Of Death and Fire

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CHAPTER 20: Descend in the Abyss.
Author's warning: This chapter is kinky! Contains sex play of controversial style, very close to BDSM and rape. If it offends you, DON'T READ IT! Otherwise, enjoy! (and leave a review to tell me what you think of it).
 
 
It was Saturday morning in early March. The weather should be starting to warm up, after a long, gloomy winter. No classes today. No annoying students harassing him over trivial matters. Especially if he skipped meals and spent the day in bed, occupied in various sex gamemilimiling in this thought, he moved his hand to wake up Morgaine beside him and have the games begin. But all he found was an empty spot on the bed.
He opened his eyes and looked around, frowning as he saw her dressing up.
"Where are you going?" he asked her, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Still in her underwear, she stopped dressing and sat beside him smiling.
"I'm going to London today, have you forgot?" she teased him.
Snape fell back on the pillows, as he suddenlmembmembered. Great, there goes my chance of a great day. She leaned forward and kissed his lips.
"Do you want me to bring you anything from London?" she whispered.
Running his fingers through her hair, he kissed her back.
"No. But", he paused, a naughty smile dawning on his lips, "I'd hate to see you leave without breakfast". His smile turned to a growl, as he pushed her head downward to meet his needing erection.
Well, maybe there are still chances for a good day, he thought before he got lost in waves of pleasure.
~*~
Morgaine had been thinking of going to London for a long time. The situation with Slytherin's Heir was not getting any better, and she badly needed to restock several of her supplies. She walked leisurely on Diagon Alley, enjoying the warm sunshine and the chattering crowd around her. She had kept her hood on, but several people noticed the Guild's insignia on her brooch and changed their ways to avoid crossing her path. But she didn't care. She was used to this behaviour by now, and she felt that nothing could spoil her day.
The ingredients she was after, however, could not be purchased in the conventional magic stores. Throwing her hood back and summoning her spirits, she turned into Knockturn Alley. The change in the air was clear, a darkness residing in this place. Naturally, she felt at home.
Coffin nails and graveyard dust was easy to find, but she still needed mummy wrappings. She walked in a store she had never come by before, a dusty, dim-lit place. An evil-looking goblin was sitting behind the counter, but withdrew his disapproving stare when he noticed the Guild tattoos on her face. She turned her attention to the wares and particularly a vast selection of mummified body parts.
All of the sudden, she realized there was someone standing behind her. Taking her eyes from the relics, she noticed that the storekeeper had fled. On turning around, she saw Lucius Malfoy, his arrogant smirk lighting his face.
"Well, well, if it isn't the elf of Hogwarts", he mocked her. "Does our deardmasdmaster know how you spend your days off, purchasing body remains?" His grin grew nastier. "Does Severus know?"
"None of your business, Malfoy", she replied, clearly annoyed. She tried to evade him and get out, but his cane blocked her way.
"Not so fast, my dear", he told her in a velvet voice. "I've been wanting to talk to you after our last encounter in Snape's office".
Removing the cane from her way, she granted him an icy stare.
"We have nothing to talk about, Malfoy", she hissed and hurried out of the store. Storming behind her, he caught up with her in a dark corner of the alley. Blocking her way again, but this time with his left arm, he pinned her against the wall with his gray eyes.
"On the contrary, my dear, I think we have a lot to talk about". The silver head of his cane caressed her cheek. "How long have you known of our little bet?"
"Since Halloween's Feast", she replied defiantly. "Horny men are rather transparent, you know". It was her turn to mock him.
His cane moved lower and lightly stroked her neck.
"Oh, yes, my dear, I do understand this now. By the way, don't bother with your spirits", he said casually. "I have my own protection against them. Just a little trick I picked up during my service to the Dark Lord".
Morgaine was really feeling edgy now, especially with his cane circling around her left nipple, which rose in response. The street had grown darker somehow, and all traffic around them had seized.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"Just to talk, as I've told you", he whispered, his breath kissing her ear. "Have you been having a good time with Severus? Does he treat you well? Does he... treat you often? Deep, hard and fast?"
Her arousal was getting uncomfortable, enhanced by his deep voice, his cane insisting of teasing her nipple. Breathless, she remained silent.
"Although I like my dear old friend, I find it hard to believe he has the qualifications to satisfy a creature such as you", he purred. "I'm certain that he cannot meet the needs of your dark heart, the longing for forbidden pleasures of blood and pain".
