The Last Potion

Into the Snake Pit


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Into
the Snake Pit

 

Professor Snape had wordlessly led me into his
chambers. He casually discarded his cloak and walked behind me to a large,
black leather couch that neighboured an empty fireplace. After sitting me down
next to him, Snape curled his hand around my chin and tilted my head to look
him right in the eye.

Those dark pools of his bore into me
inquisitively. I stared right back at him wondering if he was waiting for me to
do something, or if he just wanted me to surrender to his authority and let him
have his way with me.

His face drew nearer to mine. I closed my
eyes expecting that he’d changed his mind and would kiss me again. I parted my
mouth, inviting him to a taste of my kiss. I heard myself sigh out of
disappointment when I felt his lips touch my throat instead. His tongue darted
out of his mouth and coated me with his own moisture before suckling my skin
into his mouth. Snape’s teeth grazed against me as he let go and then sought
after a fresh patch of flesh to taste.

My hands impulsively coiled around each side
of his head and pulled him closer to me. He felt hot, and not because he was
clad in numerous layers of black robes, but because his body was ready for me.
I could feel his skin burning against my bare hands.

A moment later his hands were beneath my
shirt, rising to touch me. Then, before I had time to breathe, he pulled my
shirt right over my head and threw it carelessly to the floor. My heart skipped
a beat when his strong hands enclosed around my breasts lif lifted me up to
reach his lips.

“Oh Merlin,” I cried the moment his tongue
touched my breast. I felt even lighter than air and thought for sure that I’d
have collapsed to the floor if Snape hadn’t been holding on to me so tightly.
His hands were wrapped around my waist, pulling me on top of him so that my
legs were now straddling him. His hands began grazing up along my legs heading
right for where I wanted to feel him touch me most.

I hesitated for a moment when his fingers
neared my groin. Every muscle in my body grew tense and I could feel my brow
beginning to sweat despite the chill of the dungeons. I hadn’t realized I’d
been squeezing my eyes shut until the sound of Snape’s derisive chuckle forced
me to open them and look at him.

“You squirm like a virgin, Elizabeth,” he
said, mockingly. “But I happen to know otherwise. I will surely not be the
first to do this to you, despite the fact that you may have wanted me to be the
first.”

My breath caught in my throat the moment his
fingers first touched me. Gracefully slipping beneath my thong, the tips of his
fingers began to rub tiny circles against the hot, moistened folds of my
intimacy.

“Is this how you wanted me to touch you,
Elizabeth?” he asked in a whisper. “Did you want me to do this to you?”
The next instant he had wrapped his mouth around my breast again and pinched my
nipple between his teeth.

I’m not quite sure what had erected the
tiny, little scream that had come out of my mouth, whether it had been the
surprise or the pain his bite had caused. “Yes,” I said immediately, afraid
that he’d let go if I didn’t answer him right away.

Snape closed his mouth around my breast and
drew more of me into his mouth, biting down with each new addition of areola
until he had every spot of pink in his mouth. His fingers continued to expertly
swirl around, flicking against the sensitive bud at the pinnacle of my vee,
leaving me dripping down his long fingers with excitement and wanting.

I could feel a strong tug against my nipple
as Snape drew his head back and released me, leaving my now dark red nipple
glossy, harder and more erect than I had ever seen before. Obviy imy impressed
with what he had done to me, I saw Snape cock an eyebrow as he gazed down at my
inflamed breast.

He brought both his hands up and then
lightly stroked up and down my arms. His caress was soothing, but at the same
time seemed almost too affectionate for the likes of Snape. After all, he
hadn’t led me to believe that I’d been brought here so that he could pamper me
into sweet lovemaking. He brought me here intending to make me surrender to his
needs so that he could bend me down and fuck me until his heart’s content.

After a few more soothing motions, Snape
dropped his hands down below my navel and began unfastening my belt and
slipping my zipper open. The butterflies in my stomach began storming around
inside of me until I swore I was going to pass out right on top of Snape. He
must have seen my hesitation straight away. As soon as my zipper was open he
began to chuckle again as he stood both of us up from the couch. He circled
around behind me and helped my skirt and thong fall to the floor in an untidy
heap.

I suddenly felt chilled. My arms wrapped
around the front of my body and my ragged breathes also seemed to amuse Snape.
“You do behave like a virgin,” Snape reminded me.

“Forgive me for underestimating your
boldness,” I whispered over my shoulder. “Only hours ago you were the last
person I expected I would be fucking this evening.”

“It isn’t my boldness you should have
underestimated,” he assured. “Rather what ten years can do to ripen a woman and
her body.”

As I stood completely naked in front of him,
I could feel Snape’s eyes hungrily devouring every inch of my bare flesh. He
stepped forward and his fully clothed body pressed against me. His hands reach
around to bring my arms down only to replace them with his own. While enclosing
his hands around each of my breasts, his head came down and began to nibble
along my neck and shoulders while tiny murmurs of pleasure escaped his lips.

There was a definite hardness protruding
into the small of my back and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I felt
that very erection making every effort to rip me apart from inside out.

