LITTLE MISS MARY, Part Thirty-One

[guardians_song]

Surely you must be joking?!
AGAIN?
...We thought... you had abandoned this spork...
No such luck, guys. |D

Disclaimer: Nergal (both versions) and Ninis belong to Nintendo and Intelligent Systems. The fic belongs to Athea. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Only the spork (and the other sporkers that drop in occasonally) belongs to me.

ONE FOR THE MONEY!
TWO FOR THE SHOW!
THREE TO GET READY!
AND HERE! WE! GO!

********* Severus *********

My beautiful lover had finally returned.
Nergal the Insane: Oh, did the Suethor resurrect Lily Evans?
Nergal the Sane: *morosely* No, you know EXACTLY what the Suethor means, and you know it.
Nergal the Insane: ...Pah. Can't I at least pretend?
He came into my arms with a sigh of the same relief I was feeling. Being without him had been harder than undergoing Voldemort torture.
Nergal the Insane: Which consists of having a naked Voldemort belly-dance in front of you on a sequined stage, I'm sure -
Enough, you wretched dragon! You used to suggest MUCH worse images! ...*cowers before a snarling Ninis*
I'd missed him with every fiber of my being. But now, feeling him against me, his arms around my neck COMMA! and his lips opening under mine, I was complete.

Our kiss was more gentle than passionate while we connected fully again after the last three weeks.
Nergal the Insane: (Snape) We were then forced to go to the Hospital Wing once again, for my imbecilic concubine never took the hint to stop using superglue as lipstick.
Part of me remembered Minerva was in the room while the rest of me wanted nothing more than to slide Harry out of his pretty outfit so I could slide into him. But my control held - barely.
Nergal the Sane: (Minerva) As did my control of my nausea. *turns to unseen watchers* There, I think you have proof of the molestation NOW, don't you? Take Severus away.

"Sweet kitten, how very long the last few weeks have been." I managed to set him a little bit away from me.

Starry emerald eyes glowed into mine.
C!Syaoran: ...Why is my stomach glowing emerald?
"I know, Sev. It felt more like a year than just three weeks. May we please go home?"

"Yes," I managed to say before grabbing at the tattered remains of my control.
Ninis: You stopped... having control... when... you dressed up a... traumatized boy... to satisfy... "your secret fantasy".
"Minerva, thank you for getting him here. I know it wasn't easy."

"Nonsense, Severus, I was glad to do it. I haven't seen the Lincoln Cathedral in decades. I have a cousin I'm going to visit before returning to Hogwarts." Her smile was indulgent. "Have a lovely summer and I look forward to seeing you this fall."
Nergal the Sane: (Minerva) - in Azkaban.

She kissed both our cheeks before leaving, walking briskly out of our hotel room. The silence was electric and Harry moved back into my arms with a sigh. "Oh Sev, it felt like each day was a year long.
Nergal the Insane: So did it feel like you had been separated for a year or twenty-one years?
I really liked Greece but not without you."

"We can go there for our honeymoon," I licked his throat, tasting several new nuances to his usual taste.
Ninis: Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme?
"Or maybe to celebrate our first child's birth?"

He hugged me tighter and tilted his head so I could reach the spot that made him shiver.
Nergal the Insane: (Snape) His left ventricle.
I laved it with my rough tongue and he caught his breath. "I think that would be perfect. The light is so beautiful there, I think you'd paint even better than at home. Maybe we could rent a villa for a while so you can be inspired."
Nergal the Sane: (Minerva) If you'd prefer to work on darker projects, I believe Azkaban would be better-suited to a man fond of molesting and playng head-games with a moderately-retarded teenager, with particular emphasis on steering said teenager's exploration of gender identity in the way best suiting his myriad fetishes. 

"You're the only inspiration I need, sweetheart." I pulled back reluctantly but I didn't want our reunion to be in an anonymous hotel room. "Home, angel-face,
Nergal the Insane: *alternates between hysterical laughter and retching*
Nergal the Sane: *buries face in hands*
Ninis: ...
the wards have been waiting for you impatiently."

He chuckled and went to tidy up. "I missed you brushing my hair, Sev. Now that it's long again, I need you to keep it tidy for me."

I picked up the two suitcases he'd brought with him. "I'd be more than happy to do so, kitten. I have a few new outfits for you."