His words had an entrancing effect on Morgaine. With every sound that left his lips, the darkness in her heart stirred, reaching out, demanding to be unleashed. It could be a spell, an ancient spell of summoning, not by words, but sounds. As the cane moved lower, touching her bare ankle and moving upward, caressing her naked skin, the darkness was freed from its cage and ran wild in her bloodstream. Acknowledging her change, Malfoy carried on with the seduction.
"Don't you feel it at night? The need to be tied down in submission, chastised by a true master who can bring your pleasure in unknown heights?" His breath felt warn in her ear, but he had never touched her all this time, neither by hand or tongue. Just by breath and cane. Which, by now, was stroking her wet underwear. A low moan left her lips.
"And again", he continued in a velvet voice, "you might find it more pleasurable at the other end of the game. You might enjoy it more as a true mistress, whip in hand, demanding blood and semen from your loyal slave!"
With the last word, he pushed his cane upwards, right inside Morgaine's moist flesh. A cry left her lips, a sound of pain and pleasure. With the second thrust, she found herself convulsing uncontrollably by an exploding orgasm.
Just as fast, he removed the cane from its temporary sheath, and brought it under his nose. He savored the smell of her fluids, lightly touching it with the tip of his tongue. He stroked her cheek with his gloved hand.
"I must leave you, now, my beauty. I have pressing business to attend to"; he said and smiled, while touching his crotch. "But know this; no matter whom I'll be fucking in the next hour, it's your face and smell I'll have in mind". With a triumphant smile, he turned and vanished in the shadows.
Morgaine collapsed on her knees, hiding her face in her hands in guilt and shame. She never saw the black eyes staring her from the shadows. Unfortunately for her, Severus Snape had witnessed the whole incident.
~*~
In Muggle fairytales, it's always the blond prince who gets the maiden, and the dark wizard stays confined in his dump, cold dungeon. Unfortunately, in the wizarding world, things worked pretty much the same way. Severus Snape had hope that this time the outcome might be different for him. He had hoped that she would be different.
He had followed her to London driven by the unlikely urge to spent the day with her, away from Hogwarts, enjoying sometime together out of bed for once, almost like a real couple. And then he saw them together. He shut his eyes in pain, as the image of her face reaching her climax by Malfoy's touch rushed in his mind again. An expression he knew too well had become a vision that would haunt his nights forever.
Had they set a secret appointment on that day? Was her trip to London an excuse? The setting was suggesting that it was probably a random encounter. Malfoy was predictable, and excepted to act in this manner. But, by Merlin, he had never expected Morgaine to be caught in his spell. And again, he had never expected to fall in love with her in the first place.
He planned his revenge carefully. His face revealed nothing, not even when he saw her returning, her eyes avoiding meeting his gaze. He acted disappointed, although secretly relieved, when she refused to meet him later that night, saying she was tired. Casually removing a stray hair from her cloak, he kissed her goodnight. Upon returning in his chambers, he looked down at this hair. Not a crimson one, but a golden one, a remnant of her infidelity.
A hair from Malfoy's head, and the means of his revenge. He smiled bitterly and started doing what he did best: brew a potion.
~*~
The next evening, Morgaine sneaked in Snape's dungeon once more. Earlier he had whispered to her to meet him this night, because he had a surprise for her. Deep down inside she felt that this could not be good, but rejected the thought as a projection of her guilt. She had played with the idea of telling him the whole story. Better find out from her than from a glowing Malfoy. But not yet. The wound was still fresh. Perhaps in a couple of days....
She found him in his chambers reading a scroll. He was dressed in a black velvet robe; a relaxed attire and certainly something a bit out of character. A bit nervously, she bent over him and kissed the back of his neck. He returned the kiss, but he seemed a bit distant. Fighting to overcome her nervousness, she smiled and asked him where her surprise was. He smiled back, although he still appeared to be miles away, and stood up.
He took her in his arms and kissed her. But this kiss was like no other before this; and like none after. His lips danced on hers like butterflies, tender, slow, teasing and barely touching her tongue. Her knees turned to jelly, taken aback by the waves of love and guilt in her heart. The kiss grew deeper but still slow and passionate, as if he wanted to savor the feeling of her mouth from there after. In its tenderness it was desperate, the last kiss of a condemned man. And slowly, he led her towards the bed, freeing her body from clothes.
