Ival Pythonica

A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, any of its characters, etc. They are all the property of J.K. Rowling. For no profit of any kind, I am simply borrowing her characters for a short while. Only the Original Character of Megan Malfoy is my own, though her last name is borrowed from J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Warning: Sexual Content ahead! This is where the story, though still following character development, starts to include sexy stuff. However, do not be disappointed if Snape and Megan’s first encounter is more sensual, slow and sexy than all-out lewd lustiness. In later chapters, as they become more comfortable with each other, the sex will become more heated and charged. Also, do not let Severus’ sweetness or confession fool you! His inner nastiness will surface time and again. I also plan to add other characters in, such as Sirius Black. His presence, though not sexual, will be explained shortly. Trust me; it isn’t going to be gooey, lovey-dovey just because of the last chapter. Hang in there for the heat, lust, anger and twists and turns yet to come. I hope you like this chapter! Enjoy!

Megan walked across the bathroom threshold and into the bedroom. She glanced around to see that Severus had lit a fireplace across from the bed. It confused her and distracted her from her nervousness for a moment.

“Severus, where did that come from? I didn’t see that when I first looked at the bedroom a few minutes ago.”

“I have what is called a hidden fireplace. I can make the hearth disappear when not in use. It saves room space to make it invisible when I do not need it. However, at night time it can get very cold in the Dungeons, as you know. Before bed I always rematerialize it and light it for warmth and sometimes extra light.” Snape’s back was turned as he was adjusting the flame in the hearth.

“Clever. But Severus, between the candles and the fireplace, it is brighter than daytime in here.” Megan joked lightly.

“I will take care of that.”

Snape turned and with his wand extinguished the wall sconces, except for the candelabra by the bed. The room was now bathed in a light glow, not bright but certainly bright enough to see every detail around the room.

“There. That’s better I just wanted to be able to see you . . .” Snape stopped his mouth hanging open.

Snape looked at Megan and his whole body tensed. His hormones began to flow like a river at the sight of her pale skin caressed by the ice blue silk. The firelight was dancing over her bare skin, making it luminescent. His eyes traveled up from her bare feet, to the smooth shape of her calves, up to the soft curve of her thighs and hips, hidden just underneath the bottom of the nightgown. His eyes continued to wonder up her small waist to the swell of her breasts. The underwire pushed them up and rounded them to make them appear much more prominent. The expanse of her creamy shoulders, the dip by her collarbone, the long lean neck, the almost white blonde hair spilling down her back and her small hands reflected in the light made his body tremble with need to touch every patch of her skin, to kiss every soft spot, lick every inch of her until he had tasted her from toes to forehead.

The silence was bringing Megan’s nerves to the forefront again. She could feel his eyes traveling over her body, stopping to bore holes in certain places on her frame. Never in her life had a man looked at her like this. It was exciting and nerve racking at the same time. Megan reached her arms out to warm her hands in front of the fireplace. Suddenly, she jumped when two hands slid down her bare arms and down to her hands, interlocking his fingers with hers. His body was pressed against her back. That was when she realized he had no shirt on, only cotton pajama bottoms. He rubbed his thumbs across her palms and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. She shivered again.

“Are you cold, my darling?” He asked whispering in her ear.

Megan shook her head. He rubbed up and down her arms softly, as if to warm her.

Snape inhaled the lilac bath salts and perfume she wore as if it were oxygen itself. He tentatively placed soft kisses behind her ear and down the side of her throat. He kissed across her collarbone and when she gasped, he smiled into her skin. Snape tested the area again, licking across the hollow of her collarbone again and again until a mewling sound came from Megan’s throat. He slid his hands away from her arms and began to rub her sides, his hands sliding across the wispy cloth, back and forth.

Megan started to relax a little as she experienced the pleasure of his lips and tongue on her skin. She never knew her neck and collarbone were so sensitive. At first it gave her goose bumps but when the slightly rough taste buds of his tongue glided over the little hollow of flesh there, she felt her body react.

“How does that feel?” Snape breathed in her ear.

“Nice.”

“Just tell me how it feels and if you want me to do anything special or again. Okay?”

“Sure.” Megan nodded.

