Star Sisters

Chapter XI: Mine Is Your Body

Now that she was standing in front of Malfoy Manor, Morgana was not really sure how she had gotten there. She knew she had Apparated, of course, but what she couldn’t remember was how or when she had made the decision to ditch class – Potions of all things – and go to see Lucius instead. But then again, he deserved her visit. That very morning, he had gifted her with the most beautiful piece of jewellery. For that, he deserved a kiss at least. Maybe even more.

She swept through the heavy oak doors that led to the Malfoy’s impressive and luxurious lounge. The room was furnished in soft creams, rich browns and pastel green. Antique furniture lined every wall. The room breathed money and old money at that. Each tasteful piece that adorned the room, whether vase or ornament or painting, was surely an heirloom worth more Galleons than most wizards would see in a lifetime. The opulence was staggering, and somehow Morgana felt out of place. She had never known such luxury. Through the huge bay window, she could see two of his massive Irish Wolfhounds playing on the perfectly-manicured acres of lawn. And by the marble fireplace, holding a crystal tumbler of vintage brandy stood none other than the Lord of the Manor, Lucius Malfoy himself. And Morgana’s breath hitched in her throat.

Lucius looked breathtaking. His platinum hair hung, flawlessly coiffed, over his broad shoulders. The delicate silver of his cravat and matching waistcoat set off his grey-blue eyes perfectly, fitting snugly to enhance the V-shape of his torso, and the cut of his grey moleskin trousers had the look of expensive and bespoke tailoring. Morgana could not help but admire the wizards’ form, and Lucius smirked as he watched her eyes travel down his body. This was going to be so easy.

‘My darling,’ he exclaimed, his smirk turning into the most adorable smile. ‘I'm so glad you're here at last! I've been barely able to sleep, my thoughts are so full of you.’ He placed his tumbler on to a side table and stepped before the girl, taking her hands into his own to kiss them. He noticed the delicate clutch of silver entwined around her wrist: a snake, with emeralds for eyes, the sister piece to the ring he had sent her. She had done what he had hoped then and put it on the minute she had received it. One could always count on Slytherin vanity.

He drew her hand to his face, tilting her wrist this way and that to admire the sparkle of the gems in the light. ‘You like it?’ he asked, his eyebrow quirked, his eyes searching hers.

‘I adore it, Lucius. And I'm so happy to be here. But Snape did not make it easy for me to leave the castle.’

Lucius narrowed his eyes at the reference to her teacher. If Snape dared to put his abnormally large nose into his business, the Dark Lord would hear about it. And Snape would have to pay for crossing his plans. ‘No,’ he replied, trying to oppress a sneer. ’That jobsworth wouldn't have. But enough about him! You are here, with me, and we have the whole afternoon.’

He smiled indulgently at his young sweetheart, who offered a smile in return. But he could see that the girl seemed uneasy, and before he could find out why, she gave him the reason herself.

‘Where's your wife, Lucius?’ she asked, a trace of concern in her voice. She did not feel comfortable with the term mistress, and she had always been treated with kindness by Narcissa. It had been Narcissa who had taught her to walk in high heels and carry herself straight, to make pleasant dinner conversation and choose the right fork for the right course. She did not like the idea of hurting the woman in any way.

Lucius stiffened at the mention of his long-suffering wife, and his smile faltered. Heaven forbid the girl had developed a conscience. ‘Narcissa is looking after a frail aunt,’ he explained. ‘She will be gone for some days ...’ The smirk began to creep back onto his face now, and his voice held a lascivious tone. ‘We have all the time in the world.’

With a smooth, well-practiced action, he lifted Morgana’s chin with the head of his serpent walking cane and planted a soft, quick kiss on her lips. He could have sworn they tasted like nectar.

‘Ah, how soft those lips, how much I have missed them.’

His eyes twinkled as Morgana smiled shyly in response. And once more, Lucius felt like clapping himself on the shoulder. The idea of giving the Dark Lord an heir had surely been his finest: the unification of two of the oldest wizarding families, bound by ancient blood magic in such a way that he could not be disposed of, would surely make him alone the most favoured out of all of the Death Eaters. And soon they would bow to him as they did to the Dark Lord himself. The fact that Morgana was an attractive young witch only made the task so much more pleasurable!

