Mended

Chapter Thirty

"Christ, woman. Have you gone mental?" Severus breathes against Danu's lips as she walks him backwards towards the bed, her hands working feverishly against the button on his trousers. "Your family is just next door; they will undoubtedly hear."

"Stop talking and there wouldn't be anything for them to hear, would there?" She counters as she finally frees his half-gorged member from his trousers and pushes his foreskin back far enough to swipe her thumb over the tip of his penis, causing his hands to fist the lacy fabric of the wedding gown she still wore and throw his head back with a deep moan as his eyes drift close.

Suddenly, and without warning, that soft, warm hand caressing his most sensitive parts leaves him. Severus keeps his head thrown to the heavens, his eyes closed, his fists still clutching her dress as though it were the only thing keeping him grounded to the Earth. A slight tug at his left sleeve breaks the trance she had placed him under, before he even has a chance to react, she is whispering a silencing charm. He opens his eyes and glares down at her, his yew wand held tentatively in her delicate fingers.

She had disarmed him, and he had allowed it. More than that, though, his faithful wand had reacted positively to her command. He stiffens at the realization. Half of him upset with himself that he had lowered his defenses so drastically when it came to her, the other half proud and in awe of her brazenness.

Danu rolls his wand between her fingers as she gazes up at him and bites her lower lip. Severus watches as she places it carefully on his side table and turns to look up at him with such a sultry, seductive smirk that he cannot help but harden further before she so much as touches him again.

"It seems there is a tradition we have overlooked today." Danu states plainly as she places her hands on his shoulders and forces him down on to the bed before kneeling between his legs and gazing up at him innocently. "Trust me, my love, I have not forgotten that it's your birthday."

"It is—fuck." Severus groans as she wraps her hand around the base of his phallus and flicks her tongue over the tip. "It is nearly one in the morning. No longer my birthday."

She responds by taking him fully in her mouth and cups his testicles with one hand, while the other remains clutched around him. Severus groans and props himself up on his elbows in order to watch himself disappear repeatedly into the warm, wet cavern that is her mouth.

His eyes roll back as her tongue circles him while her head bobs dangerously slow in her unyielding attempt to throw him completely over the edge. Without warning, her hand tightens around his base, and her bobbing head begins to pick up speed as she twists the hand holding him, completely clearing his mind of any and all thoughts. Perhaps he was saying words- there was definitely speech coming from somewhere within the room, and he doubt she were capable of speech at present. Whatever string of indistinguishable words spewing from his lips was completely lost to him, yet when he opens his eyes to meet hers peering up at him between curtains of red hair that had escaped their pins, his hips lurch forward involuntarily at the sultry gleam in her eyes, causing himself to launch further into her throat that either of them had intended.

She gags at this; the indecent act causing her throat to constrict around the tip of his member and her mouth to fill with saliva. This sends him over the edge. Severus grips the back of her head to hold her still as she braces herself with her hands planted on his thighs. Her eyes are wide with lust, surprise, confusion, maybe even fear. He did not know, and at present, did not care as he spills every last drop of his seed deep within her throat as it constricts with her pulsating gags.

Severus pulls out of her mouth and watches in awe as a strand of semen laced saliva follows and drips down her chin. Danu uses the pad of her thumb to remove the mess from her face, smearing more of her lipstick across her cheek in the process. Her lips are plump from her efforts, her cheeks flushed, and her watering eyes leave a trail of black which mingle with the smear of burgundy lipstick.