Turning back to me, he smiled mischievously. "I have a couple of new outfits to show off myself. I think you'll like my new swimONEWORD!suitCOMMA! even if it is for men. But I learned something new while I was in Greece and I have a new costume to wear when I show you what I learned."

I was going to die such a happy man, I thought with satisfaction.
Nergal the Sane: (Minerva) Indeed you will - in 3.5 seconds. AVADA -
"I look forward to it, sweet Mary. Now let's get on the road so we can get home. The whole neighborhood missed you and asks after you every time I go out in public."
Ninis: (Snape) Particularly those charming police investigators!

She
Nergal the Insane: Excuse me? When did Harry receive a sex change?
Guardian's Song: As best as I can tell, the author refers to Harry as female when he's in his "Mary" persona. Never mind that there's no actual indication of gender-identity change...

Ah, eff it. Why pretend otherwise? Yeah, it's blatantly to suit the author's fetish - and, subtleties of gender identity be damned, it's clearly fetishization of being female as fitting that ~perfect little girl~ role that gives Snape such an erection. I mean, never mind that girls are not all delicate, sweet little things - clearly, being a spineless uke is ~the epitome of girlhood~!

*insert prior rants on the subject here*
picked up her purse and opened the door for me, her hips swishing just a little bit extra. Her long tan legs with the strappy heels she was wearing made my groin tighten.
Guardian's Song: Called it.
It was going to be a long drive. Stowing the luggage in the boot,
Ninis: That is... a very large... boot.
I held the door for her and she slid in, leaving her skirt hiked a little higher than normal.

A very, very long trip, I thought putting the key in the ignition and backing out of the small car park attached to the hotel.
Nergal the Insane: Of course. It's not as though the two of you were wizards, and so could teleport back home.
Nergal the Sane: Did you lecture me on my 'pathetic attachment to Earth Logic' in this series of sporkings, or was that another one?
Nergal the Insane: You expect me to remember after all this time?
The moment we began moving, the doors locked automatically and the home wards kicked in. We were now protected from prying eyes and speed traps even this far away from themPERIOD!

"Gods, Sev, it is so good to be going home." His hands were still small but the light sheen of pink nail polish on the manicured tips of his fingers made them look even more beautiful to my eyes.
Ninis: Why are... those two statements... supposed to be... contrasts?
"I missed holding you . . . stroking you . . . lying on your wonderful fur . . .
Nergal the Sane: *retches*
Nergal the Insane: *snickers*
tasting your musk."
Nergal the Insane: ...*makes a sour face*
Nergal the Sane: *smirks through retches*

His hand slid up my thigh and I got even harder, if that was possible. But before I could admonish him, he was shrugging out of his seatbelt and sliding closer. "Harry, what are you doing?"

His grin was pure imp. "I need a little something to tide me over before you get the chance to fuck me through the altar."
Ninis: Through the altar?
Nergal the Sane: I honestly can't tell whether he means he wants Snape to bang a Harry-shaped hole through the altar or whether he genuinely thinks Snape's Doomcock can tunnel through the -
Nergal the Insane: And YOU TWO hypocrites dare preach to ME about horrible images?!
And with that, he unzipped my jeans and went down on my wand-hard cock.
Nergal the Sane: I thought some wands were quite bendy.
Nergal the Insane: NOW I will ask you if you expect Earth Logic and canon-consistency from THIS fic.

It was all I could do to keep the car on the road.
Guardian's Song: Would it be unkind if I said that blowjobs-on-the-road are a clear come-on to natural selection?
His mouth is WAS a real work of art and his vacuuming skills were highly advanced.
Nergal the Insane: Excellent - I'll hand him off to one of the housekeeper-Morphs.
Nergal the Sane: You have housekeeper-Morphs?
Nergal the Insane: Do you have any idea how much dust accumulates over one thousand years? Don't inform the dragon whelps, but their difficulty breathing when they returned through the Dragon's Gate might have had other causes than the altered air... *sneezes violently*
I didn't dare look down since that would set me off like a premature firework.
Thorn: ...Which one of you told him that I stuffed a firework down his trousers?
Nergal the Sane: No one did - but how did you manage that?
Thorn: Let's just say that these cretins always assume a certain answer to "Is that a firework down your pants, or are you just happy to see me, Sev?"...
Then he hummed around me and I about strangled the steering wheel. With one hand wrapped around the base of my cock and almost half of it down his throat, it was a wonder I lasted as long as I did. Repeated humming sent me over the edge in less than ten minutes.
Nergal the Insane: (Snape) Forty-five seconds is technically "less than ten minutes"...

