February 1987
Hogwarts
A week before Valentine's Day
Florence walked down to the dungeons in the middle of the afternoon for Severus had sent a school house-elf after her with the message that he needed her help with something.
She opened the door to his private quarters and found him in the living room, reading the Daily Prophet.
"What do you need, Severus?" she asked.
"Well, assistant," he drawled, folding the newspaper and leaving it on the side table, before walking towards her, "I have a problem that needs your assistance," he touched a hand down her spine, his dark eyes letting her know the kind of assistance he needed.
"Oh, really, Professor," Florence smiled, her hands moving down his chest, hooking her fingers on the waistband of his trousers, "And what seems to be the problem?" she rubbed her lips on his.
"I'll show you," he said, unzipping her dress and tugging in down, watching it pool at her feet.
"Turn around, princess," he ordered.
She slowly obeyed, and he touched her waist, moving upwards to unhook her bra. Then he nudged her forward, saying: "Lab."
Florence walked, in just her knickers and medium-heeled shoes, into his lab.
Severus silently guided her to the worktable, where a cauldron rested in stasis.
He stopped right behind her, her back touching his chest, "I need you to finish that potion."
"What?" Florence retorted, "You're joking! I'm naked and horny and..."
He fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head back and whispering in her ear: "You're my assistant, Miss Delacour, I order you to finish that Amortentia."
"Amortentia?" that caught her attention, "Oh, no. Are you planning on messing with the students again, Severus?"
He ignored her question, "Finish it," he ordered, kissing the curve of her shoulder.
She sighed and wandlessly removed the stasis spell off the cauldron.
"Fuck," she gasped, for he covered her breasts with both hands and rolling her nipples between his fingers slowly, "How- hmmm- how do you want me to do anything like this?" she arched, resting her head on his shoulder, rubbing her arse against his, still-covered, hard cock.
"The potion, assistant," he murmured, as if completely unaffected, lightly biting her neck.
Florence loved and hated her husband's self-control, she was naked and more than willing to get fucked hard, while he was fully dressed, playing with her nipples and ordering her to brew some potion as of she could think through the fog of desire in her mind.
Amortentia. She took a breath. Alright. It's not a difficult potion.
He bit her neck again, a bit harder, and then licked it soothingly, making her lose focus and moan, as his fingers deliciously tugged on her nipples.
"Mediwitch Delacour," his voice a low velvety caress in her ear, "Work on the potion," and he pulled on her nipples hard.
"Fuck!" she gasped, rolling her head on his shoulder, "I hate you."
Severus chuckled, conjuring some lubricant in his hands to keep stimulating her nipples.
"No!" she whimpered, arching against him as she felt his slick hands, "Stop it, or I'll add the whole jar of moonstone to the cauldron and blow your precious lab on purpose!"
"Tut-tut, you're a clever witch, best of your class," he licked her neck, nibbling on her earlobe, "You can handle a little distraction."
"Fuck," she exhaled; that foreplay turning her on immensely, he knew exactly how to use the low, alluring tone of his voice to turn her into a pile of need.
Florence forced herself to focus on the ingredients again.
Powdered moonstone.
She grabbed the one moonstone and the mortar and pestle to turn it into powder, but one of Severus' slick hands moved down her navel, and she stopped working again.
"Do it, Delacour," he demanded.
"I'm so going to get you for this!" She breathed, ignoring the pestle and just using magic to turn the stone into powder.
Smack!
His left hand fell onto her left arsecheek – hard – and she moaned, leaning forward onto the worktable, wanting more.
"Using magic to powder the stone is a big violation of the process and you know it, princess. I'll have to punish you for that."
And he kicked her legs apart, caressing her pussy through the fabric of her knickers.
"So fucking wet already, assistant," he bit her earlobe, ordering: "Work."
She added the powdered moonstone and stirred accordingly as she looked for the last ingredient: rose petals – but there weren't any on the table, just thorns.
"Using thorns instead of petals?" she asked, trying to keep focused and count the four stirs she still had to do clockwise – despite the pressure of his hand between her legs.
