Father Raven and Mother Hen: A Snarry Drama

Chapter 9 - Turnamen Flowers

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Severus furrowed his brow as he walked through the thick fog that had settled over the mossy forest floor.

How was he supposed to find what he needed through that heavy veil?

He murmured under his breath and a small light appeared at the end of his wand.

With a scowl, Severus pointed its brightness  towards the ground to let its brightness penetrate the smoke-like condensation.

He walked slowly, leaves and branches crunching under his black shoes as he combed through the wispy covering of hanging moisture until he happened across a batch of turnamen flowers.

Sometimes Severus wondered why he didnt pay an errand boy to collect his potions ingredients for him, but then he remembered.......no one would gather the needed supplies with the thoughtfulness or attention that he did.

Turnamen flowers were soft and delicate, with fragile, pale blossoms sprouting from their stems and hard, pink centers in the middle that had to be harvested by a skilled set of fingers.

Gentle twisting was best, forceful yanking would ruin the integrity of the buds and cause the nutrients within to leak out in a sudden, wasteful rush.

Severus narrowed his eyes at the flowers as he reached out his pale, elegant hands and grasped two of one particular blossom's firm, pink pistils.

His scowl deepened after a full minute of careful twisting passed and he was still unable to dislodge his targets from the plant itself.

Using just enough force not to overwhelm the tips of the flower, Severus pinched those hardened nubs a bit tighter and tried again.

As he worked, a grimace of annoyed concentration clouded his face and he sighed to himself.

Perhaps he should look into paying someone after all?

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Harriet woke with a sigh at the blissful sensation.

As she neared her third trimester, her neglected breasts had grown more and more sensitive, an ache that she sometimes worked to massage away herself, but never before had she.......

Had she........

The delightful tug and pressure that Harriet felt on her tender nipples made her gasp as she cracked her eyes open.

She blinked for a moment.

She was awake.

It was morning.

That meant the feeling was real, it wasn't a-

Harriet glanced down and whimpered when she saw Severus's elegant fingers working furiously on her swollen glands, causing her pink peaks to harden angrily.

A flood of arousal washed over her as she watched her heavy breasts sit in the alpha's strong hands, cradled by his smooth palms.

Harriet's cheeks heated with a blush while the thrumming of arousal beat within her.

How many times had Harriet watched Severus use his graceful hands to prepare the ingredients and brew the most difficult potions by pushing a cauldron's mixture to its boiling point?

Now, his graceful hands were on her, pushing her towards her own boiling point, vying against her discretion to make her bubble over.

What should Mother Hen do?