Snape began licking her collarbone area again. He ran his hand slowly up the front of the night gown and ran his fingertips in circles over her nipples, first clockwise, then counterclockwise. He rubbed, using the silk as almost a lubricant to slide his fingertips around the quickly hardening buds. Megan arched her back and let out a moan of delight. He felt encouraged to continue on, grabbing each hardened peak through the fabric and tugged lightly, rubbing and tugging at intervals. Then he would stop and just palm her breasts, massaging them. After a minute of that he would go back to teasing her nipples. Snape felt her body begin rock backwards against his, moaning softly, her skin’s temperature rising higher. He began to feel aroused, his member hardening as she rocked back against his groin again and again.

“I think it is time we took this to the bed, my darling.”

Megan nodded and turned. She took Snape’s hand and walked over to the bed, the covers already rolled down. He reached under her knees and lifted her, causing Megan to grasp him around the neck to keep from falling. He walked around to the right side of the bed and laid her down. He reached for the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up her body and over her head. He tossed the garment to the floor and starred down at her, a smile spreading across his features. Megan, after a moment, looked away from him, embarrassed. She had never been naked in front of a man before and the way Severus starred at her brought conscious feelings to the front of her brain about just how exposed she was.
Megan felt Snape sit down on the edge of the bed and then he reached to her face, pulling her chin to look at him. She
looked at him and realized to her horror, he too, was naked.

His skin was a pale creamy color with a light dusting of dark hair on his arms and chest. Snape’s shoulders were wide enough without being too broad and his arms and legs were sinewy with muscle. His chest was tight with a flat stomach, a small trail of little black hairs leading down to his pubic region. His member was standing out from a light dusting of pubic hair. It was hard, swollen and a shade of purple, light but noticeable strain was occurring from his holding back. Megan starred at the length of him. He had to be at least six to seven inches long and two inches in diameter. She had never seen a naked man, a picture in a book for anatomy lessons or sexual education but never a flesh and blood man. It was amazing and frightening at the same time.

“First you look away and then you stare at my privates. That is an interesting reaction. But never look away Megan, I was starring not to make you uncomfortable but because you are so beautiful and sexy, I wanted to take in the whole picture of you.”

“Oh. I didn’t mean to stare at you, either. I am just never seen a male naked before and you have very impressive equipment, I didn’t think that they got that big, at least not as rumors have said about men.”

Snape barked out a laugh. “Thank you for the compliment. Yes, the usual male genitalia are about five to six inches long when hard. My personal member is an inch or two more. I guess I got lucky in the genetics department, but so did you.” His gaze swept over her body again. “Scoot over to the middle of the bed. I want to be able to have plenty of room to enjoy this.”

Megan moved over. “Enjoy this how, exactly? What are you going to do?”

“Bring you to the very heights of ecstasy over and over.” He smirked at her shocked face.

Snape slide down and began to place kisses across her toes and up her leg. He stopped at the bend in her knee and licked the sensitive crevice a few times, eliciting a series of sounds from Megan. He pushed her legs apart gently and kissed up the inner thigh of her left leg and then down the right, never quite touching the apex of her legs. He slid his body up hers, kissing all over her lower abdomen, and stomach, drawing circles around her belly button with his tongue. Finally, he pulled his face up to her breasts.

By now Megan’s breath was a panting sound and her body felt like a heat was rising from her skin. She could no longer understand nor want anything but his tender and tantalizing touch.

Snape licked around the globes of her breasts. He flicked his tongue around and across each nipple, sucking for minutes in between until her body was arching off the bed. Megan moaned his name, moaned sounds and gasps that made Severus’s member strain and jump against her thigh. He wanted her so badly he could taste it. That thought gave him an idea. He slide back down her body and placed one hand on either side of his thighs, parting them until she was spread wide before him.

Her nether lips were swollen, deep pink and slicked with a thick sheen of wetness. He used his thumb to rub the outer edge of the lips, spreading her juices across her core. He placed his fingers inside her lips and spread them, exposing a hardened nub that was red and swollen to a strong, stiff peak. He ran his tongue around the outer edge of the nub in circular motions, stopping and starting frequently to dip down and lick her opening, darting his tongue inside her for a few strokes.

“Dear Merlin, Severus! Please stop teasing me! I feel like I might explode if you don’t do something!” Megan panted like she had run miles, her hands gripping the sheets in fists by her side.