"Very well observed, love, you'll get a bonus for that," then Severus pulled her knickers to the side, plunging two fingers inside of her.
Florence grabbed his arm, her breath hitching, as he moved his fingers in and out slowly.
"Two more stirs, Delacour," he whispered in her ear.
"Fucking making you pay for this, Severus," she threatened him once more, as she finished stirring and added the thorns.
"Lift your leg," he ordered, "put your foot on the table."
"No," she knew doing so would expose her pussy to his torturing even more.
"Yes, you will," and he pulled her leg up himself, her foot resting on the table, letting him access her entrance more easily from behind.
She had stirred three out of the eight anticlockwise times needed, when she felt him ripping the lace of her knickers and the broad head of his cock nudging her pussy lips for a few seconds before he pressed into her – but only getting halfway inside.
She let go of the glass spoon she'd been using and gasped his name, her body melting against his, her hips moving against his pelvis, trying to get him deeper.
"Finish stirring," Severus ordered hoarsely, "Each stir is more dick you get."
"Oooh, you're being so fucking evil," she moaned, absolutely loving the control he had over her – she was his to pleasure and he was an expert in doing so.
She stirred the fourth time and he got deeper into her an inch; fifth time, he got even deeper; sixth time, and she bucked as he moved in another inch – something that earned her a slap on her right arse cheek.
"Behave, Delacour!"
She whimpered, her pussy clenching around his cock, needing it, yet she stirred the last two times; the potion bubbled and turned bright pink, letting them know it was ready.
"It's done. Prof. Snape," she moaned.
"What do you smell?" he asked, holding her hips with both hands and slowly getting deeper inside of her.
"You know what I smell," she replied, her foot slipping off the table as her body shook with pleasure, "Oak, rain, parchment, cinnamon, chocolate, leather and hint of firewhisky. All smells that remind me of you."
Severus pushed her onto the table beside the cauldron, her breasts against the wooden top, her ass on display for his appreciation.
He kicked her legs farther apart and thrust into her balls deep, making her cry out his name.
He leaned over her back, whispering in her ear: "Do you know what I smell?" he grinded his pelvis against her arse, getting as deep into her cunt as possible.
"Parchment," he continued, "herbal tea, a hint of clove and cinnamon, and a lot of vanilla. Your fucking vanilla scented hair." And he moved, fucking her hard and deep.
She moved her hips against his, unable to control herself, needing more.
He hissed as the pleasure became almost too much, "Look at you, assistant, bent over the worktable, taking all this thick cock deep into your tight cunt."
"Oh, yes!" she loved when he spoke crudely like that. "Fuck me, Prof. Snape!"
He looked at that delicious woman as she took all he gave her, "You're all mine," he caressed her sides, going to her breasts, pinching her nipples and whispering something.
When he removed his hands, Florence felt like she had nipple clamps, something invisible was twisting and caressing her nipples.
"What-?" she gasped in surprise and pleasure.
"Hope you enjoy my newest creation," he whispered in her ear.
She cried out, writhing as he pounded into her pussy and his spell worked her nipples mercilessly. The climax that took her body was so intense she blacked out for a couple of seconds.
He groaned in male pride and thrust deep, filling her up with thick ropes of his seed. His own body turning numb as he spurted into her.
Only the sound of their erratic breathing was heard in the lab for a while, he stopped the spell on her nipples and caressed her back, her sides, holding her hips and moaning as he felt one last jet of cum leaving his cock.
Once he felt like he could move again, he pulled Florence up, her back resting against his chest, then he turned her to face him and took her mouth, her hot body melting against his.
"Do you need my help now, assistant?" he whispered against her lips, her light-green eyes letting him know he had awakened her insatiable veela.
"Yes. I need help showering, professor. You know I never get wet enough when I shower by myself."
He smirked and took her lips in a demanding kiss, pulling her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist, and carrying her to the bathroom.
He put her down and Florence immediately worked on getting his pants and boxer briefs down his legs as he turned on the shower.
Severus stepped out of his pants and underwear and wrapped his arms around her again, tearing the sides of her torn knickers and throwing it on the floor.
