#8 ~ A Rather Catty Situation

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Chapter 17 ~ To Nail or to Get Nailed, That is the Question

Odessa skipped lunch in the Great Hall, not wanting to see Severus and Hermione, or that bastard Marcus. She’d be seeing more than enough of the wizard tonight. She shuddered at the thought.

The house elves obligingly brought Odessa her lunch, their ears pressed tightly to their heads as they watched her consume the almost raw steak and bread they brought her. She asked them if they wanted to get something to eat and join her, but they declined.

“House elves do not eat with their masters,” the green elf piped.

“But I’m not your master,” Odessa said, taking a sip of the cold pumpkin juice that accompanied her meal. “I’m just a staff member.”

“We serves all of Hogwarts as if they is masters. That is our duty, Miss,” the elf replied, shuddering as the witch sopped up the remaining blood on her bread and popped it into her mouth.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind if you took a little break to eat,” she said. The little creatures were looking less hideous, now that she was getting used to them. They had beautiful eyes.

“We eats when we return to the kitchens, Miss,” said the brown elf, bobbing his head in deference as he spoke.

“Fine then,” Odessa said, handing her plate and glass to the closest elf, who popped out of the room, then returned in a few seconds without the items. They certainly were fast. Odessa studied the elf.

“I thought you couldn’t apparate at Hogwarts,” she said.

“Oh, we don’t apparate, Miss. House elves simply go. It is our magic, Miss,” the elf said, “we couldn’t work good if we couldn’t go.”

Odessa nodded. She stood up behind the desk and walked around it.

“Ok boys,” she said looking at the cringing elves, “back to work.”

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Severus, Hermione and Marcus all noticed that Odessa was not at lunch or dinner. All three knew she was hiding out, though for differing reasons. Albus sauntered over to where Severus and Hermione were seated, and greeted them.

“So, how is Miss Divine getting along? I trust the tour went well last night, Severus?” he asked.

“Yes, Headmaster,” Severus said shortly, not wanting to discuss the witch at all.

“I noticed she hasn’t been to lunch or dinner. Do you have any idea why?” he asked, looking at both of them intently.

Hermione scowled blackly. Severus noticed and moved in to cover his wife’s reaction.

“Quite possibly she is working in the lower levels, Headmaster. She expressed an interest in starting immediately. She was quite focused,” he said.

“Too fucking focused,” Hermione muttered under her breath.

Albus looked at her.

“Did you say something, Lady Snape?” he asked.

“I just said yes, she was very focused,” Hermione lied. Dumbledore looked at her a moment.

“Very well,” he said, looking very sober, “Do you mind checking in on her Severus?”

The Potions Master frowned, “I would rather not, Headmaster. I believe I have done my duty by Miss Divine.”

Albus frowned slightly, then turned to Hermione, “How about you, Lady Snape?”

Hermione opened her mouth to say something very nasty about Odessa, when Severus slipped back in.

“We’ll check in on her, Headmaster,” he said, looking sidelong at his wife, who had gone a lovely shade of red in rage. Albus seemed not to notice.

“Good,” he said, “You two are her neighbors, so it is imperative you help her to feel welcome during her first few days. I’ll bid you adieu for now. I’m going to have ‘Dancing Shrimp’ for supper. An excellent repast.”

Both Hermione and Severus said goodbye to the Headmaster. The moment he was gone, Hermione turned to Severus, her face contorted with righteous anger.

“How could you say we are going to check up on that…that man-hunting hellion?” she asked her husband, fuming.

“Well, you looked like you were going to say something we’d regret later. We don’t need to bring Albus into this. It is a personal matter we can handle. All you have to do is tap on her door and ask if she’s all right. If she answers, we know she is. Otherwise, Albus will be down in the dungeons all the while. You know how he gets,” Severus said.

Yes, Hermione did know how the Headmaster got. He was sweet, but he didn’t know when to leave once he stopped by. And he always seemed to come when they were about to get rather intimate. Sometimes Hermione wondered if he didn’t do it on purpose.

“Fine, I’ll check on her after supper,” she griped.

Hermione was as good as her word. As soon as they returned to the dungeons, Severus waited by the Potions office door as Hermione stalked down to Odessa’s rooms. She knocked loudly.

“Yes? Who is it?” Odessa called. She wasn’t just going to open the door.

“It’s Hermione. Are you alive in there?” she asked.

There was a short pause.

“You hear me don’t you?” Odessa replied snottily.

“Yes, I do. More’s the pity,” Hermione shot back and stalked back to Severus.

“She’s fine, damn it,” she said as he let her into the office, wisely holding back a chuckle as he closed the door behind them.