Snape chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”

Snape licked a line from her opening to her nub. He pulled the hard nub into his mouth and sucked lightly, flicking the very tip with the tip of his tongue as he did. Megan began to buck off the bed, screaming and gasping. She grabbed the back of his head and arched her core harder into his mouth. He responded by sucking harder, reaching under her to grab her buttocks. He intermittingly squeezed them as he sucked and licked, her juices flowing over his chin and onto the sheets. Suddenly, Megan arched her back completely off the bed, froze for a moment then shook violently. Her orgasm crashed over her in a warm wave of pleasure. As wave after wave slowly ebbed away, she slowed her moments and sighed heavily. Snape kept sucking softly, gripping her ass tightly, and pulling her back against his mouth. After a few seconds, Megan began moan louder and louder, eyes wide as saucers as the pleasure built once more, quicker this time.

Within moments she was coming again, her body shuddering, her mouth open in a silent scream. This orgasm was different, stronger, longer lasting. Megan tossed her head to and fro, whimpering and gasping as the orgasm continued to roll over her, never seeming to stop. When it finally began to ebb away again, she sighed. Megan’s body gave one last shudder and she stilled, only her heavy breathing giving her away.

Snape looked up from his position. He wiped off his chin and took in the beautiful sight before him. Her hair lay splayed across the pillow, eyes heavy-lidded, her face and chest were flushed, her nipples hard and extended, and body relaxed. He scooted up to lay next to her, stroking the side of her face gently until she turned to face him.

“Severus, by Gods, that was the most amazing feeling I have ever had!” She let out in between breaths.

“I am glad, but it is not over yet. That was just the beginning, my darling.”

Megan felt his member strain against her outer thigh and licked her lips.

“I want to try something. I have never done it before but with your guidance and trust, I think I could do it. I would like to do it for you.” She pushed Severus onto his back and scooted down to lay her head next to his thigh.

“Alright, what is it you would like to try?” Severus knew but he wanted to hear her say it.

“I want to know what you taste like, what you feel like in my mouth and it see if giving oral sex is as wonderful as giving it. If I do anything wrong let me know and guidance is okay, as I said, but let me try this as much on my own as possible. Is this an okay idea?” Megan asked, stroking the flesh of his inner thigh.

“Yes, that will be fine. Just do not be hurt if I correct you.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Megan smiled.

Megan kissed up his thigh and down the other as he had done to her. Starting at the base of his member, she kissed up the underside and around the head. Going back down, she used the flat of her tongue to lick up and down the underside repeatedly, until his member jumped and he hissed lightly. Taking his sound as encouragement, she grabbed his member in her left hand and stroked it up and down slowly, while placing the tip in her mouth. Sucking slowly down and then licking back up with each stroke, Snape began to whimper. Megan felt bold by her obvious good progress and slowly slipped his member all the way into her mouth and down into the beginning of her throat, tightening her mouth around it.

“Merlin!” Snape hollered, reaching down to weave his right hand in her hair.

Megan tightened her mouth while laying her tongue flat against the underside of his member. Slowly, for the first few strokes she sucked up and then deep back down to the base, taking all of him into her mouth. After several strokes like this, Snape began to mutter incoherently, pushing his hips to thrust into her mouth. Megan sped up her ministrations, sucking harder, and matching his every thrust. Snape gripped her hair tighter and moaned long and loud as the tip of his member brushed the back of her throat over and over. He wanted to pull back so he did not come in her mouth but she had locked her hands around his hips and was sucking and licking so tightly and quickly he couldn’t stop her. A warm feeling coiled in his belly and his balls pulled up against his body.

“Massage my balls, please!” Snape shouted out.

Megan used her left hand and squeezed, rolling his balls in her hand, and squeezed again. Snape bucked off the bed, body convulsing as he howled and howled Megan’s name in a deep hoarse voice. He felt in inner explosion as his seed shot forth, spurt after spurt down Megan’s throat. To her credit, Megan never gagged. She sucked down every drop that he gave and continued to suck him through his orgasm, giving his balls constant light squeezing. Snape let the warm feeling of his orgasm spread through his body, reveling in the strength of it. He stroked Megan’s head while she helped him ride out his pleasure. After a few moments, when his member shrank back down, Megan sat up and licking her lips, smiled hopefully at him.

“Well? Was it okay?”

“Okay? It was the best orgasm I have ever had and the only oral sex I have ever had either. Now I see what I have been missing. Merlin, I haven’t come like that ever! Where did you learn such technique?” Snape starred at her, amazed.

