Of Death and Fire

Flutter


Author's notes: A big 'thank you' to all everyone who took the time to read and review past chapters. All the suggestions have been wonderful but, as Trisha has pointed out, this story actually writes itself. However, I've being playing with the idea of changing the story's title to "Elves can't get enough". Hmmm....
Warning: Once more, kinky sex down the road! Avoid, or lie back and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Title from the song "Dust in the Wind"
 
 
CHAPTER 23: Troubled Flutter in an Endless Sea
 
After a long summer, marked by the dark events at the Quidditch finals, another school year had begun at Hogwarts. Another year, another Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. And on top of this, the Triwizard Tournament was held in the schoolgrounds. During the sorting ceremony, Snape was disappointed to see Morgaine's seat vacant. On the brighter side, there wasn't a substitute teacher either.
He went to bed later that night feeling numb. He was expecting another sleepless night. Much to his surprise, half an hour later he had dozed off. And dreamt.
He found himself in a sexual dream, highly aroused as Morgaine has riding him fast, with an expression of bliss in her beautiful face. Just as they had done so many times before... He moved his hands across her body, from her wet lips to her tender neck, from her erect nipples to her waist and the curves of her hips. She looked down with big, bright eyes and she smiled. And Snape saw tears in her eyes. As he raised his hand to wipe the tears away, she burst in flames. In seconds her body was reduced to ashes, and he was left holding a few scorched bones.
He woke up screaming.
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With dark circles under his eyes and a disposition worse than usual, he joined the rest of the staff and school for breakfast, needing badly a strong coffee brew. As he raised the hot cup to his lips, he almost choked. Across the table, Morgaine was sitting in her seatt, whispering with Hagrid, as if she had never went away. He sat there frozen, daring not move, fearing that this was another dream. But he looked at Dumbledore, and he nodded lightly in confirmation.
She was different. Still beautiful, with a new small tattoo engraved in her forehead, the mark of the Inner Circle. As she turned and smiled to the Headmaster, Snape saw one more mark at the side of her neck, darker and deeper. It was a small, crescent shaped scar, gray on her pale skin, marking the place where the creature had sunk its teeth. And then she turned and looked at him, but she didn't smile. Her eyes flashed momentarily, but he couldn't tell if it was by joy or hatred.
The difference on her behaviour became clearer over the next days. She walked with her head high, defiant and yet not arrogant, with the aura of someone that had been through Hell and lived to tell the tale. Not that she cared to say any tales. She rarely spoke or socialized anymore. She spent time with Hagrid, enjoying the simple pleasures of the big fellow's company, but she avoided all other staff members, including Dumbledore. As for Mad Eye Moody, they had hated each other on sight.
Snape needed badly to talk to her, but she acted as if she had forgotten everything around their past involvement. And when the foreign delegations arrived, with Karkaroff following his every move, he dared not approach her. To make things worse, Lucius Malfoy started visiting Hogwarts as often as possible again.
At least, thought Severus Snape, she's avoiding Malfoy as well.
~*~
 
