The Scorceror\'s Apprentic

He had one more thing to teach her. the love potion. With this she could get a man to do anything she wanted him to do, worship her forever, do anything to please her…

He had been against allowing mature students into his class…until he’d seen her. She was a late-developer as far as magic went. Her powers didn’t manifest themselves until she was thirty. She had a lot of catching up to do. While fifteen year olds were changing chairs into pigs, she was still turning a match into a pin. Luckily she was a quick learner.

She arrived in his classroom at around midnight. She hadn’t questioned why her lesson was so late, she just did as he asked. After all, no one argued with Snape.

She wore a long red velvet gown, low-cut and split to her thigh. Her hair hung loose, completely different from the normal severe bun she insisted on wearing. He gasped as she bent over his desk, showing the curve of her full breasts as the dress strained against her slender body. She handed him her homework and a bottle of wine.

\"I thought we’d have a drink.\" She said huskily.

\"Best keep our minds on the lesson.\" He said sternly, trying to ignore the heady scent of her perfume. \"Now, to create a love potion, you need a lock of your intended’s hair. We’ll take a lock of yours for now.\"

She shuddered as he took a lock of her hair in his hands and snipped a little off the end with a small pair of scissors.

\"And we need some lavender and…\" he reeled off a list of ingredients while assembling them on the desk. \"And finally we need the intonation…By the power of passionate, burning fire, let this spell awaken desire…Now drink it!\" he ordered.

\"Let’s mix it with the wine.\" She suggested.

\"Very well.\"

She poured two glasses of wine, one for him and one for her, which she added the love potion to. She never questioned why she should drink it. knewknew what he was doing.

They drank together. She began to feel dizzy.
ake ake my clothes off.\" He ordered gently. She moved towards him, unable to argue. She pulled his cloak from his shoulders to reveal a loose white shirt. She slowly released his buttons, running her hands over his smooth chest as she did so. She was willing to do anything for him…

\"Kiss me.\" He said. She pressed her mouth against his and pushed her tongue between his parted lips. He pulled her closer until she could feel his erection against her belly. He hand caught her behind her head and slowly eased her down to her knees.

\"You know what I want.\" He murmured. She could feel his damp tip against her cheek. She moved her head and touched the tip with her tongue, savouring his salt taste. She wanted more. She devoured him hungrily, until he cried out, ready to explode. She felt a warm dampness in her panties, wanting him inside her, hard and powerful. She pulled her dress up and put her hand inside her panties, rubbing herself as she pleasured him. She put her hand up to his mouth so he could taste her arousal. He caught her by the shoulders and lifted her, then pushed her back onto the desk.

\"Taste me.\" She begged. She didn’t need to say it. He pulled at her panties, tearing them away from her body, exposing her to him. He slid her legs further apart, looking at her, taking in every fold of her. He touched her clitoris gently with the tip of his finger, making her body jerk with excitement. He blew gently on her soft pubic hair, then down to her labia. The sensation of her heat and his cool breath drove her wild. Then his tongue was on her, devouring her as she’d devoured him, exploring her, pushing his tongue deep into her, while his finger pleasured her, increasing the pressure in her belly, making her scream out again and again.

\"Turn over.\" He ordered, standing up straight. She turned so that her belly was pressed on the desk. He pulled her dress above her hips, and positioned her so that her firm bottom was raised to him. He parted her with his fingers. She felt him pressing against her, not quite entering her, teasing her, his finger tickling her clitoris.

\"Please…\" she sobbed with frustration \"Please, I want you!\"

\"I know what you want.\" He murmured, his mouth close to her ear now. \"But perhaps I should punish you for playing such a dreadful trick on your teacher.\" He knew. He knew that she’d already made a potion and given it to him in the wine. \"Perhaps I should just take my pleasure and leave you none.\" He teased, kissing her neck.

\"Yes.\" She replied. \"If that’s what you want.\" She was past caring.

\"I might hurt you.\" He taunted, pressing against her.

\"Yes.\"

\"I might keep you like this forever…as my slave…\" he had entered her a little.

\"Yes.\"

He thrust hard, making her scream as pain and pleasure merged. She lost track of how long he thrust at her her. He flipped her over and pushed her legs back towards her shoulders, entering her again but stopping before she came, just keeping her on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like hours, never allowing her release. She had thought to bewitch him, but he was the more powerful. He was able to fight off her love spell on him and control her completely. She got angry with him as he tormented her. She pushed him off her, so that he fell onto the chair, then she straddled him and rode him furiously, scratching his chest and back.

\"Damn you!\" she screamed as an orgasm rose in her. \"Don’t you dare come!\" she commanded.

\"I wouldn’t dream of it my sweet.\" He laughed, enjoying the sensation of her taking control. He pushed his hips up to her until he was deep inside her. She rose and fell against him, her belly getting tighter and tighter until…

\"Aaaahhhhh!\" her body arched backwards. He had to catch her to stop her falling to the ground exhausted. He held her tightly.

\"You know there’s no such thing as a love potion.\" He murmured as she got her breath back. \"You can’t make people fall in love.\"

\"So what was all that about?\" she asked.

\"Lust, which is what you and I have been fantasising about for weeks.\" He told her.

She laughed and kissed him.

\"Too right!\"

The end