Expressing
The potion master had done it. Combining long forgotten ingredients and techniques with newer options had resulted in a breakthrough. It wasn’t perfect, but it was most definitely a start.
Severus had heard his beloved crying more than once about never having the bond of mother and child, never carrying a baby, nor feeding it at her breast. And while he couldn’t give his infertile wife a child, he could now make her lactate. He just needed an opportunity to suggest she take the potion.
It was an unremarkable Saturday. They had absolutely nothing to do. School was out for the summer; he did not yet need to start brewing to stock the infirmary and she did not yet need to review lesson plans. The weather was rainy, so Hyacinth wouldn’t be rushing out to fly or sit by the lake or any other of her usual fair weather pursuits. It was the perfect time.
“Darling?” he said after a lunch where he simply played with his food, surreptitiously vanishing bites in hopes there would be feasting of another variety very soon.
Hyacinth looked up from her last bite of dessert and smiled at her husband, “Yes, love?”
“Have you noticed anything strange? Felt anything out of the ordinary?” he asked.
The potion was not immediately acting and he had dosed her tea during her usual morning break from reading. If his calculations were correct, she would be ripe soon.
“What do you mean, Sev?” she asked, adorably confused.
“I was just wondering if you were feeling anything different, perhaps fuller? Or if I could do anything to increase your comfort?” he replied innocently.
Hyacinth narrowed her eyes, “Severus Snape! That innocent look doesn’t fool me for a moment. I know you, love. What did you do to me?”
He couldn’t help the sly smirk that spread across his features as he observed his petite wife with her hands on her hips, glaring at him for all she was worth. Of course she looked like an angry kitten he simply had to pet and coddle, but she wouldn’t thank him for the comparison, so he kept it to himself.
“I may have given you my newest potion in your morning tea, my love,” he answered as if it was nothing.
“You’re experimenting on me?!?” She cried. “I thought I told you I didn’t want to be an experiment, or that you would at least tell me!!!”
“Hyacinth, love, my darling,” he crooned, laying his hands on her shoulders and pressing her now tear-stained face to his chest. “I assure you this is no experiment. It works, and I am certain you will come to enjoy it immensely.”
“Well, what is it going to do to me, then?” she said, resigned to her fate.
“You should realise what it is doing, my love,” he said as he gently pulled her away.
Her nose scrunched adorably as she thought, trying to catalogue everything she was feeling. And suddenly she understood what he said about fuller earlier.
“Did you do something to make my breasts grow?” She asked, eyes widening. “My bra has been feeling a bit tight for some time now.”
“Not exactly, love,” he answered, “though I would suggest you remove it quickly.”
Hyacinth’s eyes narrowed, but she unbuttoned her robe and let it fall to the floor. Severus’ eyes were glued to her chest, so she took the opportunity to tease him a bit. She unbuttoned each button on her shirt. One at a time. Slowly. His eyes watched her every move.
She unclasped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She shrugged and her shirt joined it.
“Why don’t you help me with this, Sev?” she purred, gesturing down her body.
The potion master’s onyx eyes were hot with desire as he stepped close to his youthful wife. Deft fingers made quick work of the restricting garment and threw it haphazardly across the room. He had no care for where it landed when her nipples pebbled as soon as the cool dungeon air brushed their naked peaks.
His gaze sharpened when Hyacinth gasped quietly.
“Oh!” she almost squeaked. “What was that?”
“My potion,” he smirked at her, leading her to the soft where he laid her down and then settled between her thighs, his head hovering over her middle, eyes still locked on her nipples.
“Merlin,” she moaned.
“Merlin,” he echoed in a whisper as the first pearly drop of liquid began to bead on her taut flesh.
He sucked in a breath and held it, waiting to see if the action would be repeated on her other breast, and it was! Two perfect orbs of life-giving fluid balance precariously on the flushed peaks. Severus leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lap up the treat, eager to taste his wife.
“Merlin, Severus!” She whimpered at the touch of his tongue on her sensitive skin. “It’s so much more than usual.”
“I know,” he growled and wrapped his lips around one rosy nipple.
She gasped and whimpered as his tongue laved the sensitive bud, lapping up the delicious milk that slowly slipped from within. Her other nipple began producing more in tandem with the nipple he was paying attention to so assiduously. The pearlescent drops began to slip down her fevered flesh and he left the nipple to chase them down, licking up their trails with his tongue.
He alternated between her plump breasts, each larger than normal as they filled with the magical milk his potion enticed them to produce. He played with his wife for long minutes until she was bucking underneath him, begging to come just from having her breasts stimulated.
