Extreme Seduction

Chapter 7 : Touch me, Please me






E. D. : Thank you very much. I’m happy to see you like my
chapters. Enjoy this one. Kisses.

 

 

Chapter 7 : Touch me, Please me

 

Ignoring the screams of pure terror
coming from Harry, Snape wrapped his arms around the smaller body and forced
him to straddle his laps. His hands slid to the young man’s side on his hips,
then down his back and squeezed his wet arse. The caress was facilitated by the
foam and its perfume infused with Harry’s skin. It was more intoxicating than
wine. It was arousing.

 

Unable to resist him
anymore, Severus took Harry’s lips passionately. His lips were so soft, so
tender and the man was so thirsty. He was drinking straight from the source.
God’s Elixir. Pure ambrosia. Delicious.

 

His tongue touched Harry’s
and tasted it, sucked at it cleverly.

 

Harry was moaning slightly
and responded to the kiss with dedication, hands gripping into Severus’ hair.
Plunging again and again into the moisture of each other's mouths, they
explored them completely.

 

Harry’s cock was aching
horribly as the older man thrust his body slowly against him, teasing their
desire. The boy was losing his mind. He wanted to feel his teacher’s hard
member inside of him, hitting his prostate and coming inside his arse.

 

“Oooh... mmmmm.... Yes...
touch me...,” moaned Harry as he devoured Snape’s lips. “It’s so good... mmmm.”

 

“Harrrryyyyy... you’re so
delicious.”

 

Eyes closed, the young
Gryffindor threw his head back as the man covered his neck with his tongue
drawing lines of fire on his skin. Severus could feel blood beating furiously
in his student’s artery as he was licking it. His hands were wandering along the
smaller arms, shoulders, the soft back, and the muscled thighs. Severus’ mouth
was attacking his earlobe now and Harry was finding it more and more difficult
to breathe. He opened his eyes and saw his pile of clothing and the royal blue
stone lying off to the side of the bath.

 

Suddenly, he returned to
reality and tried to extricate himself from his teacher’s arms but they were
stronger. He struggled and finally succeeded in getting out of the bath. He
grabbed his towel quickly and tried to hide himself with it. It was very
difficult to dry his body at the same time as he was trying to hide it, but he
did. He backed away from Snape and the bath.

 

Snape got out as well and followed after
him, but Harry lifted a hand and said, “Stay where you are. Not a step closer.”

 

“Harry... Harry? What is it
love? What’s wrong?”

 

“I... I... am sorry,
Professor. I just temporarily lost my mind, but it’s wrong, totally wrong...”

 

“No, it’s very right. You
like it and I like it. What is so wrong about it?”

 

“You are my teacher, if I must remind you
and... you are Snape, you are...”

 

“But I love you,” Snape cut
in. “I want you. Always.”

 

“No. No... we... no... it’s
impossible...,” answered Harry, picking up his clothing and the stone and
putting on his shoes.

 

“It’s possible Harry,
if...”

 

“NO!” screamed the boy
horrified, on the edge of tears, “I hate you!”

 

At these words, Snape froze
and his usual unreadable mask fell into a look of extreme hurt. Harry felt his
heart drop.

 

“Oh god, I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to
say that,” apologized the boy quickly. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I'm sorry...
so very sorry.”

 

He made himself move toward
his professor, on whose face still showed intense sadness and touched the older
wizard's arm. Severus quivered at this light touch.

 

“Please forgive me, but...”

 

Harry could not continue as
his teacher pulled him into an embrace. The older man was shaking slightly and
Harry guessed he was in need of human warmth and affection just now. He knew
Snape had had a difficult childhood and not a good life during Voldemort’s
reign. And now, the deep wounds were once again opened. The boy’s heart was
melting and, to give the other man strength, he squeezed Severus more firmly
with his arms, drawing him closer to his body.

 

Harry didn’t wait for a response any
longer. The older man kissed his messy hair tenderly, without haste. He inhaled
the green apple perfume of the shampoo mixed in with the boy’s natural scent,
and found it more intoxicating than anything.

 

The Gryffindor tilted his
head back and his emerald eyes looked deeply into black ones. He saw Snape’s
head tilt too and then a mouth was taking hold of his again. Pale hands were on
his still naked body once more, touching everywhere.

 

“No,” said Harry in a
chocking voice, trying to withdraw again. “It’s wrong.”

 

“No, Harry, it’s right and
I’ll prove it to you now.”

 

At these words, Snape sank
to his knees in front of his student and pushed the robe out of the way that
Harry was holding over his arm.

 

“What... what are you
doing?” asked Harry horrified. ‘No, he wasn’t about to...’ he thought,
disconcerted.

