Where the Heart Is

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Chapter Twelve: First Times


Severus had been avoiding Cassandra as much as he could the past week after the kiss. Of course, he couldn’t avoid her completely, since he still had to continue teaching her. As of now, they were eating dinner before they had to leave. There was going to be a raid tonight, and they had no choice but to go. He glanced at her, watching her lips. He wanted her, yet she was young. She didn’t need the likes of him. He was also old enough to be her father!

Cassandra noticed that he was looking at her again. She had not been able to get the kiss out of her mind. She had been kissed before, but nothing like that! She had tried to get him to kiss her again, but he had been avoiding her as much as he could. She was disappointed. Perhaps he just didn’t want her. She had no clue.

“We need to get ready to go,” he stated as he stood up.

She nodded and stood up as well. She then went upstairs to get the new outfit Voldemort wanted her to wear. She pulled out the box and put on the dress. With a sigh, she shook her head. She might as well not wear anything since this dress barely ced aed anything with its long slits up each leg and the abundant cleavage that was showing. She pulled her hair up in a clip and clasped her Death Eater robes on. She put on the gloves and shoes and then walked downstairs.

He was waiting for her and blatantly stared. “A gift from the Dark Lord?”

“Of course. I don’t think he grasps that this is not practical.” she stated as she readjusted her dress in an attempt to cover up more cleavage.

He smirked and the two of them apparated to the spot. They both knelt down before him. “You look beautiful, my dear.” He took her hand and helped her rise. “Let’s go. The first wave is already there,” he said to the Death Eaters that were there.

The group apparated. Most of the Muggles were either sedated or dead. Chaos reigned. She had her wand out, suddenly getting a vision of a gun and a flying bullet toward them. “Stupefy,” she called out as the Muggle was stunned and the gun fell away from his grasp.

“Well done, my dear,” Voldemort said as the raid continued. The rest of the Muggles were soon rounded up. “Enjoy the spoils,” he told his Death Eaters. She had inwardly cringed as she heard some of the women’s screams and knew that they were being raped and tortured.

Voldemort called her over. “This one is yours to take care of. Kill him.”

She blinked and froze. True, she had been learning the killing curse, but she couldn’t kill this man. “My Lord, I would rather not.” A few of the Death Eaters were watching them now.

“Are you loyal only to me?”

“Of course, my Lord.”

“Then, kill him,” he stated coldly in a ‘you are going to do this or else’ tone.
“Yes, my Lord,” she stated. Slowly, she turned towards the man and raised her wand. She could see the fear in his eyes. After swallowing hard, she began to imagine that he was the one who had killed her family. Her black eyes lost all their warmth. “Avada Kedavra,” she called out in a cold, almost evil voice, killing the man.

Voldemort smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. “I should have never doubted your loyalty. You and Severus are free to stay or leave.” She nodded and bowed to him. Severus had come over to her, and they apparated back to his home.

She just stood there, staring coldly and blankly ahead. Severus put his hands on her arms as he stood in front of her. “Cassandra?”

Slowly, she looked up at him as the coldness melted away as her eyes filled with tears. “What have I done? I’m a murderer. I’m a monster.” Her voice broke as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She fell into his awaiting embrace as her body was overcome with sobs.

He held onto her tightly. “You are not a monster. You had no choice.” he told her. He ran his hand over her back as he let her cry against him. “You had no choice,” he repeated as she was beginning to calm down after several minutes. He handed her a handkerchief. He knew that the first time was the hardest. Unfortunately, it was easier to kill after that.

She wiped the tears away and blew her nose. Slowly, she looked up at him. Her nose was slightly pink, and her eyes were puffy from crying. “I didn’t want to kill him.”

He nodded and gently stroked her still damp cheek. “I know you didn’t.” Even with her tear-stained face, he found her to be absolutely beautiful. He leaned down, only meaning to give her a soft kiss on the lips. He got hungrier for more as she reacted and kissed him back. He ravished her lips as their tongues dueled. He then broke the kiss, only to kiss down her jaw line and to her neck where he heard her moan.

“Make love to me,” she whispered pleadingly. “I need you.”

He promptly responded to her request as he captured her mouth again and swooped her up into hims tms to take her to his bedroom.

Without brng tng the kiss, she discarded her gloves. Her fingers fumbled with the clasp of his Death Eater robes, managing to get it undone as they fell somewhere on the stairs. She was not sure when hers had been taken off. She then began to undo his shirt buttons. He made her feel alive. He was easing the pain that was suffocating her. She wanted him. No, NEEDED him.

