alisanne

Title: Getting Squidy With It
Author:

alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Minerva McGonagall/Giant Squid, Severus Snape.
Summary: Minerva loses a bet but gains some perspective.
Word Count: 835
Genre: Um, erotica?
Warnings: *cough* bestiality?
A/N: Written for

hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day six prompt(s) used: “You are a naughty Professor”, Stockings, Green grass, Amethyst.
Kink: First time (for anything):
Weekly theme: Letters.
The 'pairing' was suggested by

emynn. :P
Beta:

sevfan and

emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

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Getting Squidy With It

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There was a first time for everything Minerva knew, but somehow she’d never contemplated ever doing this. Rolling down her stockings, she stepped out of them and her dress. Left only in her knickers and bra, she gingerly dipped a toe into the black lake, shivering as the icy coldness moved up her leg. Huffing, she glared back at Severus, who was standing behind her, safe on the green grass, his arms crossed.

“A wager is a wager, Minerva,” he drawled. “And Slytherin won. Unless you wish to...concede that Slytherin house is the best and that we rule Quidditch.”

Minerva’s eyes narrowed. “I stand by my wagers,” she snapped. “And I’m never conceding that.”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “Then I suggest you get on with it. Unless you wish the students to witness this. And remember, no magic.”

“I remember.” Bastard. Turning back towards the black lake, Minerva didn’t hesitate. Diving in probably wasn’t the wisest thing she could have done, but anything was better than that sneer on Severus’ face--

When the water hit her skin, however, she reconsidered that. It was beyond cold. Ice is probably warmer than this lake, she thought through the pain. Her arms were frozen, her legs, too, and as she tried to move she found herself sinking--

Something slimy, with a soft, rubbery consistency wrapped around her leg, and before Minerva could draw breath to scream, she was pulled close to a large body. A surprisingly warm body that was radiating heat. It took her a moment, but when she realised what it was, she relaxed. Turning her head, she stared into a giant, amethyst eye. “Well,” she murmured. “You’re unexpectedly warm, aren’t you? Thank you.”

The eye blinked as if the giant squid had understood her, and for all Minerva knew it did. Craning her head, she watched as the squid carried her away from the shore at a rapid pace. In the distance she saw Severus, wand drawn, gesticulating.

“Oh, Merlin, I hope he doesn’t--” A red flash raced towards them but when it impacted the squid’s hide, it didn’t flinch, just kept its tentacle wrapped warmly around her. Minerva sighed. “He means well, although it would probably be for the best if you returned me to the shore now so he doesn’t get too upset.”

The squid ignored that, continuing to swim, Minerva clasped securely in its grasp. Its tentacles felt reassuring, and so when the first one curved between her legs, she thought nothing of it. But as another separated her legs, she blinked. “Now wait just a moment,” she said in her best professorial manner. “You will stop that and take me back to shore this instant-- Oh!”

Minerva bit her lip as a tentacle insinuated itself beneath her knickers to slide between her labia, and as a small sucker delicately began to pulse over her clit, she began reconsidering her words.

“You...I...Oh--”

As if sensing her sudden capitulation, the squid slid a couple more tentacles under her bra and soon, suckers were attached to each nipple. They felt like small, greedy, pulsing mouths, and every pull made sparks of pleasure shoot to Minerva’s very core.

In short order she was close. Arching her back, she gasped as a small tentacle slid inside her, and that was all it took. With a gasp, she shuddered through one of the strongest orgasms she’d had in many years, while the squid supported her, cradling her gently.

Eyes closed, it took Minerva a moment to realise that they’d stopped moving. The squid then gently set her on her feet close to shore before diving to the deeps. Minerva turned to look and was just in time to see one tentacle wave before it was gone.

When she gathered her wits and started for shore, Severus was waiting. This time it was the air that made her shiver, but Severus had already conjured a warm towel, in which he wrapped her. “You mad woman,” he snapped. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”

Minerva huddled in the towel, trying to get warm. “The squid saved me.”

“I saw.” Something in Severus’ voice made her eyes narrow. He smirked. “I saw...everything.”

Minerva refused to blush. “Which is to say you saw the squid warm me up and then bring me back to shore?”

Severus hummed. “If that’s your story then far be it from me to contradict you.” He pursed his lips. “But you really are a naughty professor, Minerva.”

Picking up the clothes she’d removed before diving into the lake, Minerva started for the castle. “What I am is determined. And Gryffindor will beat your Slytherins at Quidditch next year, Severus, mark my words.”

Severus snorted. “And who’s coming to save your team?”

Minerva didn’t answer. She simply smiled, recalling the letter that had gone out earlier that morning to a town called Little Whinging. James Potter had been a good Seeker. Now that his son Harry was set to start the following year, she was expecting even better things from him. Oh yes, Slytherin’s days with the Quidditch cup were numbered.

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