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She was hovering in a blissful state of still being half asleep, vaguely aware of her visiting a world that wasn't real and at the same time real enough to get a kick out of it.
In her case, that kick was a fair share of lust.
It wasn't all that clear to her what was prompting her body to tingle so deliciously, it was more of an idea of something, just about unattainable for her sleep-muddled brain. Something warm, something forbidden, something …
Then she crossed a line, and all that had happened in the course of the last two weeks came rushing back to her.
Fuck …
She moaned, unable to stifle the sound, even though she was biting down on her lip.
Severus stirred behind her, and she scrunched up her face, hoping she hadn't woken him, while her inner muscles clamped from the spidery webs of a dream that still clung to her.
His hand came embracing her waist, though, and when he dug his nose into her hair, she heard him inhale deeply.
Which didn't help dampen her desire in the slightest.
“Good morning,” he rasped, his voice heavy from sleep.
“Morning,” she mumbled back meekly and sucked in some air as she felt his cock press against her backside. She whimpered, rubbing her legs against each other.
Severus hummed, his lips on her neck, the vibrations of his voice causing her skin to pebble. Gods, she loved that man …
“You were moaning in your sleep,” he informed her.
“'m sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.”
“There are things worse than that. Are you interested in … following that path?”
She smirked when his hand slowly approached the waistband of her knickers. “Well, I guess there are things worse than that …”
“Indeed, there are.” He slipped his fingers between her legs and moaned when he found the traces her dream had left her with. “Must have been a damn good dream,” he commented.
Hermione shifted her leg to give him more access, her breath hitching. She still tried to answer him. “Yes, it … seems it wa-as.” Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of his lean fingers spreading her juices over her folds and her clit, each touch feeling like a tiny jolt of electricity. “I-I want you,” she breathed.
“You shall have me.”
She raised her hips to help him pull down her knickers, and when Severus drew her leg back over his hip, she reached down and guided him into her entrance. They both took a sharp breath as he slipped into her.
“Fuck,” Severus gasped, slowly beginning to move.
Hermione tangled her hand in his hair, pulling his head closer and rolling her hips against him while he sucked at the soft skin of her neck.
“What were you dreaming about?” he whispered.
“Dunno.” Probably something about piss. Everything her brain was spitting out at the moment was. Even now that notion shot into her core and made her twitch around Severus' cock.
“Really?” he drawled, slowing his efforts.
“Yes … um, I forgot when I w-woke up.”
At that, Severus stopped moving entirely.
Hermione blinked. “What's wrong?”
“I know you're hiding something from me.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “What? I don't know what you're talking about.” She tried to slip away from him, but his grasp around her waist tightened.
“Don't lie to me, Hermione. You're avoiding my eyes, you're avoiding staying here at night, you're avoiding spending time with me at all. You wouldn't even be here now if I hadn't asked you to stay yesterday. You either realised I am not who you want to be with or …”
“No!” she exclaimed, “That's not it! I want to be with you! I love you, Severus …”
“Then what is it?”
She squinted her eyes closed against the thundering of her heart and the heat rising to her cheeks. “I just … found something out about me.”
“What did you find out?”
Against her will, the moment in the forest rose before her mind's eye, and her treacherous core twitched frantically around Severus.
Once again, he hummed. “I see …”
“No! It's …” But she didn't even know how she was supposed to end that sentence.
“You know that you can tell me everything, don't you?”
No, I can't. Not this …
“Yes.”
Ever so slowly, he began moving again, gliding in and out of her. “Then tell me, Hermione … What is it that you found out about yourself?”
She gasped, mouth wide open, eyes still tightly closed. “I-I … want you … to …”
“Mmhh?” he prompted her when she didn't say anything more.
I want you to piss on me.
Oh gods … She couldn't tell him. It was as if there was a physical barrier stopping her from saying those words out loud.
She needed something else to tell him! Something less …
“I want you to come on me,” she blurted before she could stop herself.
Severus faltered. For several seconds, he was absolutely quiet behind her. Then, “Do you now?”
She gulped. “Yes. I want you to come on my breasts and … my belly and …”
“Your face?” he volunteered.
“No. Not on my face. Just …”
More seconds passed by agonisingly silent. “As you wish,” he then resolved and slid out of her.