“Reading books, mostly. I also have overheard the girls talking about what they do with their boyfriends. It didn’t sound anything like they described. They said it was hard not to gag and it tasted terrible when the guy came in your mouth. I found the taste interesting. It was almost sweet with a hint of salt. I guess I have no gag reflex, either. So, that must have made it better, right?”

“Absolutely. I will confess to you I always wanted to have good oral sex but I never imagined a woman could do what you just did to me. It was so exhilarating and exciting. I could do that all day.” He let out a small chuckle.

Megan moved back up to curl up on Snape’s chest. He kissed the top of her head and buried his face in her hair. She placed her arm across his chest and snuggled into the curve of his neck. They lay there breathing lightly, collecting themselves for a few minutes.

Then without warning, Snape threw her onto her back. Her descended on her lips and kissed them passionately, delving his tongue into her mouth. Megan responded by wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him back with a furious need. Snape continued to kiss her, caressing tongues and nipping her bottom lip. Then he pushed his already hard again member against her core. Megan whimpered and stopped kissing, looking up at him.

“You’re ready for more?” Megan asked bewildered.

“Oh yes, I certainly am. Are you ready for this? It may hurt at first.” Snape cautioned her.

“Yes, I know it will but only for a moment. Please,” she caressed his cheek, “make love to me?”

"It would be my pleasure, my darling Megan.”

Snape positioned his member at her entrance and slowly pushed it in, until he felt some resistance. Then with a deep thrust he pushed past her maidenhead. Megan let out a yelp and Snape stilled, waiting for her to adjust to the feeling. A single tear slid down Megan’s cheek, which Snape leaned down and kissed away. Then he began to slowly thrust, leaning on his elbows above her. Megan gasped loudly at the feeling of being filled so completely. She lifted her buttocks and leaned forward to match his thrusts, wrapping her arms around his middle. Snape watched as her face reddened, her body began to sweat, heat shimmering off it in the candlelight. Her mouth opened for wordless noises to spill out.

Snape grunted and began to pull all the way out, only to thrust all the way back in to the hilt. With every thrust Megan cried out his name. He also began to sweat, dropping from his elbows to place his full body weight on her. She reached down; grabbing his buttocks to pull him deeper with each thrust she was pushing up to meet. Snape was trembling at the effort to hold back so she would come before him. Megan was very wet, tight and hot, gripping and puling his member so snuggly that he could have come after the first few thrusts. However, he wanted to see her face when she came with him inside her. He sped up his thrusts, matching her rhythm and their bodies seemed to move as one element. Their sweat, their scents, their moans and cries intermingled in the night air. The heat from their bodies made the room seem like to was on fire and with each thrust the sound of wet flesh slapped together to add to the litany of sounds.

Snape could feel he was close to bursting and by the tightening of her walls, Megan wasn’t far off either. Snape touched his forehead to hers and panted.

“Open your beautiful eyes, look at me.” He commanded.

Megan opened her eyes, which had been closed in ecstasy and starred into the obsidian darkness of Snape’s eyes. Except they weren’t as dark as usual, in fact they had a bright fire in them, a passion Megan had never seen before. They burned and glowed, it seemed they bored right into her soul.

With that look from his eyes Megan felt her body spasm hard, a strong, hot wave of pleasure seeping over every inch of her body. She clung to him, nails biting into his buttocks, mouth open in a bellowing scream.

“SEVERUS!”

Snape could take no more, as he watched her spasm, head tossing back and forth, her core clenching and unclenching around his member; he came. His body tensed then shuddered as if he was freezing, yet he kept pumping into her until his last drop of seed had expelled. He slowly wrapped his arms around her, staying inside her, enjoying her body clenching around him until he was soft and she had stopped moving inside and out. Their eyes had stayed locked for most of that moment and it was as if something unspoken had passed between them. It was something Severus couldn’t name or give a definition but it felt real, special. This event, he knew, had marked his soul and his heart forever and hers as well.
Megan labored breathing had slowed and she whispered in his ear:

“I love you.”

Snape’s head snapped up and he looked at her, startled.

“What did you say?”

“I said I love you. Was that the wrong thing to say?” She shut her eyes in embarrassment.

“No, no it was the perfect thing to say. I wanted to say it myself but thought it was too early yet.”

Megan opened an eye cautiously to see he wasn’t joking or being sarcastic. She sighed in relief and kissed him deeply. She looked him in the eyes and smiled.

