The Room of Requirement

Room of Requirement Chapter 2

See Chapter 1 for warnings, disclaimers. Lemons await!


Severus gazed at his reflection in the foggy mirror. He was thin with pale skin at odd contrast to his onyx eyes and black hair. He had no spare flesh to weight him down. His hair was straight and silky, tending to be on the oily side. He had occasionally received queries from drunken prostitutes about whether a man’s nose had any relation to the size of his “wand,” and he could honestly say that in his case the answer was yes. He knew enough to know he was well-endowed. Severus had the occasional whore and learned about sex from fellow Death Eaters, dark revels and his study of the Dark Arts. He prided himself on being well-able in his craft and – unlike fellow DE members – preferred a well-lubricated passage and a responsive, if submissive, partner. Those were difficult to come by if your name happened to be Severus Snape. An hour after making his decision to take the old coot up on his advice, Severus stood showered, dressed and ready to go with a particularly effective salve in the pocket of his robe. He made his way to the third floor of the castle to where he knew the appropriate place to be and concentrated on what he required, walking three times up and down the hall. A lesser wizard may have had to repeat the process, but given his uniquely disciplined mind, the first time was the charm. A large door with an old-fashioned door knob appeared in front of him. He raised himself to his full commanding height, grasped and turned the knob to enter.

The room was lit by soft candle light and a large four-poster bed draped in silver and green sheets seemed to be the centerpiece. To the right was a table with various implements he recognized to be used to inflict pain or to keep one bound. To the left was a large window looking out onto the castle grounds. It was there that he saw her, arms wrapped around her protectively as she appeared to be gazing out the window, oblivious to his presence. She was clothed in a floor length rose colored silk gown that clung to her ample curves.
“Good evening,” he intoned.
She turned, startled, with an intake of breath, one hand dropped to her side and the other with palm splayed on her chest. Her eyes wide with a tinge of fear and what also seemed to be lust. Good. She had wished to be here as well. Her hair was shoulder length and a rich brown, matching her sloe eyed gaze. Her skin, he noted, was clear and unblemished with a slight blush to her cheeks. She looked both mature and youthful. She was very pretty. More pretty than he knew he deserved.
“Hello,” she whispered.
He did not respond, but instead glided over to her, his black robe sweeping behind him. He walked behind her and stood silently. He could sense her discomfort. He breathed in her ear, “You do know why you are here tonight? What will be expected of you?”
She breathed in. “Yes.”
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“I am here to have sex with you,” she said with a bit of uncertainty.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back sharply. “I don’t think that is quite right. Why are you here,” he repeated.
“I-I am here for you to fuck me?” she questioned. His other hand reached swiftly around and pulled sharply on her right nipple. She hissed in pain. “If I have to ask you one more time, then I will leave you here, unsatisfied and alone,” he barked, although he really had no intention of not fucking this lovely specimen within an inch of her life. “Why are you here?” He did not have to yell for his meaning to be very clear.
“To submit to you?”
“Very good, little one.” He took two fingers and stroked down the side of her neck, her chest and grazing the side of her breast. She breathed a sigh.
“There will be rules. You will address me as ‘Sir,’ at all times or you will receive punishment. You will not cry out when being punished. You will follow my orders without question and you will absolutely not cum until I allow it. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He suddenly grabbed her other nipple and pinched painfully.
“Yes, Sir,” She exclaimed, barely stifling a yelp.
Without preamble he ordered, “Remove your gown!”
She did as she was told, looking down at the floor as if embarrassed. He walked around her studying her intently. Very nice. She had large, full rounded breasts with rose-colored nipples the size of galleons. These were followed by a slim waist with a softly rounded abdomen, full hips and a luscious derriere, a triangle of curly brown hair and shapely, muscular legs. She was short enough for him to rest his chin on her head. She was petite and voluptuous. He could smell her arousal through her fear. Oh, it had been much too long for Severus Snape and he was going to enjoy this!

Severus proceeded to the table at the side of the bed and looked over the tools there. He selected a blindfold and a small crop and conjured up a glass with ice. He remained fully dressed and intended to until she was unable to see him. He took the blindfold over to her and offered it saying, “You will put this on.” She looked him briefly in the eye and took the fabric from his outstretched hand. After it was in place, he made certain to place a spell to prevent it coming off and cast a contraceptive spell. This spell had the beneficial side-effect of increasing lubrication for the female recipient. He knew she felt its effects by her small intake of breath. He stood back for several moments and looked at her, waiting to initiate so that it would increase her anticipation. He moved behind her again coming close enough to feel warmth from her body but not quite touching. He took one hand and slowly began tracing patterns on her upper body. He knew that after building her arousal, these light touches would feel like fire. Her body was taught. “Relax, little one. This will feel good.” He slowly touched her arms, the crook of her elbows, her belly, her thighs, sometimes gently and then more firmly. He seemed to know just how and just where to go. Everywhere except where he knew she wanted the most. He grazed above her pubic hair and she thrust her pelvis up, seeking more than his hand would give. He chuckled. “You must learn patience.” He continued by stroking the sides and bottom of her breasts, never touching her nipples. She whimpered. He stopped and stepped away without a word, leaving her frustrated.

