Without missing a beat, Snape shifted behind her, dropping to his knees and then she felt his hands on the back of her upper thighs, spreading her, and his tongue was all over her. "Oh, fuck fuck fuck," she gasped, delirious with pleasure as his mouth trailed across her labia and clit, licking, sucking, probing. "Please," she cried, not even knowing what to ask. The sensations were so intense, she felt herself on the cusp of ecstasy and at the same time the irrational panic that she was going to die if this kept up. "Please," she sobbed, and seeming to interpret that as a plea for more rather than a prayer for mercy (she herself did not know what she wanted at that point), he doubled down, lapping at her folds and devouring her as if she were an oasis in the bloody desert. She whimpered, and then she felt her body beginning to tremble, shaking as her orgasm rolled over her and she was moaning, crying, babbling and shaking as he continued to pleasure her through the duration of her completion. 