“I don’t think so,” he purred. “Not yet, darling. But I will try to make you a little more comfortable.”
He sat up, causing her to whimper when the milk continued flowing from her breasts after all his attentions. Carefully, Severus hooked his fingers in her panties and slid them carefully down her legs, baring her sex to his lascivious gaze.
“Oh, Severus, please,” she begged, canting her hips toward him.
“I said not yet, my love,” his voice dropped to teacher-stern and she moaned.
He let her wriggle under him for a bit, the milk running down her porcelain skin, leaving shiny tracks he ached to taste. But he wished to see the alternate consequence of the potion, which was what would happen if the milk was not expressed through a partner sucking it out. All the test subjects indicated the milk flow would slow to the merest drops, but then the continued milk production would overwhelm the nipple’s ability to stop it from flowing out. He was anxious to see his love messy with her milk and gauge her sensitivity once he did resume his play for himself.
Hyacinth’s moans increased in volume as the milk slowed, only a few droplets emerging each half minute. It continued that way for nigh on five minutes as Severus watched, his gaze hungrily devouring his wife’s beautiful form.
“Severus, Severus, please!” his wife begged as even the drops of milk stopped.
But he just waited, watching as her always pert, plump breasts grew firmer and firmer as more liquid filled them, waiting for their capacity to be reached. He was not left in suspense for long. With a long moan, milk began almost pouring from her nipples. It ran down her chest and sides, dampening the fabric of the couch, making her shudder with the pressured release and cool air teasing at her dampened skin.
And he couldn’t take it anymore.
Severus pounced, his tongue lapping at every bit of skin he could reach, drawing cry after cry from his young beloved as he cleaned her flesh with his tongue. And she near screamed when he wrapped his mouth around a nipple and sucked for all he was worth, pulling at the amazing liquid faster than it could spill out, wrenching whimpers and moans from his beloved’s mouth with every suck.
He switched nipples and treated the other to the same pleasurable torment.
“Merlin Severus, oh Severus, good merciful Merlin, Sev, don’t stop!” she babbled as he continued to suckle at her breast.
As the pressure behind her nipples decreased, he slowed his suckling, choosing instead to curl his tongue around the pert buds and lap at the milk, licking it out of her at almost the same rate her body was producing it. She moaned at the sensations his lips and tongue were creating, and when he had the brilliant idea to bite at her nipples with his teeth, she screamed and came.
The milk was finally gone and her breasts were back to their usual size, if not puffier from the amount of stimulation they had received.
“Is it over?” she asked through panting breaths as she came down from the most amazing orgasm.
“For now,” her husband replied, his chocolatey voice washing over her.
“Wait, for now?” she jerked upright and asked as her brain engaged and she understood what he said.
“It’s a twenty-four hour potion, my love,” he replied. “You’ll have a couple of hours, but then the milk will flow again, just like it would if you were truly suckling a baby.”
“Oh, Merlin, Sev,” Hyacinth collapsed back on the couch.
“You should just go naked, darling,” he said with a smug look. “You’re just going to get messy again.”
Hyacinth rolled her eyes, but noticeably did not get dressed. Nor did she complain about the milk for the rest of the day.
A few months later, Severus realised he was looking better and feeling better than his years would have one believe. His usual monthly diagnostics were also showing that some of his older damage was finally being repaired. He had initially chalked it up to lack of stress from the end of the war and no longer being a spy, finally being his own master, to his increased healing. But it was becoming obvious that was not the case.
So he discussed the changes with his wife.
“Well, we’ve not done anything new,” she mused the evening they discussed it the first time. “Except maybe that potion,” she finished with a blush.
He smirked. His lovely wife was still so innocent, even after all they had done. He pecked her lips, but considered the idea.
“I wonder…” he said softly.
“Hmm?” her hum was a little sleepy.
“I’ll test it next time,” he whispered as she fell asleep.
But he didn’t forget. The next time they used the lactation potion, he tested it. Well, he gathered some of the precious milk and saved it to test after their play. And the results were fantastic. He almost didn’t believe it because there was no way. But of course it was magic.
Because the potion was forcing her to lactate magically, her milk included her magic! And since he was the one drinking it, he was the one benefiting from those tiny amounts of her ‘Mistress of Death’ magic. And it was rejuvenating him.
Eventually, his diagnostic spells revealed that he was physically around thirty-two years of age, though he was in his late forties. And he remained thirty-two. Though Hyacinth was quite pleased with the little bit of silver in his hair that refused to go away. She said it made him look dashing.