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Adult ++
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30,876
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Chapter Thirteen
Erm, don't want to say too much... I'll make my comment at the end! SP
Lentesco – Chapter Thirteen (Unlucky for some!)
Another night, another visit from Harry. Severus was aware that his marking pile was steadily increasing, but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to care. Harry was utterly delightful: creative, passionate, willing, and it was such a nice change for the older man that he kept waiting for the spell to back fire.
“Evening,” Harry said as he came into the room, warding the door as usual. He looked flushed, and a little nervous.
“Erm, Severus… we’ve been doing this for a while now, haven’t we?”
Here it is, Severus thought, he’s had enough.
“Well,” Harry went on when the other stayed silent, “I was wondering if we could, erm, maybe, do something else.”
A quirked eyebrow. “Such as? Read poetry to one another?” Snape’s sarcasm was biting, yet didn’t quite disguise his hurt.
“God, no!” Harry laughed, “No, I, well, I want us to, you know.” He hurried on, “Only if – if you want to, of course.”
Severus considered, “The last time I had sex, Harry, I was fifteen. Of course I want to.”
“Oh. Thank god!” Then, mortified at what he’d said he went on, “Not, not that you haven’t, but that you want to.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “Fine, that’s settled,” he somehow avoided grinding his teeth, “Now, I suggest we retire to my bedroom, as that will be more conducive to what we have in mind.”
“God!” Harry grumbled, “Can’t you speak English? Would it kill you to say ‘Get your arse into my room now cos I want to fuck your brains out’?”
Severus sighed, “Get your arse into my room now because I want to fuck your brains out.”
Harry clutched his dick. “I think I could just come from hearing you say more things like that!” and he followed Snape’s pointing finger, and went into the bedroom.
It was twenty minutes later (and an enjoyable twenty minutes at that) that Snape said, “I’ve … that’s never happened to me before!” He looked horrified.
Harry, who had been on his hands and knees, his arse in the air, shifted. “Hey, it’s ok, probably stress.”
“Oh for Merlin’s sake, Potter!” Severus snapped, “I’ve been cursed. I don’t go soft. EVER. Except now.”
“So,” Harry spoke reasonably, “maybe the curse has been broken and your dick is soft just cos it wants a break.”
“There. is. no. cure.” Severus ground out, teeth actually grinding.
“You can’t know that.”
“Yes, I can, and I do.” He rolled off the bed and rummaged amongst the drawer in his bedside table. He pulled out a clearly very well read letter and shoved it roughly towards Harry.
Dear Severus,
In regards to that matter you wished me to investigate, I have undertaken a full exploration and have discerned the following points:
1 – That the curse in question is not to be found amongst any of the numerous books Hogwarts possesses.
2 – Further investigation has not revealed the name nor provenance of the curse, although its effects can be elucidated.”
Here Harry broke off with a groan, “Why can’t anyone speak normal English?”
“Just read it,” Severus snarled, pacing angrily, having pulled a robe on.
3 – The effects of the curse are rather interesting (from a purely theoretical point of view). They are three fold:
i – The penis remains erect except for the brief moments after climax.
ii – Regular relief is needed (not undertaken by the cursed man) to avoid rather painful consequences
iii – Upon reaching what can best be described as taking full enjoyment of the situation, the curse’s second stage will become known – in direct opposition to the previous stage, the cursed man will be utterly unable to become erect, regardless of the stimulation.
I wish I had better news for you,
Lucius Malfoy.
So many questions were running through Harry’s mind that he scarcely knew where to begin. “Why did you ask Malfoy to help you?”
“I didn’t. That letter is a cleverly disguised gloat. He cursed me when I … oh, Merlin, you may as well know, when I was unfaithful to him. That letter was his way of telling me what the effects of the curse were without giving away anything which could have been used to charge him with.”
Harry gaped. “You and Lucius? You let that blond git touch you?”
Severus shrugged. “Sadly I didn’t listen carefully enough when he told me he would decide when we were through.” He took a breath, “I have lived with this since I was fifteen. The boy I was with left Hogwarts and died in his home country. Since then I have had almost no sexual contact with anyone, save for my regular sessions to relieve me. Then you offered.”
He bit back the words on his lips: that he wished Harry had never bothered.
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And therein lies the reason why this stroy is called Lentesco! And I am sorry, cos I was going to at least let them have ONE time together, but Lucius was in charge of the curse, not me! SP
Lentesco – Chapter Thirteen (Unlucky for some!)