He sucked contentedly once the initial burst hit his mouth. I relaxed muscles I hadn't even realized were tense. His absence really had almost physically hurt, the longer he was away.
Ninis: *flatly* I believe... that is called... "priapism"...
Tom: *comes in from the Cori Falls sporkings* Y' should be glad Cori hated slash. Otherwise, y'd be seein' them havin' sex fer three weeks strai- What th' MUK?! *FLEES*
Nergal the Insane: *cancels casting of Ereshkigal* *smirks* The joys of sporkers from non-magical canons.
Raising his head, he tucked my limp cock back behind my boxers and zipped me back up.

"That's so tasty," he licked his lips and smiled smugly up at me. "You taste much better than any Grecian recipe."
Guardian's Song: (Ancient Greeks) Actually, we call that Essence of Pederasty. Only for adolescent boys, so get it while you can!

"You shall pay dearly for this naughty behavior, young lady." I tried to sound stern but part of my brain had melted the moment he took me in. "Once we get home, I believe we'll have to adjourn to the basement where I'll have to chastise you most severely."

His demure look was priceless. "Dear Uncle John, whatever punishment you think is necessary, I'll gladly endure because I'm so very glad to be home."
Nergal the Insane: *under breath* If I ever wanted Potter's quintessence, I'd show him this fic. He would suffocate on his own vomit within the hour.

"Sweetheart," I caught his closest hand up to my lips. Kissing each finger, I watched his breath catch and his little pink tongue come out to lick suddenly dry lips. "I could be persuaded to forego any punishment if you'd model your pretty panties for me."
Thorn: And I could be persuaded to most anything if only that firework would go off. Why is that taking so long?!
Nergal the Sane: I presume you forgot that the fic is immune to all elemental and physical damage?
Thorn: ...*curses vigorously*

He blushed but immediately began sliding his skirt higher and higher until the frilly edge of lace came into view. His cock distended the pretty silk and I slid my hand over the bulge while he bit his lip and wiggled. "Oh, Uncle John, I really, really missed our exercises. My nipples ache terribly and so does that private place inside of me that only you ever touch."
Nergal the Sane: ...At the risk of provoking the fic... has Harry ever heard of "sexual aids"?
Nergal the Insane: A great deal of badfic would die off if that was introduced into the population. ...Although even I would hesitate to touch THAT quintessence.
Nergal the Sane: *facepalm* Wrong sort of AIDS!

I chuckled and slid my hand over his hip and behind him so I could caress his cleft. But I felt the presence of our special lube and decided to push this game to a new level. "Sweet Mary, sit up for me a bit." When he raised himself, I tickled his hole then slid in two fingers while he moaned. "Good girl, now I want you to stroke your pretty cock for me while I make sure that special spot is well touched."

"Oh yes," his eyes were half-closed while he clenched around me, both hands sliding his silk panties down far enough to free his cock. "You're the only one I ever want to touch me, dear Uncle John. Some of the men on the trip paid me compliments but I just frowned at them and sent them on their way."
Nergal the Insane: Pah. He's as pretentious as R-
Were you about to invoke My name? NUDIST DRUIDESS POWERS, ACTIVATE!
Nergal the Insane: ...Why is she not dead yet?

Someone had dared to look at my beautiful lover, I thought grimly. Probably young beautiful men and women,
Ninis: He... only mentioned... men...
closer to his age. I watched him bounce a little on the seat, intent on the sensations before and aft of him. But the look of joy on his face told me more than any words that he was still committed to our relationship.

"You must tell me all the compliments since I didn't get to hear them for myself." I managed to say, while twisting my fingers to tease his gland. His inner muscles clamped down on them like a vise and
Nergal the Insane: - the only pity was that 'other bits' hadn't been crushed instead.
I chanced another look at him.

"I will, sweet uncle, I remembered them because they were mostly pretty silly."
Nergal the Sane: When it isn't absolutely nauseating, this fic is "pretty silly". So Mary!Harry is in no place to preach.
Ninis: And... when isn't it... nauseating?
Nergal the Sane: ...Admittedly, that was a vacuously true statement. *facepalm*
His sigh was heated. "I only like your compliments because I know you mean every word.
Nergal the Sane: And that would be why we're retching...
Oh, there, please there again."