It felt like a loss.
Hermione gulped again, then she braced herself against facing him and turned to her back while Severus was sitting up to skid around, spreading her legs and kneeling between them, his juice-covered cock rearing up. He grasped her thighs and pulled them across his own, looking down at her with a gaze that seemed almost calculating while he slid his hands up her pebbling skin. “Like this?” he asked in a deep voice.
Hermione nodded. “Yes.” Her eyes dropped to his cock and when he closed his fingers around it, she couldn't stop her breath from hitching.
Maybe it didn't need to be piss. Maybe …
He began stroking himself, slowly gliding his fist up and down his hard length, watching her squirm. It was the first time he was masturbating before her eyes. And it was the first time she was before his when she couldn't stop her hand from sneaking down to fondle her clit.
“Mh, yes …” she moaned, panting.
Severus smirked, his eyes twitching back and forth between her face and her fingers while his free hand was ghosting up and down her thigh. She wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing.
Probably not for his breathing became increasingly more laboured, and since there was little else she loved as much as watching him come, she did exactly that. His fingers curled into her flesh when he eventually stiffened and ropes of cum painted her belly and her breasts, his face contorted into a mask that looked almost as if he was in pain.
Hermione shuddered from that sight, rubbing herself like mad, but although this, seeing Severus come, was normally a safe bet to make her come as well, it just wouldn't happen today. Her body failed her, leaving her trembling and aching for relief.
She gave up when Severus came down from his climax, his cum on her skin suddenly turning into a stain of failure.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” he eventually asked, still slightly out of breath.
Hermione forced a smile. “Yes.”
He narrowed his eyes. “But you did not come.” It wasn't a question.
She looked away, mumbling her “No” like the confession of failure it was.
But when she wanted to lean over to get her wand and remove at least the visible evidence of her pitiable attempt to deceive herself, Severus leaned down to her, his hands digging into the mattress on each side of her head. He caught her lips in a kiss, and it felt like he made an effort to make it clear that it was okay. Still, tears were pricking at the corners of her eyes when he let go of her lips, kissing a trail down to her neck.
His mouth was close to her ear as he rasped, “That is because this was not what you found out about yourself, isn't it, Hermione?”
She sobbed softly, turning her face away. “Please … don't make me say it, Severus, please …”
He pushed up, looking down at her with a furrowed brow. “What do you think will happen if you tell me?”
She sniffled, brushing a tear from her eye. “You would think me disgusting,” she breathed, her face burning.
His dry bout of laughter surprised her. “Why would I think you disgusting when it was me who started this?”
Her brain needed two seconds to catch up with his words. And when it did, she reflexively held her breath and gaped at him. “What do you mean?” she gasped eventually.
Severus cocked an eyebrow. “Do you think it was a coincidence that I chose to relieve myself right before your eyes?”
What the … “No …” You didn't …
He huffed, sitting back on his legs. “I wanted to see how you would react to it. And at first, I thought you actually might like it.”
She gulped.
“But then you began withdrawing from me, and I thought, maybe I'd ruined it after all.”
“No!” she exclaimed, now sitting up herself, slightly grimacing against the feeling of Severus' cooling cum on her skin. She grabbed her wand and made it disappear. “I was just … I thought I …” She groaned. “I did not see this coming, okay? It feels … sick to like that! I was not ready to find that out about myself …” She threw the wand back onto the nightstand and put her face in her hands.
But he didn't let her hide from him for long. Gently pulling her hands away, he caught her eyes. “If you think liking this makes you disgusting, then I am disgusting as well.”
It was those words that made her burst into tears, finally succumbing to the tension of the past two weeks, and when Severus pulled her close, wrapping her into a tight embrace, she clung to him as if she'd really almost lost him.
“I'm sorry,” he mumbled, “I didn't think you'd have trouble coming to terms with something like that.”
She found herself laughing all of a sudden. “But you do remember that I always had a tendency to work myself up about mundane things like … I don't know, exams, right?”
He snorted, letting her go, and wiped some tears and a strand of hair from her face. “I remember indeed.”
“And it's not as if you have been all brave and open about this either! Thinking I would leave you because you pissed in front of me? What the hell, Severus?!”