He broke off the kiss reluctantly and Morgaine saw that his eyes were darker than usual, haunted by unspoken thoughts. She opened her lips to speak, but he put his finger across her mouth, stopping her.
"Hush", he pleaded, "and close your eyes".
With a tingle or fear in her stomach, she obeyed. A black silken scarf materialized in his hands and he blindfolded her. He led her to the bed and helped lie down, raising her hands above her head. Another scarf materialized and he tied her hands on the bed head. Morgaine was now certain that something had gone dreadfully wrong. He called his name, as she felt him rising from the bed. She heard footsteps, and the sound of a liquid being consumed. And then she heard a glass shutter to pieces, followed by moans of pain.
"Severus, what's going on? What are you doing?" she cried, trying to free herself from her ties. But she was securely tied. Silk has been used for binding the Fae since time immemorial.
Then she felt him returning to bed. But he felt different. He smelled different, although familiar. His hands reached her blindfold and removed it. She cried out in terror on seeing the face above her own. It was Lucius Malfoy's face. Kicking hard, she tried to move away, but his firm grip pulled her back.
"Disappointed? Or pleased?" he hissed at her.
She was speechless, still trying to acknowledge the fact that he had somehow found out.
His hand, Lucius hand, caressed her cheek. He fixed his eyes on hers and she realized that his eyes were still black, the only part of him that had escaped the transformation. Still black, still haunted.
"Yesterday, I followed you to London", he said bitterly, "hoping to spend some time with you. And what do I find? You and that snake Malfoy occupied in some kinky foreplay!" He could no longer restrain his anger. "So, my dear", he smiled nastily, "better be careful of what you wish for, because it might be exactly what you get!"
"How? Why?" It was the only thing she managed to say.
"A very useful potion, granting me the ability to turn to another for an hour. All I needed was a part of the person in question, and dear Lucius was kind enough to leave a hair on your cloak. Was that all he left on you?" he spat at her, moving his hands downwards, exploring her body. "As for why, I've warned you long before. This kind of game I won't tolerate!"
Morgaine felt dizzy. She wanted to scream, to speak to him and try to explain. To tell him of the darkness that had assumed control over her. All she wanted to do was ask him to forgive her. But the darkness had been unleashed once more. As his fingers reached her inner flesh, his expression revealed both arousal and disgust by the fact she was soaking wet.
"Severus, please..." she pleaded, but in vain.
"Shut up your treacherous mouth, elf!" His eyes were burning with rage. "I don't want to hear any more of your lies! The only true thing you've ever said is that elves can't get enough! But I won't be your play-toy anymore. Run after Malfoy like the bitch in heat you are!" He pushed his hand deeper in her flesh, making her moan louder. He saw tears in her eyes, and felt a sting of pain in his heart, but chose to ignore it. He bit her nipple, drawing a drop of blood and another cry of pain.
"Malfoy can have you, but only after I'm done with you", he whispered in her ear. And no other words had sounded as scary as these had.
Removing his hand, he rode her. Holding hard her thighs, he pushed deep and hard into her sore flesh, unaffected by her pain. A pain that was mixed with pleasure, for soon it was hard to tell where the one ended and the other begun. Tied on the bed she could do nothing but submit and close her eyes in humiliation. But even this small comfort he would not allow. He slapped her face hard.
"Don't dare close your eyes! I want you to look at the face I'm wearing, because you'll see none of my own from now on!" he commanded.
Morgaine opened her eyes and did the only thing that could keep her sane through this madness. He locked into his eyes, the only part of him unaffected by the transformation. But not unaffected by her treason. She locked in his eyes and the pain residing in them, inflicting on herself a greater punishment than any pain he could cause on her body. Willingly, she descended into her own Hell.
It didn't take him long to reach his climax. But as his body started convulsing, the reverse transfiguration took place. Morgaine felt two men releasing their semen in her. Two bodies, changing from one to another, one resembling Malfoy and the other Snape. Two bodies and just one single tortured soul. He came with a cry, but not one of pleasure. He collapsed on her, exhausted by the shapeshifting and the sex alike.
Still breathless, he raised his hand and released her from her binds. Before she could reach out to him, he moved away and sat at the edge of the bed, his back turned to her.
"I'm going to wash Malfoy's stench off my skin. When I return, I don't want to find you here. Not tonight and not ever again", he said coldly, each word a knife through her heart. He stood up and walked away, taking her bleeding heart with him.
All that was left in her chest was a dark void of Death and Fire.