 

But yes, he was. And he
did.

 

Harry could feel the warmth
of Snape’s mouth around his swollen cock, his tongue slid over the sensitive
tip, encircled it with his moist lips and the young man moaned loudly. A hand
squeezed his arse, while the other teased his balls, and Severus took Harry’s
shaft in entirely, then he withdrew. Snape grinned seductively as he saw Harry
draw a shaky breath. The young man's body trembled more and more from the prolonged
absense of his professor's mouth on his member and then he could no
longer control himself, so he thrust his hips frenzily toward's his professor's
face.

 

“More,” he begged, grabbing
Severus’ hair with both hands and forcing him to continue his delicious
torture.

 

The potions master licked the end of the erection, sucking up the beads of precum.

 

Harry was in
heaven. Shivers were travelling all along his body and down his spine. But he
wanted more.

 

Answering to
his silent begging, his lover twirled his tongue around the leaking cock before
taking it deeply into his mouth and throat several times. Harry moaned louder
and when Severus increased the rhythm, he yelled. He yelled with pleasure.

 

Now, the older man was
sucking furiously and Harry found he couldn’t last much longer and then he came
in his teacher’s mouth, yelling out Snape's name. Severus swallowed Harry’s
essence and stood up to kiss his lover passionately once more.

 

 

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Ron was pacing up and down
in the Gryffindor’s common room. Harry had been in the bathroom for nearly an
hour now. Usually, he didn’t spend so much time bathing. Maybe something
terrible has happened to him. Perhaps, at that very moment, he was being raped
by Malfoy or Snape or... Ron realized he couldn’t stay there much longer.

 

“Hermione, stay here,” said
Ron to his girlfriend, who was reading. “I'm going to look for Harry.”

 

“Okay,” replied the young
woman softly, “but don’t worry. I’m sure Harry is fine. Maybe he wanted to
relax a little longer in the bath. He’s been under a lot of pressure lately.”

 

The red-haired boy nodded
and headed off towards the prefect’s bathroom.

 

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“Professor, don't you
understand?” tried to explain a very ashamed Harry. “About us, it’s impossible,
you know that!”

 

“No, Harry! Look! Two
minutes ago, you were yelling out my name in pleasure, it was beautif...”

 

“NO! You are my teacher! And I believe student-teacher
relationships are forbidden by law and...”

 

“I wouldn’t know, however
we can be discreet.”

 

“NO! I already told you
that...”

 

He couldn’t speak any
further as an eager mouth took his. He struggled and pushed the older many.
y.
Hurriedly, he grabbed at his clothing, the stone and got out his wand from his
robe’s pocket. He pointed it at Severus’ chest and said, “Don’t force me to hex
you. I’ll do it if I have to.”

 

Snape didn’t move as Harry
cast the spell to unlock the door. Harry was about to cast another spell onto
the stone to call Ron, when he saw out of the corner of his eye Snape moving.

 

But it was too late. The
older wizard was quick and Harry did not have the time to pronounce a Shield
Charm, when he heard his professor yell, “Expelliarmus.”

 

Immediately, Harry’s wand
flew through the air and was caught by the Potions Master, who was grinning in
triumph.

 

Without wasting a moment,
Harry made his way towards the door and left the room. He ran as fast as he
could and never recalled having to run so much in his life than he had lately.
He could hear that Snape was running too, but he had no shoes on and his feet
were still wet so he couldn’t run as fast as usual, contrary to the boy.

 

 

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“Well done, Mrs. Norris,”
congratulated Argus Filch as he walked down the corridors with his cat.

 

He was proud of himself and
of her. His cat had led him towards two students, who had been kissing eagerly
in a dark corner. He had waited until the curfew had come, disgusted by the
kids behaviour and caught them. The horrified look on the Cauldwell boy and his
girlfriend had been well worth the wait. He had been jubilant.

 

If he were the minister, he
would forbide sexuality. Of course, having children would then be a problem,
but at the same time, children were a problem. Yes, he would forbide kisses,
touches and worse... lovemaking. How disgusting! Argus preferred not to think
about that.

 

“Yes, well done Mrs
Norris,” grinned the man evilly.

 

He could not bear
affectionate demonstrations. It was sickening.

 

‘There’ll be no debauchery
in this school... Ever!’ he thought, very disgusted. ‘Faith of Filch, they all
will submit to the rules, no exemption.’

 

He liked to think that he
was respected by the students and that they were afraid of him and his punishments.

 

‘It’s me who makes them
respect the order of the school. And with me, they have to be obediant!’ he
thought again. ‘No sickening touches.’

 

He was still muttering, “No
debauchery in this school” when he saw a naked body running and disappearing into
an adjacent corridor.

