15 - Epilogue: Trick or Treat

Hermione's bum was a nice shade of magenta. It matched the roses on her Marie Antoinette costume. The cane had left the most gorgeous lines across her arse. Her pirate had a taste for discipline. The cane had led, as it always did, to a flurry of fucking.

Snape was where he belonged: on top of her, with his cock safely inside her pussy. He was still teasing her, rocking gently with little speed. She'd already come once, nudged over the edge by his persistent pelvis; but she was ready to come again. There was only so much of his silky talk she could withstand before losing all sanity.

Her layers of skirts were shoved up around her waist, and Severus's breeches were down around his knees. She'd gotten his shirt unbuttoned, but only his sword had been completely removed. Her eyes were like burnished mahogany behind her mask, and he couldn't stop staring into their gold-flecked depths. He wanted to see her coming undone again. Halloween was a time for tricks and treats. She had taken care of the former before they'd gone to the feast in the Great Hall, bobbing for his balls like apples before sucking down his knob like a lolly; and he'd give her a whole night of the latter if she was up for it.

"Mmm," he hummed, licking her neck. "Listen to that pussy. I bet the whole school can hear how wet you are. Everyone thinks the dungeons are leaking, but I keep telling them it's just you."

Her face went red, but she couldn't help laughing. "Your dick is damming the flow nicely."

"I know you love being the wettest witch in the castle, you naughty little minx. You know how I take care of naughty little girls, don't you?"

His voice covered her clit like warm honey. Even his talented tongue couldn't compete with that rich rumble. "Yes, sir. You fuck them till they're good girls."

He snorted and picked up the pace. "You should be the best girl in the world by now."

"Unnhhh!"

"So close already, pet? You really did fancy that caning. I should take down your knickers tomorrow and show everyone what a pretty striped bottom you have. You want everyone to know how much I love you, don't you?"

"Yes, sir!"

He could feel her body stuttering and shivering on the brink of release. "When we go to the Quidditch match tomorrow, I don't want you to wear any knickers. You're going to sit in my lap the whole time, and if my trousers get wet, I'm going to turn you over my knee right there in the stands. Everyone's going to see what a little discipline can do for my wet little witch."

"I'm gonna come, sir!"

"I know, love. Say my name. I want them to hear you all the way in Gryffindor Tower."

The release smacked into her like a wrecking ball. "Severus!"

"That's it," he hissed as she came around him. He fucked her a little faster and pushed himself over with her. "Hermione!"

She whispered his name again as he shuddered against her. Her pussy kept pulsing and throbbing, leaving a tingling trail from her clit to her heart. The way he grunted in her ear made her warm and happy. There was no better sound in the world.

Severus's body finally relaxed, and he rested on top of her for a minute before he could move again. She was the best pillow he'd ever had. "I knew that bedtime story I read you about public punishment turned you on," he teased.

"That's no secret."

He smirked into her hair. "I really do want you to sit in my lap at the game tomorrow."

"And if I get your trousers wet?"

He chuckled and kissed the side of her face. "Then they'll match all my other trousers."

A grin tugged at her mouth, and she pulled off his mask and stared into his eyes. Hermione drew his face to hers and kissed him. She was ready for another go (and he'd be ready again as soon as Pandora worked her magic on him). "I love you, Severus."

He smiled and brushed his lips over hers. "And I love you, Mrs. Snape. Happy anniversary."