Seducing Sin
Seducing Sin
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Rating : NC-17
Warning : Slight BDSM
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Some may say the Devil has lots of different faces,
for me he has only one possessing the godlike body of Severus Snape.
He’s the personification of sin, making you wish
you’re already in hell doing all the perverse things your mind supplies. His
voice is like liquid fire, ensnaring the senses, making them fall into the
deepest pits of doom, where you’ll willingly stay just to hear him whisper
dirty words in your attentive ears forever… till the end of exise.
soul, leaving you with an empty aching feeling inside knowing that only he can
close that void that’s consuming you. An air of mystery surrounds everywhere he
goes with his artistic stride, and when he looks at you with that inquisitive
look, he makes you feel guilty for something you don’t even know you did but
that you’ll probably do, given the opportunity.
He’s the one I’ll willingly go to hell for, and I’ll
throw myself in the ardent flames just to have a taste of his powerful aura. He’s
the one that sets my world on fire, he’s the one that I must have, and may it
be the last thing I’ll do on this love deprived earth.
And so operation Seducing Sin aka Severus Snape
begins:
The first thing I need to do is make him notice me; this
shoul be be a problem. After Voldemort’s defeat I’ve finally found some time
to dedicate to my own physical appearance. My hair is now tamed, layered with
flaming red streaks. I got rid of the annoying spectacles and spent a fortune
on a permanent eye correcting potion, from the looks I received afterwards I
convinced myself it was worth the entire lump of galleons spent. Not to mention
the muscles I developed during the tedious training I was put through during
the war. Summing up, I consider myself quite good looking, not one of the best
but can compete with most of them.
My first occasion presents itself during Potions. As
usual the dark angel started the lesson by giving an overview of the history
and effects of a potion we were required to do. I closed my eyes and let myself
be lulled into fantasyland by his divine voice, letting it wash over my senses warping
every word so that it sounded like it was promising wicked things that could
only be performed in the dark privacy of the silent night. A moan tore its way
out of my throat before I could even consider it.
The hush that fell in the cold Dungeon’s classroom
snapped me out of my reverie and when I opened my lust glazed eyes I saw two
large baffled obsidian eyes looking at me. I didn’t even think about the
consequences, I needed to be noticed,
and so I ran my tongue over my dry lips. I heard Ron mutter ‘Bloody Hell,
Harry!’, when I turned I saw Hermione sporting rosy cheeks and the some other
students looking surprised and amused. I can’t deny I was feeling embarrassed
but the look my Dark Angel’s giving me is enough to make me re-do it a hundred
times and more.
“Mister Potter! What kind of class behavior is that?
Sit properly and pay attention! Ten points from Gryffindor! And now …”
As the lesson proceeded, he kept stealing inquiring
looks in my direction, giving me the perfect opportunity to display a little
my lips and occasionally moving it down to my neck. He wasn’t the only one to
notice my strange behaviour; Ron even passed a note asking me if I drank something
before I came to class. What could I tell him? That I’ve tasted our Professor’s
addictive poison? Hmm that sounded strangely poetic…what if I write him a small
poem?
I spent the next half an hour cutting potion
ingredients and trying to scribble something poetic down and the only thing I
managed to write was:
You’re my devilish angel, my poisonous cure,
You’re the certainty, for which I am unsure,
I want you to hurt me just to heal me afterwards,
For you I’ll willingly burn in Hell, from eternity onwards!
H .P.
I wrote it down on the piece of parchment, where I
wrote yesterday’s homework and handed to Neville to pass it on. I couldn’t stop
myself from imagining his surprised face as he read the poem.
My musings were interrupted when the said Dark Angel
decided to check the progress of the potion at hand. At this stage the potion
was supposed to be greyish in colour and in the simmering process; I still
haven’t added all the ingredients!
As my lust’s desire got nearer, a slight panic attack
struck me causing me to throw all the remaining ingredients in the cauldron at
once…not a very wise thing to do…. oops! The potion started hissing and in
blink of an eye it exploded, soaking my outer robes with a revolting purple smelly
substance. I still dazed with the explosion, didn’t waste much time thinking, I
shrugged off the robe, which fell on the damp floor making a squashy sound, and
given the perfect opportunity to make myself noticed, I took off the shirt as
well, revealing my tanned quite muscled torso.
Being noticed – checked!
The looks he’s giving are urging me to jump on him and
hump his leg; what an interesting thought hmmm….
“Potter! What in the name of Morgana are you doing
today?! Did your substandard mind forget you’re a wizard? You could just have
charmed your shirt clean!” He suddenly roars.
I don’t even register the sudden verbal lash as his
obsidian eyes are roaming on my bare chest. God! His hungry gaze is igniting
every inch of my naked skin, and I’m totally helpless if only he knows what
he’s doing to me!
I just shrug, charm the shirt and languidly pull it on,
making a small show out of it, my plan is working out
magnificently.
“I want you to re-do the potion, correctly this time
and no more of that foolish behavior! By the way …”
Then, my corrupted prayers are finally answered from
below he utters the words I was so longing to hear…
“Detention! Tonight
punctual!”
Now, I had to start the second phase of my plan – Making
him feel my presence.
As I was adding the last ingredient in the cauldron, a
piece of rumpled parchment hits my head and falls on the desk in front of me. I
look up and see a grey-eyed blond Slytherin winkat mat me. I open the note and
read:
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knew you hid such a delectable body under those cheap robes of yours. Care to
meet me afterwards, to give you some style advice?