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At nine o’clock sharp Marcus stepped through the floo, into Odessa’s rooms. He was dressed in a white wife beater shirt and cotton drawstring pants, sans smiley face boxers this time. The room was rather dim, only one light on a stand burned. Marcus frowned. So little light. She probably set this up thinking he wouldn’t be able to see her well as he nailed her, not knowing Marcus could see in total darkness. Maybe it was because she didn’t want to see him. Well, he’d just be sure to do it to her near the lamp. He looked at the wall. It was bare. Perfect.

He had more time to consider how he’d fuck her. He thought he’d like to see her face, and watch her reaction to him. She was beautiful after all. He’d fuck her up against the wall face forward first, then maybe finish off from behind. It would be easier to make her come that way. He’d flee through the floo afterwards. She was sure to be pissed. He looked around. Odessa was nowhere to be seen.

“Odessa!” Marcus called, “Daddy’s here!”

Odessa was in her bedroom, steeling herself for this encounter. She heard the wizard calling her and her blood ran cold with rage. But she had to keep it together. She had to keep control. He called her again. Frowning, she stood up. She was naked under her robes, wanting to avoid having him remove her bra and panties. She was hoping he would settle for a quick, impersonal fuck…lift the robes, do his thing and leave. She didn’t know Marcus. She walked into the living room. Marcus stood near the lamp, looking at her with a grin as she approached.

“Right on time I see,” she said coldly as she stopped near the sofa.

“I’m punctual,” he said, pulling off his wife beater without hesitation, exposing his muscular torso and abs. His build impressed most women, but Odessa looked at him coolly.

“Come over to the couch,” she said.

Marcus shook his head.

“You’ve already laid down all your ground rules. Now it’s my turn. I won’t be able to see you good over there. I want to see you when I fuck you,” he said, telescoping his eyes, “and I want you to see me. We’re going to do it up against the wall. Come here.”

Odessa hesitated, and Marcus’ eyes went hard.

“Look baby, do you want the information or not? I can go,” he said, picking up his shirt.

Odessa sighed and walked over to him, looking up at him with disdain.

“I want the information,” she said.

Marcus pulled her to him roughly. “Yeah. I thought you did. And I want something too,” he growled. He started unbuttoning her robes.

“Wait, I thought I’d just lift…” Odessa began.

“No way. I want you naked. You have a beautiful body and I want to see all of it,” Marcus said huskily as he continued to open her robes.

Odessa closed her eyes, trying to think of something other than his hands pulling her robes apart fastener by fastener. She heard him draw a breath as he partially opened it. She had nothing on beneath.

“Shit,” Marcus said under his breath, looking at her breasts. He was rock hard, his cock straining against his pants. He hurriedly opened the rest of the fasteners and opened her robes fully. She had very large, firm breasts with dark brown nipples, hardened to tight peaks. Her waist was very small, and her hips flared deliciously. Her belly was flat and surprisingly muscular. Her black bush was neatly trimmed. Her skin was flawless. Marcus bit his lip as he slowly slid the robes off her shoulders, and down her arms, revealing her body fully. He let the robes drop to the floor.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered, drinking in her form.

Marcus walked around her, not touching her yet. She had a pretty ass too, round and full. Odessa stood with her eyes tightly closed, slightly trembling, waiting for him to touch her. Marcus stood back in front of her, looking at her expression.

“You look like you’re standing in front of a firing squad waiting for them to fire.” he said, “open your eyes, Odessa. I want to see them too.”

Odessa forced herself to open her eyes and looked at Marcus defiantly, not knowing she was turning him on with her reluctance.

He reached up and caressed her breasts. Yes they were firm, heavy and felt good in his hands. He began to massage them roughly, lifting, squeezing and running his palms over them. He slapped them lightly, and watched them jiggle. He met Odessa’s eyes as he fondled her. She looked as if she were looking through him.

“She’s trying to distance herself, stay cold,” he thought, “we’ll see how long she lasts.”

“Your tits feel good,” he said to her, “let’s see how they taste.”

He lowered his head to her breasts, and sucked one nipple hard as he massaged and tweaked the other. Odessa stared straight ahead as he laved one breast, then the other with his tongue, then bunched them together and pressed his face between them, twisting it back and forth against her soft flesh. Then he stopped and slid his hands around her waist, pulling her against him, gripping her by the ass and grinding himself against her through his pants. Her breath hitched, and he heard it.

“Don’t tell me the ice princess is starting to melt,” he murmured, licking her throat as if she were a lollipop.

“Just get on with it, Marcus,” she said through gritted teeth as he explored her with his hands. He ran his hands over her entire body, pinching and squeezing while sucking on her neck. He slipped his hand between her legs and found her almost dry. He stopped and moved back from her.