He arched an eyebrow. “And what exactly did you think I would do if you told me about this?”
She felt herself blush. “Well, that's … a whole different thing.”
“Like hell it is …” Before she was able to object, he kissed her again, a tinge of hunger and possessiveness colouring his moan, and withdrawing from her, he hissed, “Say it!”
Hermione gasped, the spark of lust his kiss had ignited falling into her lap as if it had just been waiting for his order. “I … I want you to …” She bit her lip, casting her eyes down and gasping again when she saw that he was half hard. “I want you to piss on me,” she whispered.
“Yes,” he hummed, urging her back down and following her. He wore a smug smile, when he added, “Good thing I need to piss anyway.”
Hermione shuddered, both from anticipation and the dark baritone of his voice vibrating through her body like the low chime of a church bell.
And thinking about churches in this hell of a situation made her almost burst into a frenzied giggle.
But she was able to stop it by pulling Severus down to her, conquering his lips with her own until she felt pleasantly dizzy. “Piss on me,” she repeated, feeling more and more elated in saying these words out loud, a bubbling sensation in her chest turning into sparkling lust gathering between her legs.
Severus groaned and leaned back, grasping his still-not-fully erect cock and aiming it at her.
She felt like she was on the brink of fainting, feeling oddly dizzy and hot, the thundering of her pulse whooshing in her ears, while she fixed her eyes on the tip of Severus' cock, waiting for what she had been fantasising about during the last weeks like a lunatic. And luckily, she only had the briefest of seconds to ask herself what she would do if this would prove to be just as disappointing to experience as her pissing in the shower had been. What if fantasising about it was about as exciting as it would become for her?
A warm stream of piss on her belly cut off all of these second thoughts, though.
She moaned without meaning to, deeper and louder than she ever had before. Her nipples hardened with a shudder of goosebumps that ran down her spine, her belly was twitching frantically, and she had difficulty breathing. For a second, she met Severus' eyes, and whatever was reflecting in hers was wrenching a gasp from him.
Her fingers crawled back to her clit, briefly being hit by his piss and relishing in it, but before they got there, Severus aimed his stream at that very spot and she cried out in surprise, unprepared for the surge of lust it would give her. She dug her fingers into the sheets and the mattress, both growing increasingly wet under her touch, and prayed that Severus would last just for a second longer, just one more, just …
Her body exploded in an overwhelming release, her legs trembling from spasms, and on her lips a whine she hadn't seen coming. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, and seeing Severus double over slightly, his stream tapering off when the sight of her seemed to almost make him come himself, was pushing her into another, smaller climax she did not expect. He had to support himself on the inside of her knee, absorbing the sight of her writhing body.
He whimpered when she eventually came down from her high. “You're killing me …” he mumbled, his face uncharacteristically flushed.
She giggled. “Come here,” she cooed, raising her trembling arms.
And when he did, she reached down to guide his hard member back into her wet folds, just where all of this had started a while ago.
Severus gasped, squinting his eyes closed, and she drew his face down to kiss him while he was starting thrusting into her, his piss on her now coating his own chest as well, the drenched mattress underneath them such a foreign and yet thrilling sensation that Hermione probably would have come again if Severus would have lasted for more than maybe a minute before he reached his limit, spilling himself into her, his voice cracking mid-moan.
“Fuck,” he panted.
“Yes,” she purred, pleased and satiated in a way she hadn't expected to feel today.
Severus slumped down beside her and drew her into his arms, his nose nuzzling against her cheek. “What a filthy and depraved thing to enjoy,” he mumbled ironically, kissing her lazily.
She crinkled her nose in an echo of her former embarrassment. “I um … actually think I rather enjoy being filthy and depraved with you.”
He cracked an eye open. “Do you now?”
She felt herself blush. “Yes. But if you don't have other plans in mind, I would also rather vanish the mess we've made. It's getting a bit cold …”
“No more plans,” he said, “I'm done.”
She chuckled and turned around for her wand, but only found his. It tingled in her hand, but when she cast the spell, it obeyed her without missing a beat. She bit her lip, another form of satisfaction spreading in her chest, before she put it away again and snuggled back up to Severus, drawing the thin sheet over them both.