‘My beautiful Morgana,’ he whispered. ‘Is it too bold of me to ask for an embrace?’

Morgana reached up and brushed a strand of silken hair behind his ear, feeling almost weightless with happiness. She could not believe her luck. One of the most influential wizards in Britain, a man who never had to ask for anything, was begging for her embrace.

‘Of course not.’

Lucius’ grey-blue eyes smiled down at the girl as she gave her first permission of the day.

‘Then hold me, dear heart,’ he whispered.

Morgana gingerly put her hands on his shoulders. She wasn’t used to physical contact, avoided it as much as possible, but Lucius could make her tremble just by his proximity. Yes, she wanted to touch him. And she wanted him to touch her.

In return, he wrapped his strong arm around Morgana’s waist, crushing her against him gently but firmly.

‘Oh, I have been dreaming about your body against mine.’ He closed his eyes and took a deep sniff of Morgana’s mussed-up red hair. ‘Your sweet hair ... Your sweet lips ...’

He ducked his face down once again to claim her mouth, but Morgana pulled back, looking up at his face urgently.

‘Why me, Lucius?’ Morgana asked, looking up at him anxiously. ‘You could have any witch in Britain.’

‘But you’re not any witch, are you my sweet?’ Lucius replied with infinite patience, as if talking to a small child. The girl feeling insecure was the last thing he needed. She had to believe that she was his goddess, that he worshipped the ground she treaded on.

‘I’m just an orphan,’ she mumbled, looking forlorn.

‘Don’t say that, my love,’ Lucius replied. ‘Don’t you ever say that.’ He squeezed her hand tightly and placed a tender kiss on it, looking at her with big puppy-eyes.

‘But that is what I am.’ Morgana was beginning to tremble. Something was just not right. Why would Lucius Malfoy, a man who could have anything he desired, want her? Certainly, it could not be the Belakane fortune he was after. He had more Galleons that he could possibly spend. And it couldn’t be her body he desired. Because the word beautiful was not one Morgana would use to describe herself. And still, there he was, whispering sweet words of love into her ear. And all she wanted to do was to believe him.

Lucius cupped her chin in his hand and gazed deep into her eyes. ‘That is not all you are, dear heart. You are a beautiful, talented, intoxicating young witch. And I fear you have me spellbound.’ With that, he reached in and gently kissed her neck, the soft fronds of his platinum hair falling into her cleavage.

Morgana exhaled through her nose and let her head fall back, giving him access to the sensitive skin on her throat. Oh, this felt heavenly. She had never known the touch of a man and was completely lost in the sensation. Lucius nudged further in, kissing behind her ear, each brush of his lips sending delicious shivers down her spine. It tickled, yet felt so good at the same time. A soft giggle escaped her lips.

‘Mmmm, your giggles are like music to me,’ Lucius whispered and continued planting a row of kisses along Morgana’s jaw, and her eyes closed with pleasure. Slowly, her hands slid down his back, over the expensive material of his satin waistcoat, feeling the firm, masculine body underneath the delicate fabric. He smelled like he looked: sumptuous, elegant, expensive, masculine.

Lucius moved his mouth up to Morgana’s lips, flicking his tongue delicately across them, swiftly and tantalisingly. She opened her lips willingly, almost dizzy from the sensation.

When he froze and pulled away, she felt disappointed at the loss of his lips, fearing she had done something wrong.

‘Darling, am I going too fast for you?’ Lucius asked, his eyes locked onto hers. ‘You will tell me, won't you?’

Morgana nodded eagerly. She would promise him anything just to feel his lips again.

‘Oh, I do want you, Morgana,’ Lucius whispered, his hands firmly clasped around her shoulders. ‘I want you so much. Tell me you want me, too.’