“It
is a shame actually,” he continued. His hands began to trail along my sides,
then down over my buttocks and into the intimacy between my legs. “I would
enjoy this much more if you were ignorant of all that I am going to do to you,”
he said as he began to circle his fingers over my swollen labia. “Virgins are,
after all, delightfully fearful and remarkably – tight,” he finished just as a
pair of his long fingers thrust deep inside of me.

I couldn’t help but cry out in response to
his deep penetration. His fingers seemed cold in comparison to the liquid heat
flowing down my shuddering channel. I don’t know how he’d bableable to do it
with just one thrust, but the tiny circles he began rubbing into the walls of
my vagina with his fingers made me feel as if I were seconds away from bursting
into a full throttle orgasm.

Just when I thought I was coming, Snape
pulled his fingers out from inside of me and stepped away, leaving me
breathless and helplessly crying out in dissatisfaction.

“If you would like me to continue, you will
stop whining and do as you are told,” he said, his cold voice full of warning.
“Would you like me to continue, Elizabeth?”

I wondered why he’d resorted to calling me
by my first name all of a sudden, especially after years of never even having
the decency to call me Miss Chamberlain when I was his student. “Yes,
Professor,” I answered in time. “I want you to continue.”

“All right,” he said, although there wasn’t
a single trace of enthusiasm in his voice, but rather a hint of disappointment.
“If you could have it your way, Elizabeth, what would you have me do to you?”

“I beg your pardon?” I’d heard him
perfectly, but it seemed to me like he was looking for a particular answer.

“It was a simple enquiry, Elizabeth,” he
said irritably, reducing my belief that this was a trick question to nothing.
“Would you like me to fuck you right now?” he asked slowly.

Still feeling like my entire body would
burst into orgasms if he touched me again, I automatically began nodding my
head. “Yes,” I answered in a whisper.

“Very well.”

I could hear the floor thudding beneath me
as he stepped forward to touch me. His hands pushed me to the floor so that I
was kneeling on the soft area rug. Snape’s hands pushed against my shoulders,
forcing my hands down onto the rug as well to support my balance.

There was a rustle of clothing behind me and
then I heard the distinct ripple of a zipper unfastening, undoubtedly releasing
himself so that he could start pounding away at my insides.

“If I may inquire, Elizabeth,” he clasped
his hands over my thighs and he knelt down behind me, pulling me to his body so
that I could feel his rigid erection pressing hard against my back. “How many
have had their way with you before me?”

My stomach gave an involuntary shudder at
the sound of his question. A series of horrid flashbacks stirred though my mind
and instantly made me feel sick. Every muscle in my body grew tense and my arms
could barely support me any longer.

“Perhaps I should not have asked,” Snape
said after my moment of silence. “But do keep in mind that I do not intend to
make this anything more than what it is. This will be nothing more than a
one-time mnglengless, casual fuck. Do you understand?” he asked quite
seriously.

I nodded my head vigorously before I
answered him. “Yes, I understand.”

“Very well then,” he whispered in his dark,
silky voice. His hands moved down to my thighs and then rose to my swollen
labia to part my folds, preparing to enter.

“If you dare mutter any endearing,
affectionate terms during our joining, you will find yourself out in the
dungeons with your clothes at your heels in less time than it would take you to
summon your wand,” Snape warned just as he pressed the hot, wet tip of his
manhood against me.

I had completely forgotten about my wand. It
was still back with my bags, and quite honestly, I couldn’t quite remember
where I’d left them. Right now I was far too preoccupied by the swift thrust of
Professor Snape driving himself deep inside of me. Just as I let out a long
moan of satisfaction, Snape released a breath of air that ended in owl owl of
pleasure.

Slowly, Snape withdrew himself from me and
then abruptly pushed himself back in, simultaneously gasping ieasueasure again.
I could tell by the sound of his gratitude that he probably hadn’t had a woman
in a long time and would therefore enjoy fucking me far more than he’d ever
admit.

Snape shifted his weight so that my back was
supporting his entire upper body. I tried moving back and forth against him to
make each thrust deeper and harder. His hands squeezed tight around me as he
continued to plunge into me, faster and harder with every thrust until I could
no longer keep up to his pace and had to surrender to his haste.

He whispered soft sounds of delight as he
fucked me and I could feel the tip of his cock pounding so far inside of me I
almost cried out in pain. As much as it hurt to have him fucking me, I had also
never felt so wonderful in my entire life. He fucked me unlike any other man
had done before. He was so hot I felt like I was going to melt from the inside
out if he kept this up much longer.

I felt a sort of pressure at the end of my
valve I’d never felt before. Professor Snape exceeded each of my previous
partners both by technique and by length.

I tried my hardest not to violate his terms
by expressing any sort of affection by resorting only to punctuate his vast
thrusts with unstoppable cries of immense pleasure.

Just as my inner muscles surrounding his
extensive cock began to shudder and spasm in orgasm, I heard Snape’s volume
rise as he shoved himself further inside before concluding our coupling with
his own orgasm. Then, just when I thought he was going to come, I felt him pull
out so quickly that the inner walls of my swollen channel nearly went with him.

