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He led her by the hand into the corridor where they chose a room at random, opening the door to find yet another bedroom, this one decorated in a celestial theme, with dark blue walls and a mural of constellations painted on the ceiling.
"Ooh, I like this one," Stella said, looking up at the ceiling. "Where are we, anyway? Did we ever leave the left side of the house?"
"It is a manor, Madam, and no, we haven't," Severus said cheekily.
"Good lord. This place is huge. I'm gonna need a map."
He put his hands under the fur cape she was still wearing and pulled her into a close embrace. "Don't worry, love. You'll get used to it in time."
"Surely we aren't actually going to live here?" she asked, still not able to fully wrap her mind around the idea.
"Perhaps not straight away. But... well, it's here, whenever we might want it."
"But what about our jobs?"
"Darling, you never have to work again if you don't want to."
"I can't not work. I'd be so bored. I actually like my job."
"Then keep it. The point is, you can work because you want to now, not because you have to." He began trailing kisses over her cheek, slowly working his way towards her neck.
"But what about you? You're not giving up work, are you?"
"No," he said between kisses. "Not anytime soon. But darling, stop all this fretting." He bit softly at her neck, making her gasp. "You never have to worry about money or jobs ever again." He nipped at her earlobe, his hands caressing her under the cape. "And just think. With the size of this place, we could have twenty half-bats and still have room for more..." He kissed behind her ear, making her squeak.
"You're really getting carried away now, Sir," she said with a giggle. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
"I never make promises I can't keep, Madam. He untied the cape and pushed it off her shoulders. "Stop taking that potion and I'll have you knocked up in no time..." He buried his face in her neck and sucked hard, making her squeak. Fucking hell, he's never said anything like that before, she thought. Still, it made her instantly wet...
He unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy red bra and knickers. "Mmm..." he hummed appreciatively. "Turn around. Let me see that perfect peach of an arse." Her knickers had a little heart-shaped cut out in the back near the top, capped by a tiny white bow. "Fuck. Shame you've already had the potion today, or I'd knock you up right now." He swept her hair to one side and pressed hot kisses to her shoulder and neck.
"Mmmm..." she moaned. "Baby, should we really be doing this here?"
"What?" he murmured against her skin. "Would you prefer I bent you over the billiards table?"
"I mean, here, in this hou- manor."
"I'll do as I please in my own house, Madam." He kissed his way down her back, kneeling down to grasp her arse in both hands and press his lips directly in the little heart cut-out, making Stella squeak again. "Turn around. And hold on to that tiara."
She put a hand to her head, holding the glittering tiara in place, and turned. "Why di- mmmpfh!" He swept her legs from under her and deftly manoeuvred her over one shoulder, standing up quickly enough to make her dizzy. "Sev! What the hell!?" She kicked her feet, still wearing her red heels.
"You said you wanted me to throw you around." He began walking towards the massive four-poster bed. "And I'm in the business of making dreams come true today." He tossed her onto the bed; she landed with a squeal against the copious pillows, breathless, trying to get her bearings. Severus felt his cock twitch at the sight; her ivory skin aglow in the sexy red lingerie, her red heels still on, her cheeks flushed, the glamorous diamond jewellery glinting in the sunlight streaming through the windows, and the sparkling tiara slightly askew atop her rumpled hair.
His eyes travelled all over her body as he rid himself of his robes, his shirt, his trousers, until he stood before her completely bare, his cock at full attention, curving slightly upward that way it did when he was especially aroused. "Take off your bra, love," he said, his voice husky with desire, watching as she removed it and tossed it aside. "And the knickers." She did so, starting to remove her shoes as well. "No no, leave those on... mmmm..." He crawled onto the bed, drinking in the sight of her, wearing nothing but diamonds and red heels. "Madame Snape, you are exquisite." He kissed his way up one leg, then grabbed her firmly by the waist and pulled her down so she wasn't sitting up. She squealed, but didn't protest. "Don't squeal at me like that," he intoned sharply. "You said you wanted to be manhandled. Haven't changed your mind, have you?"