The look in his eyes nearly made her knees give way. Oh, yes, she wanted him. She wanted him to touch her, she wanted to be his. But something kept her from saying yes. ‘Kiss me, Lucius,’ she sighed instead.

‘With pleasure, my love,’ Lucius replied, leaning in for a deep, luscious kiss.

He felt the girl go weak in his arms, and he smirked as he ran a hand through her hair. All those years of waiting were finally paying off. He had come up with that brilliant scheme years ago, before the Dark Lord had disappeared, and had toiled and waited patiently for years to see it to fruition. Unfortunately, the girl’s parents had not fitted in to his original plans. Her father had been a righteous fool, and getting rid of him had been essential and only too easy. And her mother had chosen to share her husband’s destiny, rather than provide him with a precious Belakane baby. Little had she known that he – Lucius Malfoy – would keep an eye on her daughter and ensure that she would provide the heir that her mother would not. Yes, he had waited patiently for sixteen long years, had seen to it that the girl never lacked anything at the orphanage. She had always known that he was her patron, and she had been ever so grateful. Yet, he assumed she knew nothing of the true deaths of her parents. And now, as she was becoming a young woman, he used his charms to make her his, showered her with gifts and tokens, appealed to her vanity and whispered words of love into her sweet little ears. And she was like putty in his hands. Soon she would succumb. Very soon.

‘Sweet Morgana ...’ he murmured between kisses as the girl in his arms whimpered with pleasure.

Morgana felt her whole body tingle. She had kissed boys but never thought it pleasurable. She had kissed girls and found it nice. But Lucius’ kisses were of a different kind. They made her knees go weak and sent jolts of pleasure through her entire body. And she wanted more. Gingerly, she slipped her tongue to his mouth and felt him crush his body against her in response. She let her hands slip to his chest, dared unfasten his waistcoat and tried to get under the crisp Egyptian cotton of his shirt.

Lucius helped willingly and began to unbutton his shirt as he continued kissing her, right there on the hearth, and Morgana’s hands slid down his smooth chest, his flat stomach. She once again thanked Merlin that the aging process was slower for magical people. Lucius may have been in his forties but his body was as taut as a twenty-five year old.

He smirked at her as she drank in his impressive physique. ‘See anything you like, my love?’

‘Hmmm ...’she mumbled, before latching on to his neck, kissing, suckling. The wizard was magnificent and the heat from his smooth skin fed her passion further. Suddenly, her insecurity was gone. She wanted to make him hers.

‘Mmmmm, Morgana, I do love this wild side of you.’ Lucius gasped as the tip of her tongue snaked over his collar bone, her hands moving over his smooth chest in small circles, teasing his small, brown nipples. He growled with pleasure as she left a trail of kisses down over his chest, her tongue flicking softly against his nipple, and couldn’t help but smile as her blue eyes gazed up at him innocently.

‘Do you like this, Lucius?’

His grey eyes met hers, glittering seductively. ‘My darling, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. I've been imagining your touch for so long.’

With a small smile, Morgana continued suckling gently at his nipple, her hands sliding down over his stomach towards the rapidly-stiffening bulge at his groin.

Lucius shivered with pleasure at the feel of her small, soft hands. ‘My love,’ he whispered. ‘You don’t have to please me ...’

But Morgana was hungry for his flesh and eager to shed her inexperience. And although she had the nagging feeling that she should not be yearning for Lucius Malfoy like this, she could not stop herself.

‘Yes, I do,’ she breathed. ‘Let me ...’ And with that, her hand slid between his legs, cupping the thick bulge through the soft material of his moleskin trousers.

Lucius watched her intently as she squeezed his erection though the fabric, still suckling his nipple.

‘Oh Morgana,’ he moaned, amazed at the girl’s daring. She did know how to touch a man, and seeing how eager she was to show off her talent, Lucius wondered if he had to thank the Blackroot for this, or if the girl would be so willing to please him even without it.

Lucius and Morgana were so immerged in their foreplay that neither of them noticed the Disillusioned figure of Severus Snape, who had slipped silently in to the lounge and was now observing the scene with a look as black as thunder on his stern features. Surely, the girl must be under a spell, he thought as he positioned himself in the shadows. Why else would she throw herself at Malfoy like this?

