Extreme Seduction
A stolen time
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Chapter 10 : A stolen time
“Make me scream, Harry,
make me yell. Make me groan in desire, sigh in need, beg for more, whimper in
delight, moan in pleasure, and to whisper your name when I come for you. Make
me yours,” the black-haired man purred seductively.
Harry swallowed hard. It was all so
tempting. He closed his eyes, trying to resist the enticement in front of him.
Snape was offering his delicious looking body to him. If he moved forward one
more step, they would be touching. Harry licked his lips and took several deep
breaths.
“I can’t,” he said to
himself.
“Yes, you can! Touch him,” murmured the little, evil voice in his head.
“He’s my teacher, it’s
wrong.”
“But he’s also a man, a man who desires you.”
“Like those other students
who desire me, it’s just not natural. He doesn’t really want me, he doesn’t
really love me.”
“Look into his eyes, they show his soul,
he wants you... rather badly and he loves you as much as you love him.”
“Me? I don’t love him.”
“Of course, you say that out loud, but
in your heart you know that's not true. You can’t hide what you feel from your
conscience.”
“But...”
“Harry, please baby,”
whispered an impatient Severus. “Come over here and touch me... everywhere; I
want your skin next to mine, touch me with your hands, with your lips, with
your tongue... and take me. I am starving for you. I want to taste your
flavour. I want to drown in the desire within your eyes while you make me love
to me. I want to leave you breathless. I want to feel you plunge inside of me,
deeply and violently. I want to be filled by you. I want to be yours like you
are mine. Do you want me, Harry?”
“Oh, yes,” replied the little voice
entousiastically.
“OH, YES!” repliedry
ry
enthusiastically.
And he pounced on his
persuasive Potions Master.
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“I’m really worried about
Harry,” sighted Hermione nervously.
“Me too, Hermione. I've
hardly managed to eat because of the worry,” answered her red-haired boyfriend,
serving himself a third helping of sliced roast.
“Who can say what Snape’s
doing right now to Harry,” whispered the young woman anxiously.
“Yes,” replied Ron with
disgust. “Perhaps, the greasy git has already pounced on Harry.”
“Oh Ron. No, don't say
that,” murmured his girlfriend, horrified. Her lips were trembling. “We should
have followed them earlier. I regret that we didn't. I regret that so much.”
“Perhaps Harry has already
drunk the antidote and is coming here to rejoin us. Unless the slimy bastard has already given him another potion, something
worse than a love potion,” he said terrified. “Maybe even a lust potion,
‘Mione.”
The brown-haired girl was
looking at Ron, her eyes wide open, shaking her head in concern and thinking of
the horrible possibilities of what might be happening; she said, “We have to
save Harry. We have to tell Dumbledore...”
“Dumbledore?” her love
questioned, looking everywhere. “Dumbledore!” he added in triumph and relief.
“Look ‘Mione, the headmaster is nowhere in sight and he's not dumb, so...
surely he’s in the dungeons taking care of the situation!”
In her turn, the girl
looked everywhere and sighed, “Just because Professor Dumbledore is not here
means he’s near Harry.”
“But ‘Mione, Harry has
always been protected by Dumbledore. Even if V-Voldemort is not alive anymore,
he still wouldn't leave Harry to be in any danger. He’s one of his students
after all.”
“Maybe you are right,"
said the brunette slowly, with desperate hope shining in her eyes.
“Listen,” began Ron, “if
Harry isn’t here in five minutes, we’ll go and bring him back, okay?”
“Alright,” nodded his
girlfriend with hesitation.
She turned her head towards
the door and waited.
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Harry had pushed his
teacher eagerly onto his desk and was on top of him instantly; he was devouring
Severus’ lips with his own. The man responded so passionately to the kiss, it
was burning Harry up completely.
The student tore at the
material of Severus’ robe, without paying attention to the buttons as they flew
everywhere, exposing pale, warm flesh. Immediately, he let his tongue wander
sensually down the black-haired man's neck and shoulders. The boy could taste
the intoxicating flavour of his teacher’s chest while his hips were moving
rapidly against the older man's engorged erection.