It was a small, dirty room somewhere in London. It smelled of sour sweat and the only piece of furniture in it was a large wooden bed, covered by sheets of doubtful hygiene. There were two individuals in the room; a tall, tattooed red-haired woman and a blond man with a silver-headed cane. And they were engaged is a fierce kiss, their tongues battling each other for domination.
The man broke off the kiss and with a decisive move he tore off the woman's dress. Her expression remained steady, as he let his eyes travel down her naked body, a lustful grin dawning on his face. Unbuckling his pants, he pushed the woman's head downward to meet his throbbing organ. He growled hungrily, as she took him all in, with a skill equal of a professional. He let her lead the race, keeping his hand on the back of her head for assurance. As he moved closer to his climax, she broke off and moved with a feline grace at the other side of the room. She climbed on the bed, standing on hands and knees, inviting him with her feral green eyes. He laughed softly and tried to catch her.
He tried to push her on her back, but he was tackled by a swift move of her bare leg. He found himself lying on his back instead, as she was straddling his chest, holding his cane with both hands across his throat. He tried to push her off and mount her, but she pushed the cane harder, crushing his windpipe.
"Behave yourself!" she commanded. "I'm the one holding the cane this time", she added in a silky, low voice.
Malfoy felt the blood rushing in his head. In both heads, as a matter of fact.
"Ride me", he hissed at her, refusing to offer her his full submission.
She laughed again and moved her body lower, taking his needing erection inside her moist flesh. Malfoy closed his eyes as he pushed inside her, moaning from the unexpected sensation of her tight opening. He pushed harder and faster, as she accelerated her rhythm on top of him, still holding the cane across his throat. She came with a low cry, and as he felt her flesh tightening around his organ, he was ready to reach his own release. As she felt the first spasms travel through his body, she pushed the cane harder, cutting off his air supply. Enhanced by the lack of oxygen, Malfoy climaxed as he had never done before. Feeling his body relaxing, she removed the pressure, letting him breath.
She collapsed at the dirty sheets beside him, with one leg resting across his waist. After the heat of the sex play, they remained silent. He raised his hand to caress her cheek, but she moved away. She got up and frowned at the state of her ruined clothes. At the same time, he reached out and caught her hand.
"Stay", he said, half-pleading and half-demanding.
She kneeled beside the bed and whispered in his ear.
"I have to go. But", she purred in his ear, "the next time we meet, I will be fully clothed and you will be completely naked. On your knees". She smiled as sweet as possible and disaparated.
Lucius Malfoy was left alone in the room, feeling his organ hardening once more. He let his head fall back on the dirty pillows, covering his face with his hands. This was not turning out as expected. Sex was fine. It was more than fine; it was addictive. But his goal was more than her body. He had to submit her spirit and conquer her soul. He felt the dark mark on his forearm burn, and realized he would have to find a way past her defenses. And he had to do it fast.
Looking down, he saw his hard-on blinking back at him. He reached with his hand and started moving in a familiar manner, having her promise in his mind. Picturing himself bare and handcuffed on his knees before her, he came in his hand with a scream.
~*~
Morgaine was a competent animagus, although an unlicensed one. Moreover, she could apparate and disapparate in her animal form, being skillful in wandless magic. When she apparated in Hogsmeade, she had the form of a silky black cat. Before her, she saw a huge black dog. It was standing over an old copy of the Daily Prophet. The dog was reading Rita Skeeter's column.
The black cat trod gracefully towards the dog, and curiously sniffed his privates. The dog alarmed by this invasion of privacy, he turned around and saw in surprise a small feline with a strange interest in his behind. After the initial shock, he did what any dog in the world would do: he chased the cat.
The black cat ran away, butangeangely she chose a path uphill and stopped outside what appeared to be a hidden mountain cave. The dog paused, bewildered by the fact that this cat had lured him outside his own lair. With a mischievous look in her emerald eyes, she ran inside the cave, followed by a hesitant dog.
Inside the cave she approached the dying fire, and with a twist of her tail she transformed to a tall, beautiful woman. As the dog transfigured to a man, he couldn't help noticing she was completely naked. A loud "Woof" rose to his throat, which he was quick to swallow. The woman smiled at him.
"Sirius Black, I presume", she said in a low, charming voice.
"And you must be Morgaine Greenleaf. Harry has told me a lot about you", Black replied, trying to ignore the fact she was naked.
"Hungry?" she asked, and with a flick of her hand she summoned a platter of sandwiches and, to Black's disappointment, clothes for her. She dressed quickly, allowing him a full glimpse of her body between bites. Then she sat back beside the fire, sipping from a cup of wine, never taking her eyes off his face.
He finished his meal, and sat back feeling fulfilled. He returned her direct gaze, intrigued by her mysterious presence. Then she put the cup down, and leaned forward. She crawled across the floor and stopped inches away from his face.
"Tell me, Sirius Black", she purred, "when Lord Voldemort rises again, in whose side will you stand?" Her eyes were dark but the question clear.
"Where I have always stood", replied Black in a steady voice. "Beside Dumbledore and my godson".
She smiled and touched his cheek.
"Too bad", she replied in a velvet voice, "especially seeing how cute you are". Seeing his puzzled face, she explained. "If your answer had been different, I'd have to fuck you". Laughing with his shocked expression, she added in a cold voice, "Or kill you".
Before he could react in any way, she had transformed in a huge black raven and flew away, toward Hogwarts.
~*~
Snape was walking away from the dungeons when he heard the sound of flutter in the empty corridors. He raised his eyes and saw a huge raven flying toward Morgaine's chambers. On seeing him, the bird circled over his head. Instinctively, he raised his hand and the bird perched on his forearm. He moved his arm lower, looking at the raven's eyes.
"Are you here to take her away aga he he asked, not really expecting a reply. To his surprise, the bird shook its head negatively. "Good", he said, and sent the raven on its way, as he walked away as well.
If he had turned his head, he would have seen the bird turning to a woman with tears in her eyes.
 
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