Another night, another visit from Harry. Severus was aware that his marking pile was steadily increasing, but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to care. Harry was utterly delightful: creative, passionate, willing, and it was such a nice change for the older man that he kept waiting for the spell to back fire.
“Evening,” Harry said as he came into the room, warding the door as usual. He looked flushed, and a little nervous.
“Erm, Severus… we’ve been doing this for a while now, haven’t we?”
Here it is, Severus thought, he’s had enough.
“Well,” Harry went on when the other stayed silent, “I was wondering if we could, erm, maybe, do something else.”
A quirked eyebrow. “Such as? Read poetry to one another?” Snape’s sarcasm was biting, yet didn’t quite disguise his hurt.
“God, no!” Harry laughed, “No, I, well, I want us to, you know.” He hurried on, “Only if – if you want to, of course.”
Severus considered, “The last time I had sex, Harry, I was fifteen. Of course I want to.”
“Oh. Thank god!” Then, mortified at what he’d said he went on, “Not, not that you haven’t, but that you want to.”
Snape rolled his eyes. “Fine, that’s settled,” he somehow avoided grinding his teeth, “Now, I suggest we retire to my bedroom, as that will be more conducive to what we have in mind.”
“God!” Harry grumbled, “Can’t you speak English? Would it kill you to say ‘Get your arse into my room now cos I want to fuck your brains out’?”
Severus sighed, “Get your arse into my room now because I want to fuck your brains out.”
Harry clutched his dick. “I think I could just come from hearing you say more things like that!” and he followed Snape’s pointing finger, and went into the bedroom.
It was twenty minutes later (and an enjoyable twenty minutes at that) that Snape said, “I’ve … that’s never happened to me before!” He looked horrified.
Harry, who had been on his hands and knees, his arse in the air, shifted. “Hey, it’s ok, probably stress.”
“Oh for Merlin’s sake, Potter!” Severus snapped, “I’ve been cursed. I don’t go soft. EVER. Except now.”
“So,” Harry spoke reasonably, “maybe the curse has been broken and your dick is soft just cos it wants a break.”
“There. is. no. cure.” Severus ground out, teeth actually grinding.
“You can’t know that.”
“Yes, I can, and I do.” He rolled off the bed and rummaged amongst the drawer in his bedside table. He pulled out a clearly very well read letter and shoved it roughly towards Harry.
Dear Severus,
In regards to that matter you wished me to investigate, I have undertaken a full exploration and have discerned the following points:
1 – That the curse in question is not to be found amongst any of the numerous books Hogwarts possesses.
2 – Further investigation has not revealed the name nor provenance of the curse, although its effects can be elucidated.”
Here Harry broke off with a groan, “Why can’t anyone speak normal English?”
“Just read it,” Severus snarled, pacing angrily, having pulled a robe on.
3 – The effects of the curse are rather interesting (from a purely theoretical point of view). They are three fold:
i – The penis remains erect except for the brief moments after climax.
ii – Regular relief is needed (not undertaken by the cursed man) to avoid rather painful consequences
iii – Upon reaching what can best be described as taking full enjoyment of the situation, the curse’s second stage will become known – in direct opposition to the previous stage, the cursed man will be utterly unable to become erect, regardless of the stimulation.
I wish I had better news for you,
Lucius Malfoy.
So many questions were running through Harry’s mind that he scarcely knew where to begin. “Why did you ask Malfoy to help you?”
“I didn’t. That letter is a cleverly disguised gloat. He cursed me when I … oh, Merlin, you may as well know, when I was unfaithful to him. That letter was his way of telling me what the effects of the curse were without giving away anything which could have been used to charge him with.”
Harry gaped. “You and Lucius? You let that blond git touch you?”
Severus shrugged. “Sadly I didn’t listen carefully enough when he told me he would decide when we were through.” He took a breath, “I have lived with this since I was fifteen. The boy I was with left Hogwarts and died in his home country. Since then I have had almost no sexual contact with anyone, save for my regular sessions to relieve me. Then you offered.”
He bit back the words on his lips: that he wished Harry had never bothered.
---
And therein lies the reason why this stroy is called Lentesco! And I am sorry, cos I was going to at least let them have ONE time together, but Lucius was in charge of the curse, not me! SP