Severus Snape Meets His Match

Author’s Note

Do you guys get the impression that Severus is beginning to learn something about his place in the world?

Now, I’m going to try my hand at a lemony chapter. If any of you don’t know what Satyrs are, they’re mythological goat-legged men who serve the forest God Pan and enjoy music and sexuality.

I hope you all enjoy, and please keep the reviews coming. It helps to know that I’m writing something that you guys think is worth reading.

Amelia

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“I heard that you fought over twenty Death Eater in that raid.” Torin said, flashing her a grin, “Just wait until my brother hears about it! He’ll be beside himself!”

“I had a LOT of help, Torin.” She replied, giving the dark haired Satyr a modest smile as she walked up the hill beside him.

She had wanted to bring Harry, Hermione and Ron along, but she’d found out that Torin’s group of Satyrs performed the harvest fertility rite in the more traditional fashion, which was definitely not for younger folk to see. Satyrs were well known for their love of sensual pleasures, and it wasn’t all about sex. They loved drinking, dancing and flute playing as well. She’d always loved hearing the haunting melodies the Satyrs back home would play. She could sit for hours and meditate while listening to it. It was beautiful, melodic, and almost spiritual in nature. Contrary to popular folk tales, Satyrs were not lecherous creatures who preyed on unsuspecting women. They saw sex as a holy union, and idealized women. She’d spent a lot of time around them back in America, and they were by far the gentlest creatures she’d ever encountered.

At the top of the hill she could see the campfire, and behind it a long banquet table. Most of the Satyrs were seated around the table, and already beginning to enjoy mead and conversation. She was surprised to see Severus standing at one end of the table, pouring mead into mugs made of pottery from a large cauldron perched on the table in front of him. When they arrived at the table, Randi turned to Torin and spoke a couple of lines in his native Satyrian language.

The faun laughed heartily and looked at Severus. “I see you’re already well acquainted with our Princess Aranda, Severus.”

He looked at Randi and smirked. “So now you’re a Princess as well as vengeance?”

“How many times do I have to say ‘Fuck you’, Severus?” she responded coldly.

He handed her a mug of mead then leaned in close to her, “Until you have the courage to follow through with such a threat, Princess.”

She scowled and replied, “If you must know, it’s a nickname his brother gave me when we were children. We would pretend that we were in Camelot. He would be a knight and I would be the princess who needed rescuing.”

Severus raised his eyebrows and smartly replied, “Really? Does he know you turned out to be a hellcat?”

She leaned over until she was close to his lips and softly said, “Fuck you, Severus.” then turned on her heels and marched to the other end of the table.

“What was she saying to you, Torin?” he asked the young Satyr, “I don’t speak your language, but I’m certain it had something to do with me.”

The Satyr chuckled then replied, “She asked what such a stodgy, stuck up bastard was doing at a fertility celebration. She also said that you probably wouldn’t know how to pleasure a woman if your life depended on it.”

He cast a mischievous smile in her direction and replied, “Oh really? Well I supposed I’d better fix the situation before my reputation among your women gets tarnished.”

“What are you planning on doing to that poor girl, Severus?” Torin asked, his voice heavy with mock sympathy.

Severus took a drink from his own mug of mead and casually answered, “Nothing she won’t enjoy. I promise you that.”

The faun laughed heartily and patted the wizard on the back. “I’ll see you later. Thanks again for the mead and the potion.”

“It was my pleasure.” He replied respectfully then began to fill more mugs for some Satyrs that were coming from the campfire towards the table.

When everyone was seated, Torin raised his glass and held it high. “Ladies and gentlemen, and you too, Severus, though I’d hardly call you a gentleman, we have the great honor of not only celebrating a very good harvest this year, but celebrating it in the company of two heroes as well. My dear brother across the pond asked me to look after Randi here, because somehow he just knew she was going to get into trouble when she arrived.” This brought chuckles from most of the men at the table. Torin smiled at Randi then continued, “As you all have heard by now, Lord Voldermort is no more. Randi and our dear friend Severus helped make that dream a reality. I hereby formally declare that this festival is held in their honor. Long life and many children to the both of them.”

The Satyrs toasted the two of them then the women began to bring dishes of baked eggs with cheese, crusty bread and steamed vegetables to the table (being the gentle creatures that they were, Satyrs were strict vegetarians). A wonderful smelling barley soup was also served in bowls made of brightly painted pottery. As they ate, the men in the group asked Severus and Randi about Voldemort’s fall, and the women joined them, equally as curious to hear the tale. Randi really wasn’t interested in rehashing the sorted affair, but she indulged them anyway. After dinner, Randi helped the women clear the table while Severus trotted off with Torin to help with the campfire.

When everyone was read, they made a large circle around the campfire, leaving plenty of room for people to dance around it. The drums began to beat out a gentle rhythm, and a melodic tune began to come from the flutes that were being played.

Torin bowed to Randi and extended his hand, “May I have the honor of the first dance, my lady?”

Randi smiled and took his hand, “Of course you may.”

Severus stood back and watched as the Witch danced with the Satyr. It was obvious that she’d spent a great deal of time around them in America. Their language was not an easy one to learn, and neither were their dances. The movements were complex, and very sensual in nature, almost like foreplay with your clothes on. Severus knew the dances well, but he preferred to only participate in the last dance of the festival. The fertility dance was an incredible thing to see, and even more incredible to participate in. Just before it began, the women were given a lust potion so that their sensual nature was heightened. He’d never bedded a female Satyr – they mated only with their own kind – but he definitely enjoyed dancing with them. They had given him quite a few ideas on how to drive women crazy in the bedroom, and he used every one of those ideas as often as he could.

