Gentle Readers, I'd like to thank you for sticking with me. Since school has started up for the year, it's hard to find time to chase down those wily Muses…let alone time in which to write the words they give. In any case, I am sincerely flattered over the reactions I have gotten from this story. I hope that you, Gentle Reader, are enjoying reading it as much as I enjoy writing it ~ His humble servant, Master Snape's Pet.


Hermione threw her head back and shrieked. This man filled her like no other ever had, indeed no man had ever, and like no man but he ever could. When he was insider her, thrusting, pounding, possessing, it was like…coming home and flying to the moon and sinking under the ocean all at once. She arched against the restraining ropes, straining to be closer to him.

"Severus!" she wailed, imbibing the single word with as much passion and pleading as she could.

When he just chuckled breathlessly and continued, his rhythm unchanged, Hermione raised her head as far from the bed as she could.

Mistaking her movement as an invitation to take her mouth, Snape lowered his head until her nose brushed his own enormous one. He plunged in to her gasping mouth, thrusting his tongue in to taste her. Not a moment passed before he yanked his head back with a half-muffled shout.

"You bit me!" If she were not in the throes of passion being currently unfulfilled, Hermione might have found the accusing, almost child-like bafflement in her snarky husband's voice amusing. However… Now that she had his attention, Hermione thrust up against the hips that had gone still. She swiveled and arched and ground herself onto him the best she could, being pinned by his weight and the ropes, trying to impress her need upon him.

Having gotten his composure, and normal vocal patterns back Snape caught her eyes with his own; he allowed his anger and appreciation of her rebellion to glimmer for a moment in their black depths before slamming a lid on his emotions. He lowered his head until their noses once again met.

With an uncharacteristic sweetness, he rubbed the tip of his large beak against hers. To anyone watching, it might seem a gesture of affection…that watcher would be quite wrong. The words he brushed on her damp and parted lips were anything but sweet-tempered. But any watcher would not have been able to tell from the woman's reaction.

Hermione screamed in clear ecstasy and her moments became frenzied. When one of Snape's long-fingered rubbed its way up her damp body and curled around her throat, clenching tight, she came on a long sharp-crested wave. Her body spasmed around the invading cock, she gasped against his firm hand on her throat, and her hips arched enough to lift her husband off the bed.

Her body felt so fragile under his brewing-roughened hands, he could break her in half, but still strong and supple enough to take him over and over again. Snape's own climax, when it came, had razor claws; he felt like it was shredding his heart and lungs. It seemed to go on and on, keeping him wrapped in its piercing talons. And she was with him every moment; he could feel her around him, burning his flesh and sucking him dry.

Finally it was over, that intense, almost painful release. With an emptying sigh, Snape let himself fall.


Minutes? Hours? A lifetime or two? Snape didn't know how long he'd been nuzzling his pet's neck. He was probably suffocating her, being on top of her like this, but he was too damn comfortable to move. Mmmmm his little woman's body was the perfect bed for his own long frame.

With a mumble, Snape gathered enough energy to roll off Hermione. She turned her head and met his dark eyes. Snape reached up and flicked his fingers against her binding ropes. In reaction to his touch, the ropes slithered back into their original nothingness. She relaxed but left her hands above her head; the look on his face when she stayed in the submissive position willingly warmed her to her toes.

He kissed her gently, nuzzling her again and whispered softly, "Sleep now, for a while, little one…"