‘Am I doing this right, Lucius?’ Morgana asked as her fingers rubbed against his impressive swelling between the blond wizard’s legs. She did not have much practice with men, and she desperately wanted to please him.

‘Your touch is exquisite, love,’ Lucius purred in response. He wasn’t even lying. The girl was talented indeed. But he saw the flicker of insecurity in her eyes.

’Lucius?’

‘Yes, my love?’

‘Wouldn’t you prefer someone older and more experienced ... like Bella?’

Lucius breathed sharply through his nose. He’d apologised to the girl about his behaviour at the lunch and had assumed the occurrence was all but forgotten. The last thing he needed was that moment of indiscretion ruining his plan. With a sincere, searching look, he spoke once more.

‘You know how much I regret that incident, dear heart. You made me so crazy with desire that afternoon, I lost control. I beg you, forgive me. It was you I wanted, not her. But I knew I could not have you. Not there. Not like that.’

Morgana looked up at him, her eyes full of need. She wanted to believe him, but she had been so shocked at their coupling. It had certainly looked as if Lucius and Bella were extremely familiar with each other, such was the way she had welcomed him into her. Morgana would bet her last Knut that they’d had sex prior to that occasion. And although she knew of Lucius’ reputation of being a womanizer, the thought of him being with Bella made her feel queasy.

Lucius saw doubt in her eyes, and he persisted. ‘Do you know that I was physically aching for you for days after that? I did not want to share you with her that day, love. And I did not want to be with her either. It was you that aroused me, and you I wanted. Please, believe me.’

He cupped her face in his slender fingers as Morgana reflected on the mess she had created.

‘Oh Lucius ... I should never have touched Bella in the first place. I don’t know why I did it.’

Lucius leaned forwards, nuzzling Morgana’s nose with his own. ‘Shhh. Let’s not speak of such things. We both made mistakes, and they should be forgotten. Today it’s just me and you.’ He nuzzled her once again, this time behind her ear as she whimpered.

Snape narrowed his eyes. Malfoy was always such a damned charmer. He could charm the Bowtruckles down from the trees. Hearing him spout pure nonsense and watching the girl lapping it up left a bitter taste in his mouth. And if Morgana were not so distracted by Lucius now nibbling at her ear, and Snape was not Disillusioned, she would have seen that Snape had a face like sour milk, and that every word that came out of Malfoy’s mouth made him sneer.

Lucius was now kissing Morgana passionately, his smooth hands tracing the curve of her breasts through the material of her dress. And Morgana moaned into his mouth, bucking up against him as he teased a nipple gently through the fabric. ‘Yes, Morgana, do you like this?’

‘Yes, yes, Lucius, I do,’ she hissed. She truly did. His touch was skilful, and he ground lightly against her some more as he nibbled her neck.

As they kissed, Morgana fumbled to undo the laces at the front of her dress. She was ready for him now, she wanted to feel his body against hers and give herself to him. And Lucius saw her fumble with her laces and smiled triumphantly, if only inwardly. He had succeeded. He had broken her defence. He effortlessly waved his hand, and the laces fell open.

Morgana gasped at his use of wandless magic. And as his fingers brushed against her skin, she suddenly felt a little shy and felt herself blush.

‘Are you alright, my love?’ Lucius asked, lifting her chin with a finger.

Morgana bit her lip. ‘You will laugh when I tell you ...’

Lucius’ face was full of concern. ‘Of course I won’t laugh.’ Whatever was the matter with the girl now?

She continued chewing her lower lip nervously and then took a deep breath. ‘I have never been with a man ... completely ...’ She had fumbled with Wood in the Quidditch locker room. She had gone far enough to make him unable to sit properly on his broom, and Slytherin had won the game. But she had not let him touch her. Not like that.