I twisted and started to fold in my thumb as well but at the familiar fullness, he groaned and climaxed in his hand.
Nergal the Insane: Hmph. Well, someone is premature.
His sweet face relaxed completely and I slid in my thumb easily. His guardian muscle spasmed and my cock decided it had rested long enough and needed more.

"Sweet Mary, we are going to carry in the luggage, drop it on the floor COMMA!  and then I'm going to take you right on the stairway." I reluctantly left his depths and we both moaned at the loss of connection. "I'm going to fling up your skirt, pull down those deliciously decadent panties COMMA! and thrust in so hard, you'll have to sit on a cushion for the next week."
Nergal the Sane: But you do that EVERY day you're together.
Nergal the Insane: And now you know why Little Miss Muffet always has to sit on a tuffet -
Ninis: *SNAAAAAAARL*
Nergal the Insane: *backs up against wall* Hypocritical beast! You used to draw diagrams!

He squirmed around, tucking in his limp cock and trying to pull down his skirt. "Perfect, Uncle John, I'll still be all slick from the lubricant I carefully put inside of my private place for you.
Ariana: Your bellybutton? :D
I'll be on my hands and knees the moment we lock the door.
Nergal the Insane: Not the ideal beheading posture, but it will do.
Then once you're inside of me, all the way inside where I can feel you in my stomach,
Nergal the Sane: *hastily grabs bucket and begins heaving*
Ninis: ...*looks very queasy*
Nergal the Insane: Did the fic have to remind us of that?!
I'll practice clenching those muscles around you until we both come again."

"Sweet girl, once we're done reconnecting, I'm going to take you up to our big bed and suckle on your nipples until they're bright pink. Then we'll take a hot bath while I shave you everywhere. Then I'll give you one of the new dresses I bought for you. Did I tell you how beautiful your new sandals are?"

He bounced a little and fluttered his eyelashes at me. "I'm so glad you like them, Uncle John. They're a little higher than you said I should wear but they are so very pretty and I love the way they make my body sway when I walk in them."
Nergal the Insane: *still looking a bit green* May he 'sway' right as a hard wind picks up and he passes right by the edge of a cliff.

"You're growing up, sweetheart COMMA! and that means you can wear new things, more grown-up things."
Guardian's Song: Forget the sporkers - Now I'm beginning to feel sick.
I caught his hand up in mine and brought it to my lips so I could lick away the last remnants of his tasty seed.

"Oh-h-h-h," he sighed contentedly. "I'll be 17 in a few weeks. Only one more year before we can tell everyone we love each other.
Nergal the Insane: The idiot literally doesn't know the difference between a few weeks and one year. And I thought Eliwood was a fool.
Nergal the Sane:  One questions whether one should be in a relationship with a 16-year-old who can't tell the difference between a few weeks and fifty-two weeks -
Nergal the Insane: *impatiently* Yes, you fool, I heard you the last ninety-seven times.
I can hardly wait."

"Angel," I laid a kiss in the palm of his hand. "Only after Voldemort is dead and gone can we tell the world our secret.
Ninis: ...Why?
Guardian's Song: Because the book's last chapter only occurs after Voldemort's forces have been beaten back for the year, of course. :B
You've still got one year of school left and the decision of what you want to do with your life to be made."
Nergal the Insane: Oh, cease this posturing! We all know that, like Bella Swan, he wants nothing more than to be a dependent little waif who produces one or two sickeningly perfect spawn for the sake of the author's domestic fantasies, then copulates with his master until the devouring of the earth by the creatures from beyond the stars!
Nergal the Sane: ...In the case of this fic's pocket universe, can that occur twenty-four hours from the present section?
Nergal the Insane: That's an atrocity! Twenty-four hours? Twenty-four minutes, at the most!

His smile was enigmatic to say the least. "I know what I want to do and who I want to do it with.
Guardian's Song: It's your thing/ Do what you wanna do/ I can't tell you/ Who to sock it to~  
The moment Voldemort is gone and it's safe, I want to start undergoing the hermaphrodite spells and potions. I want to be pregnant before I turn 19."
Ninis: He is... like... Bella Swan...
Nergal the Insane: ...I didn't mean that so literally.

