Forbidden Obsession

I am doing something that I do not normally do. I am posting this story as I write it, so the updates will not be consistent but it will be updated. The first part is taken from the Goblet of Fire with some of my own interpretation added in.

I co-wrote this story with another, but this person wishes to not be named and I will respect that.

Snapesflower, Shem and Pollinatrix are beta reading this for me. Thank you!


I do hope that you enjoy it and I would appreciate all feedback on, particularly the prologue.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters and I am in no way making any money from writing this. The plot does belong to me.

Corazon

Forbidden Obsession, previous known as Darkness’ Privilege

Prologue

The night was suddenly full of the swishing of cloaks. Between graves, behind the yew tree, in every shadowy space, wizards were Apparating. All were hooded and masked, and one by one moved forward.... slowly, cautiously, as though they could hardly believe their eyes. Voldemort stood in silence, waiting for them. One of the Death Eaters fell to his knees, crawled toward the Dark Lord formally thought of as dead and kissed the hem of his black robes.

\"Master, Master, \" he murmured.

The Death Eaters behind him did the same, each of them approaching Voldemort on their knees and kissing his robes, before backing away and standing up, forming a silent circle which enclosed Tom Riddle\'s grave, Harry Potter, Voldemort, and the sobbing and twitching heap that was Wormtail. Yet there were gaps in the circle, as though the kin were waiting for more of their own to arrive and make the imperfect ring whole. Voldemort, however, did not seem to expect more. He looked around at the hooded faces, and, though there was no wind, a rustling seemed to run around the circle as though everyone in it had shivered at once.

\"Welcome, Death Eaters,\" said Voldemort quietly. \"Thirteen years.... thirteen years since last we met, yet you answer my call as though it were yesterday. We are still united under the Dark Mark, then! Or are we?\"

He tilted his head to further expose his terrible face and sniffed, his slit-like nostrils widening.

\"I smell guilt,\" he said. \"There is a stench of guilt upon the air.\"

A second shiver ran around the circle, as though each member of it longed, but did not dare to step back from him.

Severus Snape stood his ground, not foolhardy enough to move while his Master continued to address the Death Eaters. He listened carefully to every word the Dark Lord spoke.

Finally the time came where the Dark Lord was acknowledging several of his Death Eaters by name while walking around the circle. Before getting to Macnair, the Dark Lord passed Severus by, not acknowledging him, along with several other Death Eaters. He continued on with his ratification of the remaining servants as Severus avoided eye contact with Potter, making sure that the boy had not noticed him among the circle.
As the night wore on, a battle of power and will developed between Voldemort and Potter. Tensions ran high even amongst the still Death Eaters and peaked as Potter managed a miraculous escape. It was the Death Eaters who suffered Voldemort\'s wrath that night. His humiliation at his own failure was thrust upon his followers as punishment, the Dark Lord\'s pleasure and status reconfirmed in the minds of those present as they twisted, bucked and screamed under his Cruciatus Curse.

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When Severus finally returned to Hogwarts, he spent his time helping the Headmaster Dumbledore to piece together the night\'s events. Although his body was crying out for rest, his mind was satisfied, knowing that he had survived. However, just as Severus was reassuring himself that the worst was behind him, Albus requested that he return to the Dark Lord, and he was filled with a renewed fear and desire for self-preservation. If Voldemort decided to curse him again that night, he would not survive. But that was his secret, and he held it close.

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Severus\' body was still displaying the tremors from the Cruciatus when he closed his eyes, placed his right hand over his Dark Mark and concentrated. He knew what he needed to do; his fear and reservations were born from believing he did not have the strength to do it. His energy had been drained and it took all of his willpower and concentration to Apparate without being splinched.

Feeling his feet touch the ground, Severus slowly opened his eyes. When his sight focused again, he glanced around anxiously, until with relief he found what he had been searching for. He had indeed arrived before the Dark Lord. He looked taller than Severus remembered, but then again, Severus lacked the strength to stand his full height. He shrugged off these superfluous thoughts, and composed himself as best he could to play his role convincingly.

Dropping to his knees, Severus slowly crawled to his Master and kissed the hem of his robes. His legs trembled while trying to get back to his feet. Severus almost lost his balance, before he felt an arm assist him.