Severus was moaning
desperately as he grabbed Harry’s hair tightly. His lover was sucking avidly at
his nipples, which was driving him crazy with need. He could feel the
Gryffindor’s mouth licking his naked, smooth skin or nibbling at it. ‘How could
the boy be so sexy... and so experienced?’ he thought, feeling a wave of
jealousy and possessiveness invade him. But he could not think anymore when
Harry made his body slide up and down all along his own lean body, and rubbed
his wet cock against his navel, teasing it and him. Severus whimpered in
delight.
Harry, suddenly, tore a
little more of the robe apart until the black boxers were visible. The boy
sighed just a bit in disappointment. He had expected that his professor would
be naked underneath his clothing. An idea lit into his brain, he knelt down at
his professor's feet and he removed the underwear with his teeth to bare the
man’s throbbing sex. Severus held his breath when chill air caressed his hot
erection. He saw his lover straighten up and look at him with hunger, then
smiled seductively as he watched Harry lick his forefinger indecently and lower
that finger closer to him, nearer to his... Severus gasped.
Jade eyes plunged into onyx
ones, while Harry slid his wet index finger along the slit at the tip of his
teacher’s cock and picked up a sample of some precum and his whole body quivered at the touch of Harry’s shameless
hand on his most sensitive flesh. Still holding his lover’s gaze, who looked at
him as if mesmerized, Harry brought the finger to his mouth and licked it --
slowly and voluptuously. Severus' member became even more swollen if it were
possible, as shivers continued to run up and down his spine.
“Harry,” begged the man “I
can’t wait any longer. Please Harry, please.”
Severus’s was nearly
panting from his desire as he quickly took from his pocket a vial of lubricant,
the bottle of oil Harry remembered so
well. The boy grinned at this memory. Now he wanted to make use of it, oh yes,
he wanted Sev.
He was grabbing the vial
when he heard someone knocking at the door. They froze.
“Who...?” began Harry.
Severus skook his head in
ignorance.
Harry pulled off of his
teacher and altered his robe, then he arranged his hair in some semblance of
order. Severus did the same, except for his robe, which he had to repair by
spelling it. Now there were no signs of their encompassing passion, except
their eyes were still too bright and dark, their breathing slightly short and
the redness of their faces. So... the situation was horrible.
Another round of knocks was
heard.
“Are you ready?” asked
Severus anxiously to his almost-lover.
“Yes,” he nodded,
frustrated and embarrassed.
“Enter,” said Snape in an
icy voice.
The door opened to admit
Professor Dumbledore. His eyes were sparkling, but a faint disapproving look
was on his old face.
“So Severus,” he began,
“did young Harry drink your antidote?”
“Yes, Headmaster,” replied
his employee a little sharply.
“Good. So Harry, as a
student, should be having his dinner right about now in the Great Hall with
the other students.”
“Certainly, Headmaster,” answered the Potions Master who had
understood the insinuation.
“Excellent,” declared the
old wizard. He turned his head towards the Gryffindor boy and added, “Come along Harry, I’m sure you must be
starving.”
Dumbledore led the way out
of Snape’s office and Harry cast once last, longing glance back at Severus.
‘Oh yes, I’m starving,’ he
thought, as his eyes were wandering over the beautiful, pale body in front of
him.
Severus caught the lusting
look and was dying with desire as he saw his love leave.
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After they finished their
dinner, Harry left the Great Hall towards the Gryffindor tower with his
friends. During dinner, he had felt the determined gaze of Draco Malfoy, who
apparently wanted him again. The raven-haired young man had tried to focus on
his meal, but found he couldn't eat all that much. He was hungry about
something else... someone else, who didn’t make any appearance in the immense
room. Harry was not very surprised by that fact, but he hadn’t be able to help
himself and kept glancing every so often to the teacher’s table -- to his professor’s chair, which remained
desperately empty.
