The Love You Take

Chapter 3: The Morass, Part 1

Severus received the girl into his lap and his senses were assaulted on many levels at once. She smelt of the standard Hogwarts bath soap, and she was surprisingly light upon his legs. He had a quick impression of hip bone, then soft feminine flesh; next, the child buried her face in his neck with a whimper which fair promised to provide mighty counter-action to the Impotence Potion he had downed. It was not something he kept on hand, so he had been forced to brew it, whilst dashing about preparing for when the child would wake and his – their, he corrected himself – ordeal would begin. He had to find clothing for her to wear for as long as he could manage to keep her dressed, find the appropriate book and remove the jinxes so she could read it, brew the tisane and double-dose it with a sedative draught – in short, he had not stopped running since Dumbledore had walked out, leaving him with an eighteen-year-old girl who would, for the foreseeable future, be in a nearly constant state of sexual arousal with Severus as her only focus.

Bugger.

Determinedly, he simply held her cradled in his lap, ignoring the fluttering of his own libido. This was not about him – and he was damned if he would permit it to become about him. From the goodness of his heart, he was performing a duty – as a favour to Dumbledore, his general in war. He would do exactly and precisely what needed to be done – no more! And he would never do anything but what was requested of him. Yes, it was a fucking shame that he hadn’t bothered to go to visit one of his favourite doxies in rather more months than he could recall, but he would take care of that at his next opportunity – he would not permit himself to be swayed by the simple fact that he had not had intercourse with a woman in damn near a year. When one’s hand sufficed to the job, why waste the Galleons?

But this fresh armful compared to nothing – to no one – he had ever touched in a sexual way. There had been no romance in his youth, regardless of how he had longed for it, and convenient connexions arranged for him by the Dark Lord in later years never lasted; certainly, none of those women, who were either Death Eaters or who wished to be closely allied to the Death Eaters, had been at all similar to the trusting virginal girl who now trembled in his arms.

Yes, he was certain of her virginity. He had taken the opportunity, whilst she slept, of casting the necessary diagnostic spell to determine that her maidenhead was intact and unbreached. What in the name of Nimüe’s garters was the girl saving herself for? Goddamn Dumbledore to hell for this – he was to be forced not only to consort with a child – his student –but also to relieve her of her chastity?

She clutched at his shirt, fisting the fabric in her hands, and her lips touched his ear. ‘Sir – please …’

With a calm which belied the wild thumping of his heart, he replied, ‘Put my hands where you want them.’

The girl was too far gone for modestly or embarrassment; she sat forward for a moment and jerked his nightshirt to her waist in one vicious yank. He scarcely had time to register the sight of her bare thighs, coming together at an apex of tight brown curls, before she placed his hand unreservedly upon her mound, damp to the touch and fragrant with her arousal.

‘Oh, God – please!’ At the touch she had instigated herself, she cried out, twisting to press her breasts against his chest and dragging his other hand from its unobjectionable place at her waist to yank it to an undeniably erect nipple. ‘Kiss me!’ she begged, lifting her tortured face to his, her eyes dilated as if she had partaken of a drug, her lips parted as she panted.

Ignoring the command to kiss her, he captured a hardened nipple through the fabric of the nightshirt and pressed his fingers through the wet hair to her passion-glazed softness, desperately hoping he could remember enough of female anatomy by touch to bring her off without humiliating himself with his ignorance. He knew from his reading of his Dark texts – he had many more than the one he had shown to her, and he had chosen the least alarming book to inform her of what was ahead – that she would scarcely be fit, when it was over, to grade him upon his performance in servicing her needs.

He commiserated with himself, thinking that he would be undeniably more adept at manually pleasuring a female partner when this charade was done than he could ever hoped to have been, left to his own devices.

Not that he would live to put the experience to practice.

‘Oh!’ she cried, and his thoughts became inextricably focussed on the sounds issuing from her throat.

She lay against his shoulder, her eyes closed, and he had the leisure to look at her as much as he liked without being concerned about being taken for the fascinated male he was. He encompassed her breast with his entire right hand, gently squeezing at the same time he spread her labia with his left index and ring fingers, offering his long middle finger the opportunity to roll her needy little clit about like a kidney bean in olive oil. He had scarcely touched her when her scream filled his small sitting room with an echo of desire, not quenched, but incited to further need.

Her thighs clamped tight on his hand as she spasmed her orgasm, then she shifted demandingly, her thighs bracketing his legs on the cushion of the wingback chair facing him. ‘More!’ she cried, rubbing her dripping wet crotch against the rough weave of his wool trousers.

Settling in for the long haul, Severus looked up into the flushed face of the girl straddling him and said, ‘Put my hands where you want them.’

She cried out in frustration, but she took both his hands and brought them simultaneously to her squirming centre. Watching her face intently, he used the fingers of his left hand to pluck repeatedly at the hardened nub of her clitoris, and with his right hand he shallowly penetrated her vagina, finding her so slick that he confidently slid a second finger within her as well, plucking with one hand and fucking with the other as she bobbed her arse just over his pelvis, grinding herself against his hand. He had read that manual stimulation for a woman with this curse would take one only so far, but he was determined that it should suffice. He would not risk either of them by actually penetrating her – piercing her maidenhead with his prick – and fucking her properly. He would never be able to remain objective if he made her his own in that way. Taking a woman’s virginity was strong magic, and he wanted no part of such a procedure with this girl – his student. No, by Merlin, he would make do with his hands and his mouth, if he must – but his cock would remain where it belonged.

Before his amazed eyes, the girl tugged the nightshirt over her head and flung it from herself blindly. She then reached for the lank strands of his hair, and grasping them mercilessly, she pulled his face between her breasts. ‘Please,’ she moaned, and he felt his potion-restrained prick twitch in spite of chemical discouragement. Damn and blast!

‘Use your hands,’ he encouraged her gruffly, taking special care not to make contact with her nipples.

She groaned again, but released his hair and arched her back, bringing her hands up to stimulate her breasts. Gauging her breathing, he slipped a third finger into her body and began to rub her clitoris with a consistent circular motion until she screamed again, becoming utterly rigid above him and remaining in that position for a long moment before crumpling, removing his hands from her vulva by the simple expedient of thrusting her arms between his and flinging them outward, carrying his arms with hers. She sagged against him, tears following swiftly upon the heels of the second orgasm, and he glanced at the coach clock over the fireplace: It had been five minutes from his first intimate touch to the completion of her second climax.

He flexed his fingers as the girl sobbed into his shoulder and thought to himself that it was going to be the longest damn weekend of his life.

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A/N: Beta reading thanks to DeeMichelle, Brit-picking done by MagicAlly, and alpha reading done by Sshg316. Love to all, of course.