"Have you heard the rumours?" he said over her lips as he walked them both to the water spray, "Students are saying I've been fucking Hogwarts' sexy mediwitch," he took a step back to watch the water running down her curvaceous body.
"And how are you doing that? Ain't she married to the dangerous Potions Master?" Florence replied, loving their teasing game.
"Hm-hm. But I'm the one that makes her scream," he grabbed the soap and started washing her body,
"Oh, really? Funny, I'm not hearing her scream."
Then he let the soap fall to the floor, and hoisted her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist.
"Look at these delicious tits," he sucked each nipple, "I'm obsessed with them," he sucked them harder, giving each breast some special attention. He bit a nipple then licked it to lessen the sting. Then went back to sucking on it, "I can do this for hours, you know."
She threw her head back. Yes, she knew that, he'd already played with her nipples to the point of making her climax without touching her pussy once.
"I thought you said something about screaming," she said between breaths, "Still can't hear any."
Severus didn't waste another minute, rubbing his dick in her pussy he let it slide towards her ass, "You're asking for it."
"Am I?" she moaned, her whole body trembling in need.
He gave her a lopsided smile, murmuring a spell that had her arse lubed up, but he didn't breach her puckered hole right away; he pressed his dick against her pussy instead, impaling her to the hilt.
Florence arched against the wall, gasping.
Then he got out halfway and plunged inside again, making her moan.
He took all of his cock from her just to slam back into her pussy once more.
"Oh, you're fucking teasing me!" she complained, dying to have him pounding her arse.
He chuckled, getting all out and in again, once, twice. Getting out a third time and then pressing against her arse.
Florence gasped loudly, the humid air of the bathroom carrying the smell of their love-making, making her crave him even more.
Then he moved his hips, impaling her arse with his thick cock.
She moaned, inciting him: "Still not screaming, professor."
He growled and moved faster, deep and hard, fucking her slick arse repeatedly. Her moans increasing but she was holding them in, making an effort not to scream.
"Oh. No. You're not doing that!" Severus growled, slapping her arsecheek.
She let out a squeal, "Still- not- screaming."
Then he took his dick out of her and let her legs down.
"Giving up, professor?" she asked, panting.
He didn't reply, making her turn around, pushing her breasts against the tiled wall and plunging his dick into her arse again.
Florence bit her lip, controlling her moans.
Then she felt his right hand going down between her legs, one long finger caressing her entrance, toying with her drenched folds. Then it went in, pressing against her g-spot and she couldn't stop the scream that left her lips.
"There it is," he groaned, speeding up the rhythm of his finger, touching her special spot as his dick filled her arse.
She screamed his name as a strong orgasm took over her body, her voice echoing in the large bathroom.
"Hear that? Screaming with my cock up your arse, my finger up your cum-filled cunt," he groaned on her ear, knowing she loved that dirty talk, "Feel that arse milking my dick, begging to be filled by cum too."
She whimpered, her orgasm never-ending, her body completely taken by his – exactly like she loved. He could fuck her for hours and she'd just take it and keep cumming on his dick, fully his to fuck and pleasure.
"Do it. Fill my arse up with cum," she begged, her hands on his thighs, feeling his powerful muscles contracting as he pounded into her; then he grunted and she felt the warmth of his seed bathing her arse, heightening her pleasure.
"Did you hear the screams?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes. Yes I did, professor." She gasped.
He slowly removed his dick from her sore arse, whispering a healing spell to help ease her discomfort.
Florence turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, sharing a slow and loving kiss, before they cleaned up and went home.
Three months later
May 1987
Florence woke up and stirred in bed, knowing that she was alone in the bedroom, for Severus had already left for the castle.
She had woken up early with him, but she was feeling a little languid, so she decided to stay home and sleep some more – which she now realised had been a great decision.
Feeling up refreshed and full of energy, Florence sat up on the bed and reached for the cup of tea that Tiffany had put there a minute after she opened her eyes; she sipped it, humming in appreciation.
Ginger and orange, with just the perfect amount of sugar.
She sighed, loving the tea a little too much – which had her frowning, for she liked ginger, but not that much, unless...