“Then say it, tell me you love me.” She whispered softly.

“Megan Malfoy, I love you.”

Snape rolled over and pulled her body close to his. After a few moments he excused himself to use the bathroom and Megan sat up, scratching her head.

“Oh, hell, I will never get these tangles out without a spell!” She tugged at her hair.

Snape emerged from the bathroom and took one look at Megan pulling on her hair. He laughed and laughed at her.

“You look like a bird has been nesting in your hair!” He doubled over with laughter.

Megan got up and walked past him, frowning. She took her turn using the toilet. When she came back he had rolled up the covers, except on her side. He held out an arm as she got into bed and she turned to snuggle into his chest. It was quiet for a while and she thought he was asleep, until she heard a heavy sigh.

“What’s wrong, Severus?” Megan titled her head up to look at him.

“I was thinking how perfect this is and how it will be nice to wake up with you in my arms, until I remembered I have to hand you over to that mongrel at dawn. The thought really pisses me off.” She could feel his body stiffen in anger.
“Did you just call Remus a mongrel? I thought you two had a truce until this thing was over and besides he is not that bad once you get to know him.”

“I do not need to get to know Remus Lupin, Megan. We are well acquainted after years of school, University, working together in Hogwarts and in the Order of the Phoenix. I know many think I am harboring hatred from years ago but I will let you know something I have never told anyone in my entire life, not even Dumbledore. Remus Lupin, as well as Sirius Black, has never apologized to me for anything they have ever done to me. Sirius Black still hates me and would hex me to Hell if he had the chance. Little does or will the filthy mutt know I have been to Hell and back and have survived but not without scars. He goes on and on about his false imprisonment and his innocence. Lupin cannot stop mooning, no pun intended, over his werewolf status. It is as if they are they only ones with problems in the world or ever went through terrible circumstances. It’s disgusting how maudlin and full of themselves they are. Here I have to hand over a woman who I have grown to love and have shared a very personal and special experience with to another man. This other man will experience your body as I have and I do not wish to share you with one in that manner!” Snape sat up and rubbed his forehead, lips pursed in anger.

Megan sat up and forced Snape to look at her.

“No one will EVER share my body, soul, spirit, heart and mind as I just shared it with you! Remus is as stuck in this curse as the rest of us, except you have always secretly loved me. Remus does not love me in such a way. As for Sirius, as I am sure my father told you, I care deeply for. He is the only family I have outside of my father and Draco since the war. I have gotten to know him and I adore him as a family member adores another. No one is going to steal me away from you or change my feelings for you. I can’t believe after what was said tonight, after all we shared, after all that went between us, you’re jealous of another!” Megan was angry, spitting the last sentence at him with venom.

“Can you of blame me for being jealous? Look at you. You are so beautiful and intelligent. Any man worth his Galleons would sweep you up in a second. I know I want to but this curse stands in my way for now. Someday, Megan, it will be just you and I, but until then I must try to swallow my jealousy and remind myself it is to save your life. I must share you with another man in order to have you to myself someday. It hurts me and angers me to know in just a few short hours you will be in his arms when you belong in mine!”

Snape threw back the covers and went in his bedside table pouring a glass of water and drinking it down. He offered a glass to Megan, who took it gratefully and gulped it down. She suddenly felt calmer.

“You just drugged me!” Megan shouted.

“No! I gave us both a calming drought because I feared a fight was on the horizon and I do not want to spoil what has been a wonderful evening.” He turned and climbed back under the covers, gesturing for her to join him.

Megan curled back into his arms but looked up into his eyes.

“You must know this Severus Snape: I may have to share my physical body but it is all I will share and all I need to share to end this curse. When it comes to our time together, however, I will share everything with you and only you. There will be no part of me you do not have access to or know. In mind, soul, spirit, heart and body, I am now pledged to you.” She lightly kissed his lips.

Snape nodded, yawned and pulled her tighter against him. “I feel the same, my love. Goodnight. Wake me before you go and if you need anything wake me, alright?”

“I promise. I love you, goodnight.” She kissed his closing eyelids.

“I love you, too. “ Severus mumbled before falling asleep.

Megan watched him sleep for the rest of the night. She stroked his hair and his face, planting an occasional butterfly kiss here and there. The time was dwindling down and in the back of her mind; Megan could not help but wonder what she was going to do about Remus Lupin in a matter of a couple hours.

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