"No," she said breathily.
"Good." He grabbed one leg and pushed it aside, then the other, settling himself between, his cock like a battering ram against her thigh. He grabbed her wrists and placed her arms above her head, holding them in place with one hand. "Apologies for cutting short the foreplay, but I need you quite desperately, Madam. And..." his other hand delved between her legs. "It appears you need me just as badly." He pressed his cock against her wetness, slipping into the right spot and sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. He began thrusting immediately, his hips at the mercy of his demanding cock.
"Mmmm... oh god, baby... fuck..."
"Fuck, you're so beautiful. You deserve everything," he crooned, still holding her wrists in place, his cock harder than the diamonds around her neck. "And I'm going to give it to you. Anything you want. This manor. All the money you could ever want." He nestled into her neck and breathed deeply of her essence, moaning against her sensitive skin. "Diamonds. Rubies. Emeralds. Anything."
She moaned dreamily. The heat was building inside her with lightning speed. "Severus, I only want you. Just you, baby. Nothing else. Ohhhh..."
He sucked at her neck and nipped at her ear. "I'll give you children. As many as you want." His breath caught as she tightened around him with a quivering moan. "Anything, my love. I'll give you anything." He let go of her wrists, and she threw her arms about him, pulling him closer as the heat in her core reached boiling point.
"Ohh Sev," she moaned. "I only... want you..." her breath was shallow, her body tensing. She went quiet for a few seconds, then cried out explosively as the fire inside ignited, warm pulses radiating through her body.
"And I only want you... my love..." He followed with his own fiery climax, spurting wildly deep inside her.
He held her close as their racing hearts slowed back to normal, stroking her soft skin. Though she was flushed, her skin soon turned prickly with cold. He accio'd the fur cape and wrapped it around them. "Look at you," he said softly. "All decked out in diamonds and fur. As you should be."
Stella couldn't help but chuckle. "Desdemona is probably spinning in her grave right now."
Severus shrugged. "I suppose we'll have to christen every room before it truly feels like ours."
"What did I say about making promises you can't keep?"
"You doubt me, Madam? Just give me time..."
Stella giggled softly and nestled further into his arms. Snuggled together under the fur, the heavy silence of the manor enveloping them, they drifted into sleep for a long, much-needed nap.
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The sunlight was considerably dimmer when she woke, warm and cosy under the fur. Severus was still sleeping. She glanced around the grand room, then settled her gaze on his sleeping face, peaceful and relaxed in his slumber, his raven hair scattered messily about the pillow.
There was a delicious twinge of slight soreness between her legs. She rather enjoyed it; he really had ravished her as if they were in one of those trashy romance novels. She smiled to herself in wonder. It still seemed completely absurd. Here she was, in some random room of this giant manor house, naked and dripping in diamonds, wrapped up post-coitally in a fur cape that probably cost more than her yearly salary.
But god, it had been so fucking hot. Sev had said things he'd never even hinted at before... calling her Madame Snape... talking about knocking her up... god. She wondered if he was serious. They'd never spoken seriously about possibly having children. She'd always assumed he wouldn't be too keen on the idea, and she hadn't ever been in a place in her life to seriously consider it, anyway. Perhaps he was just swept away in this whole manor house thing. It really was a bizarre situation to find oneself in. His mind was probably just whirling in all directions like hers, making him liable to say any sort of thing.
He stirred and opened his eyes. "Hi, beautiful," he said, his voice still resonant with sleep.
"Hi gorgeous. Oh-" she uttered in surprise as he pressed his cock against her, rock hard and ready for another round. "Sir! You're insatiable."
"Mmmm..." he grasped her close and kissed her all over, rolling atop her once her breathy moans told him she was ready. The silk lining of the fur cape slid sensuously against his naked skin as he made slow, worshipful love to her, whispering into her ear all the things he was going to give her, all the things he could now give her... all the things she deserved.
She gripped him tightly and repeated what she'd said before; that she wanted him, only him. Nothing more. Just him; gorgeous, brilliant, wonderful him. He was enough. He was all she'd ever need.
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