\"Allow me,\" said the enthusiastic voice of Wormtail. Severus considered Wormtail to be nothing more than a traitor, a coward who would switch sides to save his own arse. Severus loathed the man, but out of necessity allowed him to help him to his feet. It was clear that Wormtail now resided in a higher position with the Dark Lord and that he needed to show him respect. In Severus\' eyes however, Wormtail was only a minion and nothing else. Severus, too was a traitor, but rather than being a groveling coward, Severus maintained his self-dignity within Voldemort’s ranks.

\"Severus, my son,\" hissed the Dark Lord, \"Clearly Dumbledore wished to continue this charade of sending my own servant to me as a spy. Tell me, son, who is your Master?\" His breath was stale, almost rotten, as might be expected from a creature of pure evil.

Looking into Voldemort\'s red eyes, Severus gathered his strength, held his head high and said with confidence, \"You are my only Master, my lord.\" Respectfully, Severus bowed his head, momentarily losing balance because of his weakened physical state and needing to step forward quickly to catch himself as he lost his balance.

\"You are weak, Severus. I can see in your eyes that Dumbledore has denied you the pleasures you require.\"

Severus’ head snapped up as his eyes flashed from the Dark Lord to Wormtail. \"You are correct, my Lord,\" he said calmly, but too quickly. His heart began to race at the implications of his Master\'s words.

\"Your eyes betray the calmness in your voice, Severus. I can see the intensity of, not your need, but your desire to feed.\"

Unconsciously Severus slowly licked his lips. It had been over thirteen years since he had fed properly. \"You are correct, my Lord.\"

\"Then allow me to satisfy that desire.\" The Dark Lord waved his wand and an unclothed woman appeared on the ground. She was curled in a ball, crying and shaking from the evident danger surrounding her. Her long blond hair was dirty and knotted, testament to the struggle she gave.

Severus cautiously approached her, not believing he was finally going to feed the way he required. Earlier in the evening, the Dark Lord had made clear his disappointment at the failure to kill Potter; now that Severus had returned to his Master\'s presence, he was expecting the same harsh treatment as the other Death Eaters had received. But he was wrong. It was Voldemort who truly understood Severus\' necessity to live to his potential. Silently Severus thanked his Master.

Dropping down to his knees, Severus stretched his hand out and slowly ran it along the woman’s shoulders and down her spine. Even through his leather gloves, he could feel her shiver, and she coil further into herself further under his touch. The corner of his lip curled, as a lustful smile spread over. His arousal was evident, but he didn\'t care. He was too weak and it had been too damn long for him to maintain his composure.

Placing his hand on her shoulder, he rolled her onto her back. She resisted, so he slammed her down hard. She let out a cry, and tried to cover herself with her hands.
Her eyes darted around like a wild animal\'s. Severus pulled his arm across his body and backhanded her across the mouth. Her head snapped to the side as the blood trickled down her cheek, her delicate lips sliced on her teeth, her blonde locks tousled over her head and across her eyes. She let out another cry while covering her face. Grabbing her by the wrists, he pinned her arms above her head and looked into her eyes. She returned his gaze. This was her fatal mistake.

His eyes remained fixed on hers and, after a moment, he removed his hands from her arms. She didn\'t move. Removing his gloves, Severus swept his finger along the blood that was running down her cheek. Bringing it to his mouth, he deliberately licked it, savoring her reaction. Her eyes widened in shock, but no sound came from her as his black, empty eyes bore into hers. She couldn\'t look away. She didn\'t want to look away. A calmness took over her body, and her breathing began to slow down, as did her heartbeat.


Only those who were observing closely enough noticed that he was able to synchronize her breathing with his. Slowly they began breathing together. Even her heartbeat began to pulse in rhythm with his. The ritual of feeding came naturally to him.

Once he had her in his complete control, his eyes moved away from hers and onto her body. In the moonlight he could see her milky white skin and luscious curves. Her breasts swelled outward with every breath they took together. Leaning down he ran his tongue along her jaw to her ear. She shivered, but not from repulsion, from desire.

He leaned his body against hers so she could feel his hardness. She jerked slightly and whimpered.

His fingers glided them down her chest, grazing each nipple. The warmth of his hand on her skin was rewarded with her sensitive flesh hardening under his touch.