A moment later Snape rose to his feet and
clasped his left hand around my neck. He leaned over my body and before I could
move I felt a series of splattering hot, ejaculate spilling onto the small of
my back.

He maintained his iron grip around me for a
long time until he could catch his breath. I stopped trying to move until he
finally released me and moved away. Several feet away I could hear Snape
pulling himself together and then zipping his pants back up.

I wondered for a moment if he was going to come back
and clean the mess he’d left behind on my back (which was rapidly cooling and
irritating the skin beneath) but he had either forgotten or had no intention of
attending to the decency.

“Would you hand me a cloth,” I said
irritably after a moment.

Professor Snape brushed his finger under his
nose and looked curiously at me for a second before reaching into his pants and
pulling out a single handkerchief, which he tossed my way.

“When you are finished you may dress and
leave my quarters,” he said before my hand had even reached the tiny square
piece of cloth in front of me. “If I require your pleasantries again I will message
for you to return, otherwise you and I will meet only in the classroom to
complete my required concoctions each morning at nine o’clock. Is that clear?”

There was an evident indifference in his
voice that I hadn’t heard before, and until now I never suspected that our
coupling would in fact have been this casual and meaningless to him.

“Very well,” I managed to voice through the
lump in my throat. I tried to dress myself as quickly as possible before my
presence began to aggravate him. Once I was dressed I hustled over to the door
intending to let myself out as quietly as possible.

“Elizabeth,” I heard him call just as I’d
pulled the door open. I looked back at him, anxiously waiting to hear what else
he had to say to me.

He took a few steps closer to me and
inquisitively bore his eyes of deep, dark pools of ink into mine. “Was I
everything you ever dreamed of?”

I found it strange that Snape would care
whether or not he met my expectations. After all ble blew them just by speaking
my name. But, I figure, why not indulge in this opportunity while I have the
chance? A tiny smile crept onto my face and I let the door close in front of
me. “No, Sir, you were nothing like the man I dreamed of.”

He smiled, too, but I couldn’t tell if he
was amused or not.

“The man I dreamed of treated me like he
treated all of his possessions,” I continued. “He treated his belongings with
care, making constant sure that they were well kept and not taken for granted.
He also acquired his belongings with careful thought and care, and was
exceptionally partial to sharing.”

Snape’s eyes narrowed and I could almost see
the wheels turning in his head. His arms remained crossed over his chest and he
looked like he was chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“When I dreamed of you, I dreamed of kind
hands caressing my face, soft lips pressing kisses to my mouth and a warm bed
in which I willingly shared with you my body in its most intimate embrace… but
like you said, sir, I was a fool for ever believing you could be such a man. I
was a fool for believing there could be any such man, for I have never known
true love – only the savage, gluttonous, compulsive desire men have to use me
to temporarily satisfy their need.”

The creases in Snape’s forehead gradually
began to thin and his eyes became a bit more visible beyond his narrow eyelids.
His thumbs began to rub the sleeves of his jacket and his posture took on a
newly refined look.

“You asked me how many there had been re
re
you and I did not answer you,” I reminded. “Until the night I lost my baby
there had only been one, and youw alw all about him, but what you may not know
is what he did to me and to our child. To prove his loyalty and willingness to
make sacrifices, he brought me to He Who Must Not Be Named and I was left in
the hands of his follo to to be used by any means. I was beat and raped by
more men than I can count. For days I drifted in and out of consciousness,
usually wg upg up to find one of them hammering himself away inside of me. When
I could manage to think, all I could think about was the night I nearly died in
your arms. I wished then more than ever that I had. At least then my last
thoughts would have been of you.

“I kept hoping and praying that you’d turn
up in the night and save me again. Perhaps then you would show me that this
isn’t the way all men treat their women. You, who never once mishandled what
was yours, would be the one man I would love and never fear. I never once
thought that you would be anything like those men who showed me no mercy. Now
you have proven me wrong. I may have let you take me out of my own accord, but
youonstonstrated none of the tender nurturing I thought you capable of.”

“Enough, Elizabeth,” he whispered in a voice
that sounded more like a plea than a command. He turned his head away from me
and pulled his arms tighter across his chest.

“I’m sorry,” I quickly apizedized. “I
shouldn’t be talking about this with you. Who knows where I might find myself
if I continued to tell you what a gentleman I thought you could be. I remember,
there is no room in your heart for endearing terms of affection.”

“Nor is there room for pity,” he concluded.
“Don’t you think I already knew what happened to you?”

“Then why are you acting so surprised to
hear about it?” I challenged.

The look in his eyes grew mean again. Snape
scowled at me and stepped closer. “Perhaps because I experienced your ordeal
first hand and I do not care to be reminded of it.”

“First hand?” I repeated anxiously. “You
were there?”

His head nodded slowly. “I don’t expect you
would remember. That is why I asked you how many had preceded me. How much of
your torment can you remember?”

“Too much,” I answered hurriedly. “And I certainly
don’t remember you being a part of it!”

“Of course you don’t,” Snape said angrily.
“You were half dead when I found you and brought you to St. Mungo’s.”