Relieving Pressure

"You know, Severus," Hermione said, her voice a blend of exhaustion and mirth, "sometimes I think you enjoy this more than I do."

Severus Snape, his dark eyes glinting with amusement, took a sip of his tea before setting the cup aside. "Perhaps it's the only way I can contribute to the nurturing process," he replied, his tone just as light.

Hermione looked down at her swollen breasts, the ache a constant reminder of the life she had brought into the world. "Well, it's certainly appreciated," she said with a sigh, gently touching the tender skin.

Severus leaned in closer, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Is it painful?"

Hermione nodded. "A bit, yes. It's just... strange. It feels like I'm going to burst if I don't do something about it."

Severus studied her for a moment before rising to his feet. "Let me take care of it," he offered, his voice gentle. He walked over to her and knelt before her, his long fingers reaching up to unbutton her shirt with surprising tenderness.

Hermione felt a flush creep up her neck as she looked down at him. It was a vulnerable position, but she trusted him implicitly. He had been by her side through every step of the pregnancy, every contraction, every fear, and every joyous moment.

Severus carefully pulled the fabric aside, revealing her engorged breasts. He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on them before he met her eyes again. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

Hermione felt a warmth spread through her, dispelling some of the discomfort. She watched as Severus took one of her breasts in his hand, his thumb gently circling the taut nipple. He leaned in and took it into his mouth, suckling softly. The sensation was foreign yet oddly comforting, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

He paused, looking up at her with a question in his eyes. "Does this help?"

"Yes," Hermione breathed, her chest heaving slightly with the relief that spread through her. The tension in her body began to ease as Severus continued to suckle, his mouth working gently to relieve the pressure. She could feel the milk beginning to flow, a warm sensation that washed over her. It was intimate in a way she had never experienced before, and she felt a strange bond form between them as he tended to her in this primal, maternal way.

As Severus switched to her other breast, Hermione's thoughts began to wander to the erotic nature of the situation. The way his eyes never left hers, the way his breath was hot against her skin, and the way his tongue flicked over her sensitive flesh, it all sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her nipples hardened further under his attentions, and she couldn't help but wonder if he found this act as arousing as she did.

Without conscious thought, Hermione slid her hand through his hair, the soft strands slipping through her fingers like silk. She felt the tension in his scalp and knew that he enjoyed her touch. It was a simple act of intimacy, but it sent a jolt of desire straight to her core. Severus paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers again before he gave a low, approving hum that vibrated against her skin.

Closing his eyes, Severus took her other breast into his mouth, his movements growing more confident. Hermione's hand tightened in his hair as she arched her back, the pleasure mounting with every passing second. His tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing and soothing in a way that only he knew how to do. It was a dance of give and take, a silent communication that transcended words.