“I really don’t turn you on, do I?” he said, looking at her with a frown.

“You know who I want, Marcus. I’m not doing this because I want to. This is what you wanted, not what I wanted,” she said, “Let’s not pretend this is anything other than what it is, all right?”

“Fine,” Marcus said, as he reached in his pocket and drew out his wand.

“What are you doing?” Odessa asked as he pointed the wand at her pussy.

“I’m not getting cock-burn. If you can’t get wet, I’m going to help you,” he said. “Lubris!”

Odessa felt the sensation of liquid pouring out of her. Marcus fingered her roughly, and she gasped.

“Better,” he said, turning her around and pressing her back against the wall. He took off his pants. His cock sprung straight out, red and ready. Odessa didn’t look at him. Again, she had her eyes closed.

“Open your fucking eyes, Odessa!” Marcus said harshly.

Her green eyes flew open, looking at him with pure hatred now.

Marcus scowled, and closing his eyes, used his dragon gift and enlarged himself to a huge size. She wanted to be a cold bitch. Fine. He’d give her something to warm her up. He lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his arm, opening her to him. He shifted, and Odessa gasped as she felt the size of him pressing against her thigh. If he used that on her…

“Marcus, you’re too big,” she said trying to push him away. He pressed against her tightly.

“The information…” he breathed, rubbing against her, ready now, bending his knees so he could position his cock against her pussy.

“Damn you,” she hissed as he shoved himself inside her, making her gasp at his girth.

“Yeah,” he groaned as he slid into her tightness. She might have been dry, but she was hot as fire inside, and her soft walls gripped his shaft in a firm sheathe.

“You haven’t had many riders,” he hissed as he started to fuck her with deep, hard strokes that lifted her body up the wall. Gods, her pussy felt so good. Odessa tried not to respond, but he was so big and stroking so deep, he was hitting her sweet spot. She let out a whimper. Marcus could feel her body starting to thrust back.

“Yeah, baby, now you’re working it,” he groaned, pumping into her harder, “I’m starting to squish…that ain’t all spell, sugar.” Odessa could hear her wetness sloshing around his cock as he thrust in and out of her, increasing his speed and depth, pulling her to him, arching into her, grunting.

“Marcus, you bastard. Just come,” she groaned, feeling herself starting to let go. Marcus felt it too, and started slamming into her.

“Not until I’m done with this pussy,” he hissed, “You’re going to come for me, you frigid bitch.”

“No, Marcus, I can’t…” she panted, getting lost in the sensation. He was feeling good. Too good as he filled her completely, slamming against her cervix.

“You can and you will,” he snarled, banging into her with all his might. She began to emit little screams as he hit bottom, her hips rolling helplessly beneath his strokes. Marcus was gone now, fucking her so hard she was sliding up and down the wall. She was trying to tell him something, but he wasn’t hearing her, just feeling her, burying himself up to his balls inside her wetness, his thighs soaked by fluids that were strictly hers now. It had been too long for him. There was nothing he loved better than having a hot, wet pussy wrapped around his cock and it showed. He fucked her for a good long time, rolling inside her, angling his strokes…going for the gold as she gasped and moaned, her pleasure building despite her efforts to remain detached, to not respond to the grunting, groaning wizard possessing her body with all his might.

“Marcus!” Odessa screamed with an effort, “You’ve got to come and let me go!”

“Fuck that! Fuck that! I want it all!” he panted, his face buried against her throat as he pistoned into her, holding back his climax, his body glistening with sweat from his efforts

“Marcus, come! Please!” she cried out, her voice jerky as he bounced her body up and down furiously.

Shit. He felt his balls tightening on that last scream. She was egging him on to a climax with her begging. He held on to her, throwing himself into her as roughly as he could, trying to tear an orgasm from her hot body…he could feel she was close…if he could just…

He enlarged himself a little more, still inside her. She gasped as he whispered an obscenity, pulled back and slammed into her deeper and harder than she could have ever imagined. Odessa howled, tears of pain and pleasure springing to her eyes as she felt herself beginning to melt around him as he groaned, cursed and shot a hot, thick jagged stream of come inside her

“Marcus! I’ll kill you!” she screamed as she gushed around him.