‘Dear heart ...’ He stroked Morgana’s hair gently. He couldn’t believe his luck! The girl was a virgin! Merlin’s scrotum, this made the whole scenario even better! Not only would it strengthen the blood magic of her giving herself willingly to him, but he also got the added bonus of deflowering a succulent young maiden. No wonder she had been reluctant to give herself fully to him over the summer. He had believed the rumour he had heard from Draco and had been convinced that the girl was experienced to say the least. Oh, if he had known, he would have chosen a different approach. She would not be the first maiden he seduced. And normally, he didn’t need any Blackroot to speed up the process. The blood rushed in his ears, and he willed himself to stay calm. ‘You have no need to be embarrassed. Would you like to?’

Morgana bit her lip again. Yes, she wanted this magnificent wizard to take her as his own. But she was nervous. Something just didn’t seem right, no matter how delectable his kisses and how sweet his words. Was it just her fear of being touched by a man? Or was there something else?

Lucius brushed her lips with his fingers to make her stop chewing on them before she drew blood. ‘I know, I know, sweet thing,’ he whispered. ‘I know you are scared, and I will not make you do anything you do not want to. And I for one do not want you ravaged on a couch like some uncouth tart! Come, let us go to my chamber. We have all afternoon to be in each other's arms.’

And with that, he gently lifted her up and carried her to his chamber.

Snape once more sneaked in behind them, unnoticed. He was fuming with rage. Morgana’s confession had felt like a Bludger to the gut. And he had seen the triumph in Lucius’ eyes. That bastard would certainly enjoy deflowering the girl, and it would mean absolutely nothing to him. She would be just another trophy, another notch on Malfoy’s bedpost.

Lucius’ chamber was a beautiful, very opulent and very pure looking white suite, complete with massive four poster bed, framed with organza curtains. The room was huge and adorned with a white sheepskin rug, white candles, white roses, and, Snape noticed with a shudder, lilies.

‘The petals of the rose remind me of the blush of your skin, and the lilies remind me of your youth and innocence,’ Lucius told Morgana with twinkling eyes.

Morgana kissed him for his sweet words, and he kissed her back deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth before setting her feet on the floor.

Once more her hands roamed his taut body, and this time she dared to squeeze his delicious butt. She did not notice her bracelet catch on his waistcoat, nor the gentle thud as it landed on thick shag pile carpet and rolled underneath the bed.

Slowly Lucius tugged the open laces of her dress down over her shoulders as they kissed. And Morgana shrugged and the dress fell to the floor, leaving her in just her underwear. She blushed slightly, feeling exposed.

Both Lucius and Snape let their eyes wander over her body: the soft white skin, the curve of her hips, her breasts. And while Lucius smiled appreciatively, Snape scowled and mentally slapped himself. He was there to protect the girl. He had no business looking her body. But still, he was unable to take his eyes of her. Nor could he keep his cock from hardening.

Lucius took one hand and slowly ran it from Morgana’s neck and all the way down her body. ‘Beautiful Morgana,’ he whispered. His task would indeed be a delightful one.

Morgana shuddered with pleasure at his touch. ‘Lucius, I am not sure how much longer my legs will support me.’

‘Of course, my love,’ he replied with a smile, and then swiftly and effortlessly lifted her onto the bed, laying her down gently.

Morgana sighed with happiness and closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling the flowery scent of the room. This is what it was supposed to be like! Never mind the spotty, ogling boys with their clumsy, fumbling hands. This was real romance, with an experienced, skilful, powerful wizard.

‘Kiss me, Lucius,’ she breathed. And he did. With grace and agility, he covered her, leaning down to place delicate kisses on her hungry pink mouth. He nudged between her legs, kissing her yet more passionately, grinding himself against her.

She moaned lightly. ‘Oh, Lucius, I need you to touch me. I need to feel your hands on my body.’

There was urgency in her eyes, a look which made Lucius feel triumphant. Yes, she was ready. It couldn’t take much longer for her to give herself to him. And he would take her, make her his and plant his seed into her womb.

‘Oh, Morgana, I want you so much,’ he muttered in response, unfastening her bra with a skilful hand. With a fluid movement he pulled it from her body, revealing her pert breasts. He lowered his face, breathing on the soft, pale flesh.