"Tiffany!" she called.
And the elf quickly appeared, "Yes, Mistress Flor?"
"Why ginger this morning, Tiff?"
The elf hesitated, then replied: "Tiffany always knows... and it's taking a while for Mistress to find out..."
Florence inhaled sharply, going to the bathroom, but not finding any pregnancy test there. She hadn't expected to need one so soon; she had stopped taking the contraceptive potion in the beginning of the year, but she thought it would take a little longer for her to get pregnant.
She gave up on finding the test and just lay back on the bed, casting: "Vide utero."
And there it was: another little baby.
She smiled, feeling her heart bursting with so much happiness and love – their family was about to get a little bigger.
Florence stopped the spell and let out a soft sigh, caressing her lower belly, wanting to run to Hogwarts to tell her husband he was going to be a dad again.
Hogwarts
Potions laboratory
Severus had just sat to organise his desk, while the seventh-year students walked out of the room, when he heard some students say in the corridor: "Good morning, Madam Delacour."
"Hi, Miss Keegan, Mr Weasley," Florence replied.
"Are you going in to talk to Prof. Snape, Madam?" asked another student.
"Yes, Mr Johnson. Is he in a good mood today?" Florence asked.
"Is he ever, Madam?" replied Johnson laughing.
Severus appeared at the door: "I don't know, Mr Johnson. Am I ever?" he said, arching an eyebrow.
"Sorry, sir. Excuse me, Madam Delacour," and the young man ran down the corridor to the Slytherin common room.
"He's lucky he's in Slytherin, otherwise some House would be losing ten points," Severus moved to the side to let Florence into the lab and he locked the door, looking at her.
"What can I help you with, Madam Delacour?" He asked with a smile.
"Well, I'm here looking for a potions master. He is tall, hides a sexy body under layers of dark robes, has got long hair," she lowered her voice, as if telling him a secret: "Some say he's giving Amortentia to a co-worker to make her fuck him."
"Hmm, I need more to tell you if I know him or not," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Well, let me see. Oh, some claim he's a vampire!" she said, looking at him with impressed eyes, "Also... word around the wizarding world is that he's got two kids with a mediwitch he never married – but I know the truth..."
"And what's the truth?" he asked in a whisper.
"He actually married her and he's got more than two kids – he's got four," she kept whispering.
Severus chuckled and was about to kiss her when he realised what she had said: "Wait, four? I believe you mean three."
"Nope," Florence glanced down, picking up his hand and putting it on her navel, looking into his eyes again, "He's got four kids."
"What?" he exclaimed, trying to sense the baby's energy, and then laughed, "You're pregnant, love!" he spun her around, kissing her lips. "This is amazing!" he kissed her again, "I love you-" he stopped, a hint of fear in his eyes, "I just hope it's a boy this time."
Florence laughed, "It is. I've just talked to Pomfrey and there's no interference with my own magic so we can expect a very calm pregnancy."
"Another boy to annoy me for loving you," he said, touching her face lovingly.
"James and Nick will be so happy to hear they'll have a little brother, they absolutely love playing with Draco, they feel very important teaching him new things."
"Yes. They adore him. And he adores them." Severus kissed her lips softly, overjoyed.
"What will we name our little boy?" Florence asked.
"I was thinking we could name him after my grandfather. What do you think?"
"Christopher? I like it," she easily agreed.
"So, little Chris it is!" he kissed her again, touching her belly, "You'll grow round with another baby... and it's a boy! I can't wait to see your baby bump and not have you try to bite my head off," he hugged her close, "This is amazing, love. Life's so good," he sighed, touching his nose to hers.
"Yes, it is, Sev. Let's hope it stays that way," she said, a small trepidation in her voice.
"All is well, Flor," he replied reassuringly, "The Mark is still grey. Relax, love."
"I know. But after little Chris we should wait before thinking of having another baby," she said, touching his hair.
"Ok. We'll wait, love. It's your decision."
She kissed him, "I love you, Mr Snape, father of four."
He chuckled and kissed her again, carrying her to his private quarters.