 

Filch almost had a heart
attack. “They run naked in the corridors
now...” he was chocking, face purpling. ‘I've got to tell this to
Dumbledore. They must pay. They’ll have the worst detention of their life. I’ll
also tell Professor Snape... Him, he’ll understand and...”

 

And then he saw Professor
Snape running naked behind the student.

 

 

His breath stopped. He
couldn’t think at all now.

 

As he watched Mrs Norris
start to follow the debauched, perverse, and sadistic men, he screamed
hysterically to his cat ,“No, come back here! You can't see them. It will
traumatize you.”

 

 

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As Harry had shorter legs,
he was caught by the older man sooner than he had liked and was pushed up
against a stone wall. Harry was beginning to know Hogwart’s walls all too well.

 

"Harry, don’t run
away. I love you, I will give you everything, I’ll...”

 

“Move immediately away from
Harry, Snape,” said a cold voice not far them.

 

They both looked at the
red-haired boy who was standing in front of them, the tip of his wand pointed
towards their professor’s chest.

 

“Mister Weasley, I would
ask you to not interfere in my business. It’s none of your concern. So, lower
your wand now and leave.”

 

“I told you to step back,
away from Harry. I won’t repeat that another time.”

 

“And I told you that it was
none of your business, so GO AWAY, NOW... I
won’t repeat that another time.” He mimicked. Then he turned his head again
towards Harry’s and kissed his cheek.

 

“I’ll never let you go,
Harry,” Snape whispered into the boy’s ear.

 

“I’ll never leave Harry
alone with you, you greasy git.”

 

“What did you just call me,
Mister Weasley?” questioned Snape in a dangerously soft voice.

 

“And now add the fact that
he’s deaf!” taunted Ron without a sign of fear in his eyes. He was beyond fear,
as he was defending his friend. “I called you ‘Greasy git’! Do you hear me this
time or do you want that I should repeat it once more?”

 

Snape, now quite angry, was
about to respond to this insufferable brat when he heard another voice calling
namename and for the first time that evening, he froze feeling ashamed and
guilty. He was very aware of his nakedness now.

 

“Severus, what are you
doing to young Harry?” asked Dumbledore quietly, but coldly to the professor.
“If I can judge by your outfit or rather, its absence, I would hazard a guess
that you have been harassing your student again.”

 

Snape opened his mouth and
though it was difficult for him, especially in front of his students, he
apologized, “I am sorry Headmaster, I...”

 

“We’ll discuss this in a
minute within my office, Severus. First, where are your clothes and shoes?”
asked the older man, then he added to Harry gently, “Get dressed, Harry.”

 

“They are in the prefect’s
bathroom, Headmaster,” replied Snape, who was blushing.

 

“So,” continued Dumbledore
in an unpleasant tone. “Go then and get dressed as well. Then you’ll come to my
office.”

 

“Yes, Headmaster,” replied
the obligingly Potions Master. He handed Harry's wand back to him, without glancing
at him or the other young wizard and left.

 

Harry was dressed now and
watching the Headmaster, who was looking back at him.

 

“Are you alright, Harry?”
Dumbledore asked him nicely.

 

“Yes, Professor.”

 

“Did he do anything to
you?”

 

Without any hesitation, the
young man responded, “No, Professor. Ron arrived before he could.” And slowly,
he added, “But, it’s not Professor Snape’s fault. It’s this attraction.”

 

Dumbledore smiled slightly
and nodded.

 

Harry didn’t know why he
defended the man, but he had.

 

“Now you two should return
to your dormitory and try to get a good night's sleep. I’ll have a little talk
with Professor Snape and try to make him understand that he mustn’t harass his
student... And I must also reassure our caretaker. ”

 

“Mister Filch? Why
Professor?” asked Harry very stunned.

 

“Nothing Harry, nothing...
Now go on to your tower and be careful.”

 

“Yes, Professor,” replied
Harry and Ron in the same tone of voice and left towards their House.

 

Along the way, Harry heard
Ron whispering repeatedly, something that sounded like, ‘I saw Snape naked. I
saw Snape naked’.

 

Harry smiled.

 

 

***

 

Oddly enough, Harry slept
well contrary to Ron and spent his Sunday in the tower like he had the day
before, but instead he took a shower this time. It was safer.

 

When he went to bed later
that evening, he thought with a mixture of fear and excitement, that tomorrow
he had potion’s class... with the Slytherins... and his fellow housemates, Dean
and Seamus. The guilty excitement disappeared completely and fright took its
place.

 

Then, he remembered Snape’s
last words, “I’ll never let you go, Harry.”

 

Then he fell asleep.