When the first song ended, Torin led Randi over to Severus. As the evening wore on, she danced with other Satyrs who were present and endured yet more questions from the curious. Finally, it was time for the fertility dance, aptly named The Dance Of A Thousand Caresses. Although the dance included no sexual acts, it was highly suggestive in nature and involved a lot of touching. The harvest festival was the start of mating season for the Satyrs. This was their way of assuring that children would come in the Spring.

A young, female Satyr came to Randi and handed her a small vial. “For your enjoyment. Long life and many children to you.”

She gave another vial to Severus then said the same thing to him.

Randi eyed the potion suspiciously as she looked at Severus. “You brew this yourself?”

He opened his vial and quickly downed the liquid, “What’s the matter, Princess. Are you afraid of a little dance?”

She frowned and replied, “I’m not afraid of the dance. I’m afraid of what you’ll do to me after the dance.”

He smiled slyly and said, “Bottoms up, dear. You don’t want to insult our host.”

She scowled at him then opened the vial of potion and drank it. She then muttered an incantation and was suddenly naked from the waist up. A simple, linen skirt was wrapped around her hips and extended to her knees. Hanging around her neck was a necklace made of fresh red and green flowers. She glanced at Severus to see that he was now wearing nothing but a white loincloth.

He took her hand and said, “Shall we dance?”

She hesitated for a moment, then gave in and allowed him to lead her to an open space around the fire. He stood behind her and placed his hands lightly on her hips. She took a deep breath then lifted her hands towards the moon. She’d never performed the dance topless before. It felt a bit awkward standing there naked in front of a wizard she knew she couldn’t trust. The lust potion was very potent. Being the ruthless man that he was, there was no doubt that he would take her to his bed after the dance was over. It wasn’t the idea of sleeping with him that bothered her. He was quite handsome, and surely quite a skilled lover. Her problem with him was his lack of ethics. He was too ruthless in her opinion.

Severus stood in place waiting for the music to start. He hadn’t expected to see her there, but he wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity like this. Muggleborn or not, she was beautiful as well as intelligent and powerful. Tonight he would find out if she were indeed as good a lover as she was an Auror.

When the music began, Randi slowly brought her hands down, then back up again, over and over. This was to bring down the blessing of the moon to earth. She then leaned her head back and began to slowly sway back and forth as the potion started to take effect. He brought his hands up, caressing her side as he went along, and then slid them over her shoulders, grazing them lightly. She shivered at his touch and closed her eyes as they swayed in sync with the haunting melody and the soft drumbeats. He held her against him tightly, and she rested her head against his chest.

He bent down and grazed her ear lightly with his lips, “Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?”

She turned to look into his dark eyes and smiled gently, “Yes, I am. You?”

He gave a nod and replied, “Most definitely.”

She turned around and began to dance in a small circle around him, waving her hand back and forth symbolizing the transference of the moon’s blessing to him. She then faced him and lifted her right leg up onto his shoulder. He brought his hands down and gently began caressing her leg from top to bottom, and back up again. She closed her eyes, amazed at how soft his touch was.

He grinned and whispered in her ear, “Oh, you like that, do you?”

He caressed her leg again, causing a soft moan to escape from her lips.

“My, my, my, you ARE a sensual little thing, aren’t you?” he rasped against her ear then moved his lips down to her neck, kissing the skin lightly.

The lust potion was in full effect now. Both of their hearts were beating rapidly, and their breaths became ragged. The beat of the drums began to build; they moved faster to match it. Randi performed the motions of thanksgiving towards the moon, as Severus caressed her breast gently.

“I want you, Severus.” She said softly.

Once again, he whispered in her ear, “Then you shall have me, my dear.”

The drums beat faster and faster. Randi began moving around Severus, caressing him everywhere. He closed his eyes and reveled in the feel of her soft hands against his body. When she was finished, he did the same to her. When the drumbeats stopped, he gently tilted her head back towards him and kissed her passionately.

Everyone stopped moving. Randi and Severus stayed in place for a minute and caught their breath. Torin approached them, with a beautiful female Satyr on each arm. “Thank you both very much for coming to our celebration - long life and many children to you both.”

“Thank you for having us, Torin.” Severus replied then smiled at Randi, “We’ll be going now.”

The Satyr grinned and said, “Take care, my friends.”

Severus took her into his arms and apparated with her to his bedchamber. Randi moaned as he kissed her hungrily and pressed his body against hers. “Oh Gods!” she sighed when their lips finally parted. Quickly they removed what little clothing they had on and walked over to the bed. Randi lie down on the soft satin and smiled at him as he brought himself down on top of her. She spread her legs as their lips met again, and moaned again as she felt him enter her. Their bodies began to move slowly together. Their eyes closed, and both of them moaned softly.

“Damnit, Witch, you’re incredible!” he gasped and began to thrust more forcefully.”

“Oh, yes, Severus. Mmm…” she cooed as she wrapped her arms around him.

His name sounded heavenly coming from her lips. She was so soft, so perfect, and so good. Their tryst lasted for over an hour. Severus reveled in her cries of pleasure as she writhed in ecstasy beneath him. Finally, he felt her fingernails dig into his back. She arched her back and called out his name as she climaxed. His release followed just after, then the two of them lie still on the bed, looking into each other’s eyes. He kissed her softly and smiled before falling off of her onto his side. He gathered her into his arms and molded her body around his. Soon they were fast asleep.