Marcus pressed into her, a smile on his face, thinking her threat was in reference to him making her come against her will. He emptied himself completely inside her as she pulsed and shuddered tightly around him, feeling vindicated about taking all that shit off her. But something was wrong… his eyes began to telescope wildly. Her pussy was writhing over him, rippling, and she was moving oddly, her body feeling strange beneath his. He looked at her face, which seemed frozen in an expression of ecstasy. Her eyes, gods her eyes…they were glowing red as fire and rolling up into her head. For a moment, he couldn’t move

A searing pain ripped down Marcus’ back. He screamed and flung himself away from her. In a flash she was gone from the wall. So quickly he didn’t see where she went. He backed up, taking a defensive stance, trying to telescope his eyes through the burning pain. He could feel blood running down his back, a lot of blood from the feel of it. Then he heard it…a growl, low and menacing, close to the floor. He stepped toward the floo, and slipped in his own blood. He fell back and struggled to get up, clutching at the table the single lamp was on. His feet kept slipping. A savage snarl sounded somewhere to the right of him. Instinctively, he grasped the lamp, just as something leaped out of the dark and landed on him, tearing into his shoulders and chest. He never felt so much pain. He swung the lamp at whatever it was on him and felt it connect solidly several times. Then it was off him…though he could still hear the growling,

He used his blood to slide toward the floo on his back, holding up the lamp. He was getting weaker. He had to get out of here. His flailing hand connected with something thin and wooden. His wand! Still pushing toward the floo, he tapped the wand to his chest and felt some relief. He hated to do it, but he turned to his knees, putting his back to whatever was trying to kill him. He looked over his shoulder as he rose to a slow crouch, then spun, holding out his wand as he backed toward the floo. He was almost there when it charged again. He sent out a stunner as the thing crashed into him, pushing him through the floo.

He tumbled out in his room, and quickly warded his fireplace. A pair of slanted blood red eyes hit against the ward, then disappeared. Marcus fell back on the floor, his lungs burning, his chest heaving. Drawing on his Eradicator training, he lay there a while, conserving his strength, tapping his wand to his body, attempting to ease the pain and stop the bleeding. He lifted his head and looked at his chest. He had stopped most of the bleeding but it was badly torn, great raking gashes across it. He pulled himself to his feet, and slowly staggered over to his bed, falling on it, staining it with blood. He turned over painfully and reached for the healing draughts he had got from Pomfrey, which he left on the bedside table in anticipation of Odessa digging her nails into him. Thank the gods he acquired several flasks of it, the rest meant for use in class. He opened the first one and swallowed it down. It brought some relief. He went through all eight flasks. Exhausted and drugged, he passed out.

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Crouched at her fire, Cassandra was quietly crying as she fed sticks into the flames. It had taken all her strength not to interfere with the wicked path Marcus had chosen. She felt every pain he felt, connected as she was by his blood, the blood she received as payment for her aid to him in the astral world. She rocked gently back and forth as the tears fell from her eyes, dampening the earth before her. He was hurt, but he was alive. He would survive.

“Dragon man, there must be some cat blood somewhere in your line. You have too many lives,” she whispered, wiping her face with her hand.

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Odessa woke, lying on the couch. She was groggy and naked. The witch forced herself up to a sitting position and realized she was in complete darkness. The lamp was out and the flames in the floo had died. She rose and felt her way over to the wall where Marcus had taken her. Feeling around the floor with her foot, she felt her robe and picked it up. She fished in the pocket and pulled out her wand. Waving it, she illuminated her room. The first thing she saw was the blood on the floor. And the broken lamp by the floo. Then the blood on her hands.

“Shit. I told him. I warned him!” she hissed, “Men are such fucking fools!”

She saw the blood smeared up to the floo itself. Marcus must have gotten through. But in what condition? Was he even still alive? She relit the fire and reached into the box on the mantle and tossed a handful of floo powder into the flames. She knelt on the hearth and cupped her hand against her mouth.

“Marcus? Marcus!” she called. There was no answer. She pulled on her robe, and tried to step through to Marcus’ rooms. It was warded. He must be all right. She looked at the floor. He’d lost a lot of blood. She could make out footprints and large paw prints in the dried crimson smears and puddles. She pointed her wand at the spillage.

“Scourgify,” she said, and the blood was gone. She then repaired the lamp, and replaced it on the table, which she also scourgified of a bloody handprint. She cleaned the blood off the couch as well. She walked into her bedroom, then into the loo, where she ran a bath of hot, bubbly, rose-scented water. She slipped off her robes and slid into the tub. Sighing, her head fell back as she let the bath soothe her. She could still feel the stickiness of her and Marcus’ release inside her. She was sore, too. The wizard had certainly taken his money’s worth. He paid the cost for it too. How long did she have before he reported the incident, and she was taken to Azkaban? She didn’t know, and didn’t want to think about it. When they came for her, she’d just go. At least it would end. Her only regret would be not getting Severus, at least once, if not forever. She desired him. He’d be safe. He could survive her.

She lay there in the tub, waiting for the Aurors to come.

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A/N: Wow. Marcus really needs to practice safe sex, don’t you think? Please review.