Subtle Sciences and Exact Arts: A Severus Snape Kinkuary Collection

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Summary:

Snape gives Bellatrix a...gift after their last encounter

Notes:

Kink: Overstimulation (thanks Kiri for helping me to narrow my thoughts)

Pairing: Severus Snape/Bellatrix Lestrange

"Snape, you fucker, you better let me up right now." Bellatrix growled beneath her enchanted ropes.

Severus grinned, trailing a hand up her inner thigh. "Why, Bella? I have a gift for you... don't you want to see what it is?"

"Better not be some damned disease you got from some knockturn whore..." she threatened.

"I hardly need to pay for my encounters, Bella. Besides, I'm far more likely to catch something from you." He snarled a bit at that last statement. Ever since they had fucked– their encounter could only be described as pure, animalistic fucking– he found himself wanting more. It was brutal but somehow made him feel alive. Plus, a part of him was stiffening at the pure humiliation of what he had planned for her. Obviously, she had enjoyed herself too, otherwise she wouldn't have returned to Spinner's End seeking another shag with him. Now, she found herself naked and tied to the bed.

"Fuck you," she spit on him them. He lifted a hand lazily to wipe it away.

"That won't work this time, wench. I have you right where I want you."

"I thought you wanted me here ." The witch bucked her hips, displaying her glistening slit to him as she accentuated her statement.

He eyed her hungrily. She was a possessed, horrid witch. But her cunt was easily enjoyable, as was their sexual banter.

"I do. But not in the way you think. As I said... I have a gift." He turned and walked towards his wardrobe, pulling out a pair of specially enchanted knickers. The bound witch tried to lift her head, curious as to what he was getting, but couldn't see much. "I want you to wear these until I take them off." he had started to release her legs so that he could slide them over her but stopped as she questioned his authority.

"You can't make me do shite, you fucking pervert."

"It wasn't actually an option. They are charmed only to be released by my command." He slipped the ropes off her ankles, rubbing the skin momentarily to encourage circulation. As he started to slide them on her, she kicked frantically, bucking her hips and squirming in every direction she could to get away. A quick petrificus had her as stiff as his cock and blessedly silent.

Much better.

"However," he continued as he slid them up to settle between her legs. "Anyone can activate them." As he snapped the elastic, securing them over her sex, he pointed his wand at the fabric and muttered an incantation. He smirked as her eyes widened.

"Ah, yes... Do you feel that? It's an eerily similar replica, if I do say so myself. I did measure my own anatomy for these purposes. I'm keen to keep it as realistic as possible for you, my wench. Go on... speak. " he lifted the hex to watch the witch strain against her ropes. Her legs kicked out once more but she only moaned lewdly as Snape's pseudo-cock moved within her walls.

"What did you do?" She groaned, eyes rolling in the back of his head.

"It's a variation on a chastity belt, my dear," his voice was thick with sarcasm, sickeningly sweet towards her. He knew it would only drive her madder. "You can't remove this until I say so. You will have to walk around with my cock buried inside you. Every step... every cough... every sneeze ... you'll feel it move inside you. But what's worse?" He chuckled, moving by her head so he could look into her eyes. "What's worse is... should anyone utter the words I have enchanted it with... you will be forced to orgasm. Over. And Over. And Over. Until I take it off. The intensity grows each time, as well."