The Death Eaters had always been fascinated with Severus\' feeding sacrament, and, as in the past, they did not turn away but merely watched in silent awe and respect. The power that he could obtain over his victims was mesmerizing. They saw her willingly her raise her mouth up to meet his. Even though they had seen him feed before, they still could not get enough of his powerful display. They watched him, yet again, place his mouth over hers, patiently waiting for the spectacle to move forward.

She flinched and let out a cry. Severus had bitten her bottom lip, drawing blood. Greedily he sucked the warm liquid.

Removing his mouth from hers he sat up. Taking his fingers, he glided them over her breasts again, circling and caressing each one while maintaining eye contact with her. He ran his warm hands along her ribs and abdomen. She could feel the gentleness in his caresses and though she shivered under his touch, her body craved more. Slowly his hands slid lower, circling her hips and thighs. His strokes were purposeful yet delicate. He traced the curves of her hips, making his way to her inner thighs, never breaking eye contact.

Finally she closed her eyes under his ministrations and together they both breathed in sharply from her response. With her eyes closed, Severus was not receiving her energies.
Moving his hands, he again stroked her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. Her eyes remained closed while her breathing became deeper. The firmness of his touch brought her a sense of security, the first she had felt all night and as his fingers circled downward, along her abdomen to her dark curls, she responded by submissively opening her legs for him.

Every voice in her head was screaming at her, telling this was wrong and that she should be fighting him, but every time she opened her eyes and looked into the blackness of his her desire grew. She not only wanted him to take her, she needed him to.

Lying back, she willingly opened for him completely, silently pleading for him to touch her, to make her feel the pleasure his fingers promised.

He could smell the musk odor of her arousal as she positioned herself for him. He traced his fingers along her inner thighs, brushing against her curls. Closing her eyes again, she let out a soft moan. He could feel her desires. He could sense her inner muscles of her walls pulsing, begging to be stretched.

Dipping one finger into her, he was rewarded with her erotic acknowledgment of the power he held over her as she moaned. He slid another finger into her to spread her wetness around, quite aware of his colleagues\' desires to enjoy her ambrosia themselves. He spread her essence along her walls and lips and down onto her thighs, a small gesture of dominance to prove to the others that he was in control.

Sliding his fingers upward, he stroked her wet folds causing her hips to move. Opening her eyes, she pleaded with her eyes and with her moans for him to touch her most sensitive spot, but he merely smiled at her and avoided her swollen nub, playing with her, reminding her gently who was in charge. She relaxed once more and allowed herself to again enjoy the gratification of his fingers moving on her.

Finally her patience was rewarded as his fingers found her nub and stroked it firmly. Her hips bucked as she let out a cry of pleasure. Her breathing increased deeper and she continued to stare intently into his. Her mind and body were now completely entranced by his spell.

\"Sit up,\" he whispered. She obeyed him as his fingers continued to massage her nub and they both moved into a sitting position. Her legs began to quiver and he pulled his fingers away from her quickly. \"Not until I allow you,\" he hissed.

She nodded slightly, knowing that if she had any chance of him allowing her to climax, she would need to obey him. \"Now, take me out,\" he said, gesturing toward his pants. \"I want to fuck your mouth.\"

Obediently she unfastened his pants and released his throbbing erection. She lowered her head and placed her lips over the head of his cock. Greedily she began to suck and stroke him, taking all of him in.

He leaned back on his hands, watching her head bob up and down. Glancing at those witnessing his ritual, he noticed but was undisturbed by the obvious arousal each were displaying, except when his gaze passed to Wormtail, who was stroking himself at Severus\' gratification made him wince.

Severus took a steady deep breath to help maintain his composure; she was good, very good. The pressure was building in his groin and he knew he wasn\'t going to last long.

\"Stop,\" he whispered before he could release. \"Get on me and fuck me now.\" She willingly climbed onto his lap and lowered herself onto his glistening erection. Highly aroused, she began to move up and down on him enthusiastically. \"Touch yourself,\" he hissed.

She sat up a little straighter and, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other one between her legs, she began to massage her nub while keeping a steady rhythm. Her movements were smooth and well practiced.

Severus leaned back, allowing her to do the work. Her wet, warm walls were pulsing his shaft, quickly driving him toward the edge, but he held back. Timing was everything.

