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fandomsecrets2012-03-31 03:19 pm
case) wrote in fandomsecrets2012-03-31 03:19 pm
[ SECRET POST #1915 ]
⌈ Secret Post #1915 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
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Notes:
Secrets Left to Post: 07 pages, 166 secrets from Secret Submission Post #274.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 1 2 3 4 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 1 2 - too big ], [ 1 - repeat ], [ 1 - hit/ship/spiration ], [ 1 - text secret ].
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Snape gasped as the Headmistress pushed him back against the wall of her office. Her hands were on his robes, her mouth was open and pressed against his, and all of a sudden all the repressed desire he'd been holding for Lily burst forth, a cascade of lust that carved a new channel in the form of Dolores Umbridge.
She moaned and hem-hemmed into his mouth, and ground her hips against his, bringing him to full attention.
Her grip tightened on the front of his robes; she pulled him away from the wall; he staggered, weak at the knees. But not for long, before she pushed him back against her desk. He sprawled across it, ungainly and helpless.
And then she was on him, pushing his robes up, yanking his pants down around his ankles. Her mouth stretched into a wide grin as his cock sprung up, eager as a puppy.
"Do you want -- " But before he'd finished the question, Umbridge had hiked her skirt up. She climbed on top of him, straddled him, engulfed him in a single downward stroke. He arched up to meet her, and she grinned down at him. "Don't finish before me."
Then she began to rock, hem-hemming to herself. She pressed one finger into the furry cleft, and it occurred to Snape that he ought to be helping. She reached for him; she caught his wrist with her free hand and brought it to her breast, then closed his fingers around her nipple. He brought his other hand up to her other breast and she continued to rock, and time faded out, like he was caught in some kind of spell. One time, he came too close to the edge for Umbridge's liking; she reached between their bodies with her free hand and gave the base of his cock a painful squeeze.
After that, he settled into the rhythm that she liked; she tossed back her head and hem-hemmed contentedly as she rode him. He rocked with her, feeling her warmth surrounding him, the weight of her breasts in his hands. He tried to summon up the image of Lily, but this was too different from his fantasies, but by Merlin, it was so good, and then Umbridge let out a soft cry and arched away from his hands, and it felt like her whole body contracted around his cock, and he couldn't hold back anymore. He grasped her hips as his body thrust involuntarily into hers. She cried out again, louder and lower this time, and her inner muscles spasmed around him, and he spent himself in her.
For a long moment they held the tableau, as the world quietly reassembled itself. Snape's heart rate began to slow back to normal, and he saw Umbridge take a series of deep, slow breaths.
All too quckly, it was over. She climbed off him and straightened her skirt, ran a hand through her hair.
"Well, Potions Master," she said. "I think we'll be able to establish ... hem-hem ... a good working relationship."
He wobbled to his feet, pulled up his pants, tried to straighten his robe. "Yes, Headmistress."
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