Snape couldn’t see the girl’s body as Lucius was obscuring the view, but he heard her laboured breathing, her delicate little moans. And he shifted from one leg to the other, tightening his grip around his wand, willing himself to think of something else that the delicious sounds that were escaping the girl’s lips and the growing bulge in his trousers.

Morgana gasped as Lucius grazed his lips against one of her succulent orbs before flicking his tongue out and sucking it carefully. She exhaled sharply, grabbing his hair and pushing her chest up against his mouth. And Lucius suckled greedily at the awakened bud before doing the same to the other nipple.

‘Oh, goddess!’

Lucius smirked at the girl’s reaction whilst rubbing the palms of his hands flat over both nipples in circles, then pinching at them with his fingers, grinding his groin against her the whole time.

In response, Morgana bucked her hips against him, aroused and alarmed simultaneously. As much as she was yearning for Lucius’ touch, she hated not being in control. And he certainly had rendered her defenceless.

‘I want you, Morgana,’ he breathed, his bulge pushing urgently between her legs.

‘Lucius, I'm scared!’ She felt ashamed to admit it, but she was. What if it hurt? What if she was a disappointment? And besides, she had a nagging doubt at the back of her mind that this whole scenario was just not right somehow, that she should not be at the Manor at all and definitely not naked in Lucius Malfoy’s bed.

Lucius fixed her with a soft gaze. ‘There's no need to be scared, my love. All you have to do is lie back and close your eyes, my sweet, and I’ll show you that you don’t have to be scared.’

As Morgana dutifully obeyed and her eyelids fluttered shut, and the blond wizard kissed his way down her body, over her belly, until he reached the top of her knickers. Carefully, he hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling her knickers slowly down, kissing ever lower as he did so. He slid them from her legs with ease and flung them to one side. They hit the Disillusioned Snape on the head, who inwardly cursed. Lucius changing his position had given him the full view of the girl’s body. He saw her flushed skin, her erect nipples, her pink, glistening sex. And as much as Snape tried, he could not look away.

Lucius gazed at Morgana’s exposed core with a lazy smirk and parted her lips with careful fingers, before taking a big, slow lap with the flat of his tongue. ‘Oh, I knew you would taste so sweet, my angel,’ he moaned in delight.

Morgana’s nerve endings were on fire. Never before had she been touched so exquisitely. ‘Oh, goddess, Lucius!’ she exclaimed, bucking up against him while her fingers clawed at the smooth satin sheets beneath her.

Relentlessly, Lucius lapped and twirled, flicking, sucking and rotating his devilish tongue as Morgana started rocking up against him. His tongue began dancing against her clit, driving her further into frenzy.

‘Lucius, don't stop. Please, don't stop.’

Every fibre of Morgana’s being was focused on the small nub of pleasure between her legs, which Lucius was now suckling gently. She whimpered helplessly as he pushed a finger inside her as he suckled, and he felt her muscles tighten around his finger. Gently, he eased it in and out, flicking his tongue rapidly from side to side, the differing techniques pushing Morgana towards the edge.

‘Lucius, yes, oh, goddess, yes!’ she shrieked, her heart beginning to race furiously, and her face flushing from the exertion. This was heaven, pure bliss.

How or when Lucius freed himself, she did not know, but he was now rubbing her clit with the head of his cock. And that, too, felt amazing!

‘Tell me you want me, Morgana,’ he rasped, his breathing laboured.

‘Yes, Lucius,’ she whimpered, her voice filled with desperate need. ‘I need you. I want you!’ She did, she truly did.

But as the blond wizard positioned his cock at the very edge of her entrance, her whole body suddenly went rigid, and her eyes widened in fear. It was as if someone had thrown a bucket of icy water at her. She was suddenly alert and felt the adrenaline pumping through her body. This was wrong! This couldn’t be happening! It mustn’t! She was not going to give herself to Lucius Malfoy!

‘NO!’ she yelled.

Lucius did not have time to move before a deep, familiar baritone cried ‘STUPEFY!’, and he crumpled into a heap on top of a startled and confused Morgana.