Severus waited by the side of the bed. His clothes were becoming constraining and he removed his cloak and white shirt, leaving pants and boots on. His erection was increasing as he teased her, but it would need to wait a bit longer. He retrieved the glass from the bed and took a cube of ice from its insides. He silently crept back to the waiting woman and immediately ran the cube over her nipple. She sucked in a loud breath and made to move away. He held her in place with his other arm and ordered, “Do not move!” He flicked the ice over her right nipple until it was standing painfully erect. He glided the cube over her chest and repeated the process on the left. She was breathing heavily now and he took the cube off her and placed it directly on her pussy. Her legs gave way and he let her go as she tumbled to the floor. “I recall telling you not to move! Get up!”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied shakily.
“You disobeyed me and that demands punishment.” He grabbed her arm and guided her to the end of the bed. “Bend over and spread your legs.” She bent her upper body and leaned on the edge of the bed while moving her legs out.
“Wider!” She spread her legs even more and he made to move them with his leg until she could barely stand up.
“What a pretty view.” Severus placed the ice cube directly on her exposed inner lips and rubbed up and down, holding it to her clit and then pushing it in her pussy. He held it there until it melted completely. Suddenly, without any warning, he smacked his hand down hard on her ass. She cried out at the sudden attack.
“Silence!” Smack, smack, smack! This continued until she was whimpering and tears were coming unbidden from her eyes. Her bottom was a lovely shade of red. He gently stroked her.
“There, there,” he soothed in a parody of a lover’s tone. Severus slipped his fingers down farther to stroke her pussy and found her to be dripping wet with her own juices.
“Well, what do we have here? You enjoyed that little punishment did you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she could barely speak.
“Nice girls don’t enjoy being spanked, do they?”
“No, Sir.”
“You’re a naughty, wanton little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it!”
“I’m a naughty, wanton girl!”
“And?”
“And I deserve to be spanked!”
“Yes,” he cried and resumed his punishment. After several more hard spanks, Severus stopped and stepped back. Her pussy was engorged and she was extremely aroused - as was he. He turned her around, yanked off her blindfold and pushed her to her knees. He indicated his pants and she began to undo them. “Take out my cock. I want to feel your mouth on me.” She pulled his swollen penis out of his pants and pushed the clothes down. He was fully erect, eight inches long and thick. She swallowed apprehensively. He placed his hands on her head and pushed her to him. She tentatively took the head into her mouth and began to lick and suck. Severus closed his eyes. It had been far too long. The woman continued to wet the head and began licking down the shaft, cupping his balls in one hand and bracing herself with the other. She sucked on the head exclusively and pumped her hand up and down his length. As she continued this his breathing became heavier and heavier. She began to take much of his length down her throat and swallow. Severus nearly gasped! She was good. Most women could not take his length without gagging. He was on the verge of cumming when he ordered her to stop. He wanted to cum in that sweet cunt of hers tonight.

Returning her to the bed Severus told her to lie down. As she did, he snapped his fingers and cords snaked around her ankles and wrists, tying her spread eagled to the bed. He reached for the jar of salve in his cloak pocket and opened it. “This won’t hurt you,” he said at her questioning look, “although it may make you somewhat impatient,” he finished evilly. Severus rubbed the salve first on her nipples and waited as it absorbed completely. Her nipples became instantly erect as she moaned. Severus then turned his attention to her nether regions. He gently rubbed the salve on her pussy, inside her and on her puckered anus. She moaned desperately as she became engorged. He inserted one finger inside her. She was incredibly tight. Severus retrieved the crop and stalked around the bed slapping it on his hand. She looked at him hazily with a mixture of arousal and increasing fear. As fast as a bolt of lightening, he slapped the crop down on her nipples, then her pussy in turn. She arched off the bed and screamed. He repeated this again several times.

“Please, Sir!” She begged him.
“Please what, my dirty girl?”
“Please fuck me, please, Sir, please!” He could barely stand to wait. He climbed on top of her and entered her swiftly in one stroke. He took each nipple in turn in his mouth and sucked as she moaned and thrashed in the bed. She was wild with arousal. He pumped in and out of her mercilessly and he said “Cum for me, little one!” In less than three minutes she came hard, her already tight walls clamping down on him like a vise. He had to recite potions ingredients to prevent him from following her immediately. He continued to pump in and out as her over sensitized flesh once again climbed the peak to orgasm. Severus could barely standing it as he moaned openly now, saying “Yes, yes, sweet girl, that feels so good.” He came then, shooting his seed deep inside her as he saw stars.


A/N: I don’t know about you, but I’m tired! Phew. I may do another chapter or two if I can summon up the energy! Anyone feel like a smoke? Hee, hee.