His friends had been
relieved when they had seen him come back with Dumbledore and of course, Harry
had told them that nothing had happened in Snape’s office and that he was now
cured of his artificial love for the blond Slytherin. They had been so happy
for him that they hadn't seen his sad look. With some small amount of shame, he
had to confess to himself that he wanted to be with his Potions Master and not
only to make love to the other man. He had to push the thought away. This
evening, he had lost his mind in desire, but he would not let that happen
again. It was too risky now.
‘Maybe after graduation,’ whispered the little voice in his head.
Harry blushed, but no one
saw that. Ron and Hermione were talking about some defensive spells and charm
they could perfect for their friend’s safety.
“Perhaps, we could hex them
with a push-back spell or a Filch spell. It’s for anti-lust, very powerful you
know,” suggested Ron, laughing.
“Be a little bit more
serious, Ron,” replied Hermione with a faint smile.
“Or castration, it’s
radical and after that, no problem,” teased her boyfriend, smiling at her, and
he added with a slight frown of disgust, “But you would be kept busy with
Crabbe and Goyle, ‘Mione.”
“Eurk,” she answered,
disgusted too. Ron laughed, imitated by Harry, as he saw Hermione’s look.
Suddenly, before seeing
anything, Crabbe pounced on Harry’s leg and grabbed at it as his life depended
on it and he began to sing a romantic poem he had written for the Gryffindor
boy.
Can’t helping me to not lusting at
you,
What I want is just to fuck you.
I dream of your arse, of your
delicious body,
And I wake up wet and sweat my
baby.
Harry was trying to get rid
of the Slytherin and have his leg regain it's freedom, was being helped by his
two friends, but they didn’t manage to push the stronger boy away. He was literally
glued to Harry.
You are the ass I was waiting for,
And you’ll always beg me for more.
I want to touch your hard
erection,
And, in you, burying my prick in
passion.
Harry was horrified by the
words. He was freezing and his friends also, all were too horrified and
disgusted.
“What... What are you
doing?” said a shaking voice. It was Filch. The man was purple, for he was at
the edge of having an apoplexy. ‘Crazy, insane students. They are all
completely mad,’ he thought, his breathing erratic.
Our life will be fantastic,
With confidence, I’ll lend you my
bath duck in plastic.
I want to fuck you senseless,
And...
“Mister Crabbe!” yelled
Professor’s McGonagall furious voice. “Release Mister Potter’s leg
immediately.”
As she saw the Slytherin free
her student’s leg, she added to Crabbe, “What do you think you are doing?”
The Slytherin took some
time before realizing his professor had spoken to him. He answered,
“I was singing a poem for
my Harry, Professor.”
“A poem? That…? More like
sexual harassment, Mister Crabbe. I heard your... verses.”
“Oh, no Professor, I don't
want you to think that it was you I wanted to sexually harass,” replied the
Slytherin in disbelief. “It’s Harry I want to fuck, not you.”
McGonagall gasped and
turned purple, like Hermione, very shocked. Ron and Harry’s jaws had fallen on
the floor. And Filch had fallen to the floor too.
“Crabbe,” his professor
hissed, beyond furious. “In my office, now! I’ll teach you how to reply
correctly to a professor and not harass your fellow students.” She was scowling
and Crabbe had no other choice but to follow her, without understanding what he
had done or said that was wrong.
“I can’t believe it!”
exclaimed Hermione, very pale now.
“Me neither,” echoed the
two boys, both still very shocked.
Ron began to make his way
towards their House again when Harry stopped him, “What about Filch?”
Ron glanced quickly at the
caretaker, who had fainted and replied, “He’ll wake up eventually.”
Harry nodded, Hermione
scowled, but they followed behind Ron.
They were walking towards
the last set of stairs when the trio heard two voices exclaim, “Petrificus
totalus.”
Stunned, Harry saw Ron and
Hermione fall to the floor, completely frozen. And before he could take out his
wand, he heard someone scream, “Catch him!”