"You humble me, Harry," I let go of his hand relucantly RELUCTANTLY because traffic was getting heavier and I needed to concentrate. "If that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do. I had a dream a few nights ago and you were sitting in a rocking chair with a tiny baby suckling at your breast.
Nergal the Insane: Pah. I would appreciate Anakin Skywalker's brand of prophetic dreams around now.
I woke up with such a smile on my face, you wouldn't believe it."

"Yes, I would, Sev." His smile was beatific. "I've had that same dream except we were out in the gazebo and I was sitting all cuddled up in your lap while our son nursed at my nipple."

A son - I hadn't even thought about the sex of the child. We would have a son PERIOD!
Guardian's Song: *sourly* Of course you will.

********* Harry *********

Sev got the calmest look of surprise on his face. I liked seeing it there. I'd asked Remus about who carried what name when two men got married and he explained it was just like a man and a woman marrying.
Guardian's Song: O RLY.
The woman usually took her husband's last name but sometimes she kept her own, especially if she was known for her work or specialty. He told me about hyphenated last names and I thought about it for a long time.

I really didn't want to be Harry Potter once I'd done the job of getting rid of Voldemort.
Nergal the Sane: (Harry) I wish to be The Wizard Formerly Known As CAPSLOCK.
But if I took Sev's name COMMA! then the Potter name would die out.
Nergal the Insane: (Canon!Snape) Excellent.
"Sev, could we have half the children be Potters and the other half Snapes?"

He blinked and risked another look at me. "If you want to, we can do that. What brought that up?"

"I was thinking about taking your name because of all the notoriety around mine
Nergal the Insane: Naturally, your tendency to dress up in little girl's clothes and titter like an idiot will add absolutely no notoriety to your new name.

Where is Rita Skeeter when she should be buzzing about a situation?
but I don't want the Potter line to peter out completely just because I love you." I hoped I was explaining it right.
Ninis: Is... anything... in this fic... right?
Nergal the Insane: Why do both of you insist on inane rhetorical questions?

"Sweetheart, we're both the last of our bloodlines." He pulled up in front of our home and I sighed in relief. "I think your solution is just perfect. We'll flip a coin to see which our first son will be."
Nergal the Insane: (Canon!Snape) And... shall we say... I believe that coin will land on precisely the face that I want it to land on.

I just couldn't help beaming at him. He'd really accepted we were going to have babies together and more than one. And just like that I was hard as a rock.
Guardian's Song: *physically gags*

Given all the staged-pedomorphy in this fic? I really do not want arousal associated with future babies. At all. 
Actually, I don't want arousal associated with future babies PERIOD, but ESPECIALLY NOT IN THIS FIC!
I really needed his cock inside of me. My channel throbbed in memory of how big he was and how much he stretched all my muscles. My nipples ached and grew hard for his lips. The padding of my bra hid them but I knew Sev could sense them when he patted my hand before getting out of the car.

The next few minutes were hectic while Mrs. Tyler welcomed me home with a big hug
Ninis: (Mrs. Tyler) ...Er... Mary... Do you have... something... in your... pockets? ...Do you... have pockets?
Nergal the Insane: *sourly* As I said. You're hypocrites.
and I told her the jet lag had me reeling but I'd come over first thing tomorrow to tell her about my trip with my mother to Greece.
Nergal the Sane: Out of curiosity, did the fic even consider that it might be painful for an orphan to constantly make up stories about all the great times he's having with his "mother"?
Guardian's Song: Out of curiosity, would you expect Stephenie Meyer to consider that murder is a bad thing even when it's done by her glorious protagonists?
Nergal the Sane: ...
She brushed my hair back behind one ear and patted my cheek with her soft hand. It was like having a grandmother for the first time and I hugged her until she squeaked. Shooing me off, she promised to have my favorite lemon bars for midHYPHEN!morning tea.

Uncle John was already inside
Ninis: Why must... the author... change his name?
Guardian's Song: Let's put it this way. It is ****ing obvious she wants to write the Uncle John/secretly-male!Mary story above all else, but she's shoved Harry and Snape into these roles and by golly, she's going to have her cake and also have it be a burrito, too.

I don't like accusations of "This is original fic with the names pasteded on yey!", but I think it's actually appropriate for this fic.
and I walked sedately up the steps when I really wanted to just fling myself through the door and into his arms. The moment the door closed and locked behind me, I was on all fours, begging Sev to come inside. My panties tangled around my thighs and I felt his crown, hot and hard and velvety soft COMMA! press inexorably against my entrance.