He placed her on the bed gently and mounted her as he broke the kiss again to kiss her neck and shoulders. He gazed at her well-endowed breasts and cleavage and licked and kissed the tops of them as his hands were behind her, so he could unzip her dress.

She managed to get his shirt open and ran her hands over his chest. He was nice and solid. His chest was defined and had sparse silky black hairs along it. She moaned again and arched toward him as he gave attention to her breasts.

He moved away from her suddenly and took off his shirt, smirking at how she had whimpered from the lost of his touch. Yes, she was his, he thought as his hands came to the hem of her dress. He gave a yank and pulled the dress away from her. His breath hitched at the goddess in front of him. He drank in the sight of her from her bare breasts, black lace panties, and black high heels. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed as he leaned down and teased one nipple with his tongue and the other with his fingers.

She moaned and arched again towards him. Her mind went blissfully blank as he pleasured her. He bit a little hard, and she winced and broke out of the blankness. She looked at him and smirked. Her hands snaked down his chest until she came to pants. She felt the heat coming from him and undid the button. He suddenly grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head as he smirked at her and captured her mouth again. While he was doing that, she managed to kick off her shoes and move her legs up to the top of his pants where she pulled them down along with his boxers. He chuckled at her boldness and began to kiss down her body, coming to her panties. He reached at the top of them and kissed down the mound of soft hair as he pulled her panties down. He took them all and cast them aside. He also pulled his pants and boxers off. His erection quite pronounce and standing out proudly. She looked at him and licked her lips slowly. “You’re so big,” she said softly in awe as she looked at him with lust as well as a touch of innocence. He grinned at her and kissed her. She could feel his erection against the inside of her thigh, and her hips bucked toward it in anticipation. One of his hands slithered down to her sex. He cupped her as he lightly touched the lips there and parted them with his fingers. She was already wet in her want for him. He then suddenly inserted a finger inside of those velvety walls. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, not expecting


He broke the kiss and looked at her. “You’re a virgin,” he stated, able to tell that she was.
She nodded. “Do you want me to continue?” She nodded enthusiastically and ground herself against his hand. He chuckled and held down her hips with his other hand. “Easy, my dear. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

He kissed her softly on the lips and then began to suck on her breasts as he brought her nipples to hardened points. His finger moved inside of her, finding the places where she was most sensitive. He then inserted another finger, stretching her gently to ready her for him. Her hands clutched at the sheets as he continued to pleasure her. Her breathing was rather ragged. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched his cock, which jumped in her hand. Her eyes seemed to dance at this as she ran her thumb over the top of it. He moaned at this, knowing that if she kept doing that he was in trouble. After he managed to get the third finger in there, he knew that she was ready for the most part. He suddenly removed his fingers and licked her off of them as she whimpered. “Mmm…” he said, finding her tasty. He could taste her more another time, he figured, since it had been a long time since he had his cock buried in a woman, and that took precedence.

He took her hands away from his erection and placed them in his and up above her head as he positioned himself at her opening. “This will hurt a bit, love.” he said as he entered her a little. H. He then looked into her eyes, seeing the passion in them. He kept the gaze as he slammed into her. She let out a scream, and a few tears slid from her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as he kissed the tears away. He was careful not to move although he had almost went over the edge just by feeling how tight and hot she was against his cock.

He continued to watch her, seeing the pain vanish and turn back to passion. Slowly, he began to thrust inside of her. Her hips met up with his rhythm. He desperately wanted to bring her pleasure, although he was having a hard time not to fuck her hard and be done with it. Neither one could keep up the painfully slow rhythm as they both wanted release. The thwacking sound rose as they both sped up, meeting thrust per thrust. She had grabbed onto the boarboard as she continued to meet him. He knew that she was coming soon. He could feel her quiver. He sped up to a frantic pace. Soon, she was calling out his name as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. “SEVERUS!” Hearing his name coming from the goddess underneath him was his undoing. He spilled his seed within her, feeling her inner walls suck him dry. He then gently collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. He wrapped his arms around her and turned over to his back, so she was now on top of him. He kissed her softly and smiled at her.

She looked at him and smiled as well. Nuzzling her head against his chest, she clung to him, not wanting to let him go. She was happy but exhausted. He was exactly what she needed. As her eyes closed, she remembered him calling her ‘love.’ She hoped she was, she thought as she fell asleep while on top of him.

He stroked her hair, noticing her breathing deepen. He wrapped his arms around her and gently hugged her. He was going to what he could to protect her. She was his now. He was never going to let her go.


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