Out of the shadows stepped the fierce-looking figure of Severus Snape, who simultaneously dragged the Stunned Malfoy from the girl and – without looking at her – threw her his cloak.

‘Cover yourself!’ he barked, as Morgana hurriedly grabbed the cloak, watching as Snape rolled Malfoy over and Obliviated him. She huddled underneath the cloak, too shocked and confused to even speak.

Finally, Snape turned to her.

‘Miss Belakane, you have been in great danger these past few days. Lucius Malfoy has been possessing you.’

‘He has what?’

‘He has taken control of your emotions, making you fear me, and desire him.’

Snape bent down and picked up the bracelet with a sneer. ‘These trinkets he has been plying you with ... it is my theory that they have been smeared with Blackroot, and that he is using it in order to control you and draw you to him.’

Morgana felt herself shaking at such a revelation. ‘But, sir, doesn’t possession require eye contact? And the use of Blackroot ...’

Snape whirled around impatiently. ‘There is no time to explain now. We have to get out of here immediately. I will wait outside whilst you get changed.’ And with that, he strode out on to the landing, simultaneously aroused and angry. His erection was pushing uncomfortably at the buttons of his robes as he tried to stop thinking of Morgana’s little pink slit, the way her body was spread before him, and the way Malfoy drew such exquisite noises of pleasure from her. Damn the man, Snape thought. And damn Dumbledore for ever putting him in this position!

The past few weeks had been filled so much sexual tension, so much stimulation, yet Snape had had no chance of relief. He was only a man, after all, and hence not impervious to such proclivities, regardless of how improper the scenarios. And surely this was the most improper scenario of all, trying to stop a megalomaniac Death Eater from impregnating one of his students whilst being forced to watch the whole thing! But still ...

The sound of the door scraping open interrupted Snape from his thoughts, and seeing the girl was now changed and draped in his travelling cloak, he spun on his heels and began tearing down the stairs.

‘Sir?’ asked Morgana, trotting to keep up with him.

‘Yes,’ he replied through gritted teeth, not looking at her.

She took a deep breath. The few minutes it had taken her to get dressed had been enough to make thousands of questions pop up in her mind. And she knew that the one she was about to ask was not the most pressing. But still, she wanted to know. ‘Were you here the whole time?’

‘That is neither here nor there,’ Snape snapped. ‘Now hurry up, we need to leave.’

‘Yes sir,’ Morgana mumbled quietly and followed the dark wizard as he stormed through the hallway and into the grounds of Malfoy Manor. Her head was buzzing. None of this made any sense! Why would Malfoy want to possess her? Why was he seducing her, if not for love? And had Snape arrived in the nick of time, or had he been there all the time, watching Lucius making love to her naked body? The thought made her blush, and she felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Severus Snape ... the man she had been lusting for since her sixth year ...

Snape halted behind a huge rhododendron bush and turned to Morgana. ‘Can you Apparate, Miss Belakane?’ he asked curtly.

‘Wouldn't be surprised if I Splinched myself at the moment, sir,’ she replied, looking at her shoes.

Snape breathed sharply through his nose. The last thing he needed was physical contact with the girl, but Side-Along Apparition was the only way to get out of here. He steadied himself and held his arms up at the sides. ‘Very well,’ he growled. ‘Hold on tight.’

Morgana’s eyes met his fleetingly, before stepping gingerly towards him and wrapping her arms around him. If anyone had told her some hours ago that she would be standing in the garden of Malfoy Manor, holding onto Severus Snape, she would have asked which one of them was possessed. But there she was, taking in all the sensations her brain could cope with at the moment.

The first thing she noticed was his scent: it was less perfumed and muskier than Lucius’ had been, but it was still unmistakably masculine and delicious. The second was his height: he was at least three or four inches taller than Lucius, and it made her feel small and feminine in comparison. And the third was the heavy-looking bulge that Snape was trying, unsuccessfully, to shield from her.

‘Sir?’ Morgana gasped, the sight of his arousal fuelling her own unsatisfied desires.