Her eyes bored into his and her rhythm increased, both with her fingers and her pumping up and down on him. She began to moan and cry as the pressure built and the fire spread throughout her body. Her eyes began to glaze over and her legs began to tremble.

\"Oh fuck!\" she cried, releasing, her inner muscles massaging his shaft fiercely. He placed his hands on her hips and slammed her down harder on him. A few thrusts later he came as well.

Together they both cried out, their breathing still in sync. Severus grabbed her head and forced her to look into his eyes as she rode out her orgasm. The great amounts of energies her body was creating and releasing from her pleasure were transferring themselves to Severus, entering his body at the point of his own release.

As the others watched, they witnessed the loyal Death Eater\'s strength return. His color came back. His face was no longer sallow or sunken.

When Severus was finished, he shoved her off him. Getting to his feet with his back to the others, he fastened his pants and then turned around.

It was a sight to be seen. All the power and strength that Severus Snape once known for was now fully displayed, and a sense of awe swept over the others.

Stepping over the girl, who was close to unconsciousness, Severus approached his Master and obediently knelt down before him.

\"My Lord, how may I repay you?\"

\"By returning to me Severus, thus proving your loyalties, you have repaid me. Thirteen years ago I ordered you to spy on Albus Dumbledore and for thirteen years you did just that, never leaving your post. You are my loyal servant. Rise, Severus.\"

Severus stood up smoothly, maintaining eye contact with the Dark Lord, who he now had the strength to stand eye to eye with. It had been years since he felt this alive.

In the silence of the night, there was the sound of whimpering. A smile spread around the circle.

\"Enjoy her, my servants,\" commanded Voldemort. The remaining men approached the woman, who no longer held a desire to sexually satisfy Severus, or anyone else for that matter. The control that Severus had held over her was gone and her fear had returned.

Severus watched just long enough to see Wormtail pull his pants down and thrust sharply into her, her cries breaking through the silence of the night. The men cheered him on while another Death Eater released his own erection and began to violate her mouth. They ravished the woman over and over into the night while Severus spoke with the Dark Lord.

\"Severus, my son, my plans have failed for tonight, but I have come too far to give up now. I expect you to maintain your post at Dumbledore’s side. The old fool is going to reconstruct the Order of the Phoenix, correct?\"

\"Yes, my Lord,\" Severus answered obediently. He knew what information to deny and what to confess. For his benefit and to confirm his trust with the Dark Lord, Severus decided to admit to more than he normally would.

\"Good, then you shall become their key member, providing them with crucial information about our own meetings.\" The sarcasm was thick in Voldemort\'s voice. \"For now we shall remain inactive. I am not prepared to take on both the Ministry and Dumbledore. From what you have told me, Dumbledore will be taking on the Ministry for me. For now, I will let that feud brew while we make our own plans.\"

\"As you wish, my Lord.\"

\"Go now, Severus. Finish feeding, my son.\"

\"Thank you, my Lord.\" Severus bowed respectfully before returning to the group of Death Eaters.

The woman was lying on her back, barely breathing. Her body was bruised and bloodied.

As Severus approached, the Death Eaters immediately stepped aside, allowing him through. Kneeling down between her legs, Severus flipped her over. Unfastening his pants, he released his erection, which had appeared instantly at the Dark Lord\'s suggestion. Pulling her hips up, he spread her buttocks apart to reveal the place she had been fucked, but Severus had yet to take her. Thrusting sharply into her caused her to give out a pain-filled cry. The cry only aroused him further, making him thrust harder and faster into her. She was tight, so incredibly tight. He held onto her hips while the rest of her body became limp as she finally stopped fighting. Severus\' release came shortly after she gave up her struggle and he groaned as his seed spilled into her. Pulling out, he saw the evidence of his climax along with her blood trickle down her buttock.

As he rolled her onto her back again, she looked at him with her empty blue eyes. Slowly she blinked, knowing the end was soon to come. Severus lowered his head between her legs to her inner thigh. Licking and then sucking a particular place on her smooth skin, he bit into her.

Her body jerked from the pain and shock, but it ended quickly. A warm, erotic euphoria spread throughout her body. Her body relaxed as everything went black.


~TBC