I stretched and stretched and moaned at the almost-pain before he surged inside of me, sliding deep. Maybe it was because I couldn't spread my legs but he felt bigger than he'd ever been.
Jerry: In the spirit of the Cori Falls 'better than ever before' sex scenes, then, I assume he started at about an inch long and half an inch wide? *runs*
I groaned at his bulk sliding deeper and deeper. My arms trembled and barely supported me.

"Dear gods, you tightened up to pre-virgin levels again." His voice poured over me like hot syrup. Snape screamed as his flesh boiled away. "So hot and tight around me . . .
Nergal the Sane: *hastily* He didn't say "wet", he didn't say "wet"!
Anita Blake, The Tightness And Wetness Between The Worlds: *sullenly squelches away*
so fucking good, sweetheart . . . I may never come out of you ever again."

"Yes-s-s-s," I hissed in Parse tongue,
Guardian's Song: *starts laughing hysterically* Is that a kind of computer-code compiler?!
which I knew turned him on dreadfully.

"Sweet Harry, my little snake," he started the long pull out before pushing back in.
Guardian's Song: Who knew this was all one long metaphor about the state of the American forces in Iraq and Afghanistan?
I shivered all over and pressed back to get him deep. "My sweet serpent of the beautiful green eyes and the tightest arse in Great Britain COMMA! if not the world."
Roy: (Harry) Wait, turned on by Parseltongue, has a snake fetish... *suspiciously tries to glance over his shoulder* Are you sure you aren't Voldemort in disguise?
("Snape") Of coursssse not, my ssssimpering little Horcrux. *pause* Damn it!

I had to giggle at that and his chuckle joined mine while he steadily thrust inside of me. His hands caressed my hips before sliding up my spine and back again. "It all feels so good, Sev. You need to promise to take me again tonight over the altar. And tomorrow you can wake me up by sliding in deep and fucking me through the mattress."
Ninis: I... will not... draw a diagram.
Nergal the Insane: *clutching his skull* Good. I have enough of a headache without any "visual aids".

"Ah, sweetheart, you won't need the plug because I'm going to be inside of you constantly for the next few weeks."
Tom: So, I gotta assume this IS Falls's slasher cousin? *ducks out before Nergal the Insane can cast Ereshkigal*
Guardian's Song: That's unfair to Cori Falls, anyway. She only had four-hour sex scenes.
His hips snapped a little harder into mine and his fingers held my hips still when I would have moved. "The new moon is three days from now so I'll need to take you in the herb bed so you can spray the new seedlings with your hot seed."
Nergal the Sane: *winces* This may be the first time I've felt sorry for plants.

I really liked that idea. "Yes-s-s, I'll ride your cock like the seasoned rider I am
Nergal the Insane: Will you also bore us like the seasoned borer you are? And whine like the seasoned whiner you are? And irritate us like the seasoned irritant you are?
then after I rest up, I'll take you in the rose bed so your seed can feed them."
Nergal the Sane: (Roses) Actually, we're committing botanical hari-kari rather than face that fate. Goodbye, cruel world!

"Excellent idea, sweetheart. I think the ivy could use a little pick-me-up, too." He thrust one last time and flooded me with his hot seed. "Dearest love, I missed you more than I can say."

"Me, too," I sighed and felt each little sperm swimming through my bowels.
Guardian's Song: FVGGFBFVF RBNHYJUYGTFR NHYJU

I REFUSE to give any more detailed commentary than that. I just refuse.

Please know that the above is a literal transcription of my gritting my teeth, *HEADKEYBOARD*ing, then rubbing my forehead back and forth across the keyboard with Caps Lock turned on. Either this fic is getting worse, or I'm getting a bit too old for this... section of semen-encrusted bowels.
"Some day, when I have eggs instead of just seed, one of your strong sperm will swim up and find one or two to pierce."

"And our son will be created," his lips caressed the back of my neck where my hair had fallen away. "He'll grow safe and secure in the womb we'll make for him until it's time for him to come out and suckle at your beautiful breasts."

"Oh, Sev," suddenly I needed his lips. "I really, really need you to suck on my nipples right now. I missed that even more than having you inside of me."
Guardian's Song: And now I'll gag. *gags*

He chuckled a little and gently pulled out of me. I cherished that moment when his crown stretched me to the point of pain. It was a reminder that one day something even larger would be forced from my body.
Guardian's Song: ...I... I don't even know what to say. ...Actually? Mrs. Weasley? Thank you.