‘Yes, Miss Belakane?’ Snape ground out through a sneer.

‘You are ... aroused, sir.’ She gazed up at him, her eyes heavy with need. She was still very much aroused herself, having been brought so close the edge by Lucius, only to be stopped at the very last second. And being in such proximity to Snape just made it even worse. The fact that he was aroused from what he had just witnessed gave her the encouragement to approach him.

‘Thank you for your swift and astute appraisal of the situation, Miss Belakane,’ he hissed, drawing his robes around him sharply. Of course, he was aroused. And how could he – even for a second – have believed that she would not notice.

‘So you have been watching,’ Morgana stated in a tone that was so matter-of-fact that it surprised Snape and enraged him at the same time.

‘I am not a voyeur through choice, Miss Belakane,’ he replied coldly, glaring down his nose at her.

‘No, you did that to protect me.’

‘Someone had to.’ He looked at her with fathomless black eyes. At least this time, he had saved her from harm.

Morgana’s blue eyes locked onto his dark ones and he heard her whisper a thank you.

What happened next took them both completely by surprise. Before she knew what she was doing, Morgana had boldly grabbed the front of Snape’s robes and pressed her lips onto his.

Snape tensed at first, unused as he was to intimate contact with a female, especially when the contact was initiated by the female. His rational mind screamed to push the girl away, but his body yearned to be touched and yearned for release. Within moments he relaxed and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her to him as they kissed in the sunshine.

Morgana couldn’t help but sneak a hand down to his bulge as they kissed, cupping him gently. And Snape pushed his hips forwards with a growl as her tongue darted over his lips and her fingers carefully tightened around his thick cock. He pulled her ever closer so she was crushed against him, his kisses becoming feverish. Morgana could not help but moan, and her hands started tearing frantically at his robes. She needed to see him, and she needed the sweet release that Lucius had promised her just minutes earlier.

It was Morgana fiddling with his buttons that brought Snape firmly back to earth with a bump. He pulled away sharply, looking at her with shock and horror written all over his face, his breathing laboured. This was the second time he had nearly taken a student, the second time he had nearly lost control.

‘Professor ... I'm sorry ...’ Morgana began, not knowing what to say. Oh, what had she done?

‘Miss Belakane ... it has been a heated afternoon,’ Snape stated, taking a step away from her. ‘It is I that should be apologising to you. I am your teacher, your protector. This was highly impropriate, and you must forget this incident. Now, we must get out of here immediately.’

Morgana looked at him open mouthed. They had just shared an intense, erotic embrace and he wanted her to forget it ever happened, just like that? Was the man deranged?

‘We cannot pretend that this has not happened,’ she protested, her desire still burning strongly.

Snape walked behind her scowling, clamping the top of her arms tightly in his big hands.

‘We can, we must and we will,’ he sneered. And with that, they both turned on the spot, Apparating directly to the outskirts of the Hogwarts grounds.

Morgana almost lost her balance as they landed, stumbling against him. He pushed her forwards, releasing her as if burned. He could not touch her, must not touch her, because he could not trust himself to. He took broad strides across the grounds, Morgana jogging to keep up.

‘I’m sorry, sir,’ she mumbled forlornly. She truly was. She should not have kissed him.

‘Stop apologising!’ Snape growled through gritted teeth, the wind whipping his raven hair across his face.

‘Yes, sir.’ Morgana cast down her gaze and followed him through the old oak doors and into the cool shade of the corridors that led to the dungeons. She knew that what had happened between them was wrong, but her mind struggle to understand why Snape was being as cold as Siberia. It was obvious he had enjoyed their embrace, so why the hell was he being so caustic?

She watched him as he raced down the stairs into the dungeons and swept off to his quarters. She desperately wanted to follow him, wanted him to look at her, just to give her one small sign that he wanted her, too. And if he did, she would have followed him faster than Kneazle out of hell.

To her disappointment, Snape slammed the door to his quarters shut, and left her gaping in the corridor, her heart heavy and her whole body screaming for his embrace.