****ING ****, STOP COMPARING A BABY TO A BUTTPLUG!

Thanks again, Mrs. Weasley. *gives back CAPSLOCK* Now I know why I tolerated this so much better when I was a foul-mouthed, rage-prone teenager. :D 
His hot come dripped from my well-used hole when I went to stand up but then he picked me up in his strong arms and swiftly carried me up the stairs to our room.

We stopped in the bathroom so we could clean up and I got to use the bidet for the first time that year. Sev told me he was definitely installing one in his rooms at Hogwarts since we both enjoyed it so much. I wiggled all over
Nergal the Sane: I'd forgotten. Can we ban that word?
Ninis: *seconds*
Nergal the Insane: Can we ban the words "nipple", "cock", "Harry", "Mary", "Snape", "Uncle", "John", "Sev", "Severus", "fingers", "hole", "stretch", "breasts", "panties" -
Nergal the Sane: No, I somehow don't think we'd be allowed to ban the entire fic.
at the thought of being able to play with the jets of hot water during the school year. But it was those long, elegant fingers unbuttoning my blouse to expose my lacy bra that really had my attention.
Guardian's Song: But it's the pelvic thrust/ that really drives you insaaaaane!

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Nothing feels that good, nothing in the world ever will, I thought with a deeply contented sigh. My fingers stroked through his hair slowly while his hands splayed under my back. He'd settled between my legs so I moved my right one slowly up his hairy leg, using the sharp heel of my sandal to tickle him. He chuckled against my chest and bit down a little harder while I arched up to get him closer.

"Such perfect nipples, little love," he dragged his tongue from one to the other, leaving behind cool patches of skin. "I think I'll paint a close up of just one of your pretty breasts with a large pink nipple to titillate the viewer into wanting to taste it. And all the while the art patrons yearn to possess it for their own;
Roy: (Art Patrons) News flash, moron! It's the twenty-first century, and we can find all the breasts we want ONLINE!
I shall sit back and smile smugly because the original belongs only to me."

I smiled and brought the other heel up to tease the skin at his waist. "And I shall blush each time someone compliments your artist's model. You'll be smirking, you know you will."

"I certainly will, sweetheart." His dark eyes gleamed at me and he moved up far enough to kiss my lips. Our tongues twisted together, rubbing the way our bodies were rubbing together. "I missed you so much I couldn't even pleasure myself. It just didn't feel right to touch my cock when he really wanted your touch.
Guardian's Song: Heaven help us, I almost wonder if this IS Cori Falls's slasher cousin.
Jerry: I hate to say this, but I think you're slandering Cori Falls.
Guardian's Song: ...You're right.
I did wear the plug a couple of days though so I'd be ready for you."

That sounded really good to me and I grinned up at him. "I think I should take care of you while I wear the plug. Then after dinner, you can take it out and replace it with you."

"The wards would appreciate that, little love.
Guardian's Song: (Wards) Actually, we'd appreciate you just ending the fic ASAP...
In fact," he rubbed his hips against mine and my cock started to rise. "I think we should go feed the wards while you take me. Then we'll eat the stew that's simmering on the stove and change places."

I beamed up at him. "Perfect, Sev, you are absolutely perfect."

"Only because it's you, sweetheart." He smiled down at me before rolling us to the edge of the bed. Reaching out a long arm, he brought out the silver plug that I'd missed so much. I was going to see if he'd let me take it to Hogwart's HOGWARTS! this fall so I could replay one of my favorite fantasies. Wearing it and nothing else under my school robes while reporting for a detention with my stern potion master Potions Master.
Nergal the Quickly-Losing-Sanity: How about Snape wearing a particularly vicious, blood-hungry piece of Elder Magic and nothing else?

Slathering it in lube, he split my legs and had me hold them back so he could lick around my hole. I loved when he did that
Nergal the Insane: (Fic!Snape) Ah... the sweet taste of rectum and fecal products... 
and he'd told me when I grew a vagina, I'd like his tongue there even more. I could hardly wait to find out.
Guardian's Song: *morosely* Well, the sporkers sure aren't...

Anyway, we're still only about a third of the way through Part 3 (!), and I have homework to do, so...

=END SPORKING (for now...)=