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This is disturbing, during the war our relationship
changed from absolute loathing to almost tolerable, but this… Apparently the
little performance had some side effects. Maybe I could use him… I nod at Draco
and continue with the potion.
Everyone left the room and the potion only needs
another half an hour of simmering. I’m just staring into open space thinking of
my next move to lure the enigmatic seraph in my arms. He’s currenasseassessing
the potions of my fellow classmates, sniffing and mumbling things under his
breath.
I let the potion simmer and close my eyes, enjoying
the unusual calm atmosphere in the cold Dungeons. Snape’s face appears in my
mind, he ferociously kisses me then, he proceeds to lick and suck my neck. My
hands crawl on my groin and start languidly massaging it. Oh the sensation is
exhilarating!
A yelled ‘Potter!’ shatters my perfect moment of
fantasizing. When I open my eyes the sight that greets me makes my throat
constrict. He looks flushed and his eyes – those demonic eyes are sparkling
with lust. I still keep my hand on my groin and squeeze hard, I throw my head
back and groan.
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He keeps quiet for a fraction of minutes until he
regains his usual forbidding composure and then he silently says in a deadly whisper,
“Get-Out-Now and don’t dare to say a word!”.
I leave the class thinking that maybe I overdid it. Luckily
I still had a second chance during detention so not everything is lost. I head
straight to the nearest bathroom to release the frustration that’s keeping me
from thinking clearly.
While I venture further into the dungeons, looking for
the loo, I hear someone call my name,
“Hey Potter! Wait!”
Oh no it’s Malfoy! I don’t want him to see me like
this!
“Malfoy,” I acknowledge, “What do you want?”
“It’s not a matter of what I want but what do
section of the school. You’re standing
exactly near the Slytherin’s commonm.”
“Oh! I didn’t know they’re…”
He doesn’t give me any chance to finish my
justification, he attacks my mouth. I’ll
be damned but he’s a good kisser. Given my state of mind my body reacts
immediately to his close proximity, not that he’s helping to ease my discomfort,
his hands are all over me, I’m torn between pushing him away and rub myself on
his thigh. My problem is soon solved…
“Potter!”
This sounds familiar…
“Professor Snape! We were doing nothing wrong!” Malfoy
stuttered, making the whole situation look worse.
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considered as wrong, then I must agree with you, but unfortunately for you it
isn’t, as such detangle yourselves and show some decorum. Dinner already
started in the Great H Wha What are you waiting for? Move!”
And so I walked beside the mortified Slytherins, more
frustrated than before, to the Great Hall, where I took the empty seat near
Seamus, facing the head table, and tried to ignore the staring directed my way.
But after a few mouthfuls the inquiring looks made me
think that maybe I should try something different. And so I grabbed the nearest
tray filled with baked chicken and extracted a drum stick. I proceeded to peel
the skin and then started licking its side. I continued to eat in a suggestive
manner and when desert arrived almost everyone had their gaze focused on their
plate.
When the golden bowls filled with fruit the only
thought that was on my mind was to finish the little performance I was
currently displaying. The banana offered a lot of interesting suggestions but I
wanted to be somewhat original and so I took an orange, cut it in half and
sucked it hard, making an incredible wet sound. I ran my tongue over it,
tasting the sweet citric nectar. I threw my head back, opened my mouth and
squeezed the juice out of it, making it fall directly in my mouth, I almost
chocked when I looked up, straight into the profound eyes of my devil, who had
his lips slightly parted, looking flushed and bewildered. He stood up and left
the Hall as soon as I turned my gaze to the Gryffindor table.
Make him
– checked!
After few minutes I was feeling utterly naked, with the
undressing looks I was receiving, I had to leave the Hall.
I still had few minutes before I had to leave for the
dungeons again; I have to make myself more desirable before I do so.
After few minutes I decide to wear the shortest pair
of shorts I’ve found in the closet and tight fitted shirt. I hide everything
under my school robe and leave for the dungeons for the last phase of the plan
to get in his pants…
When the wooden door opens my dark angel’s surprised
face greets me.
“Potter, what do you want?”
“I came for the detention you assigned me earlier,
remember?” I reply half truthfully
“Ah yes,” he seemed a bit distant for few seconds and
but then he moved and gestured me to enter, “start by cleaning the benches and
cauldrons, and then we’ll see. Ah before I forget, obviously without magic.”
I nod and start cleaning the benches with the smelly
worn damp c he he procured, in the meantime while he sat down and started
correcting.
After half-an-hour I proceed to clean the cauldrons
but after assessing them I’m sure this useless piece of cloth won’t even scrape
their thick potion crust.
“Sir?” I hesitantly interrupt
“What?” he huffs back
“Umm the benches are ready. You don’t happen to have a
steel wool or something similar for the cauldrons, do you? This cloth is
useless.”
An evil smile flourishes on his wicked face “That’s
what punishments are for, now continue you are permitted to use your finger
nails too” he ends with a smirk.
His evil aura is almost intoxicating –
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“Well then, I just have to take off the robe, I don’t
want to dirty it.”
He grunts and lowers his head back on the parchments.
I place the robe on the nearest bench and can’t stop the shiver that runs down
my spine with the contact of the chilly air on my bare legs.
I lay the first cauldron on the floor, bend down and
scratch the side of the metallic cauldron that emits an excruciating noise.
“
he starts, but trails off as he absorbs my appearance. I feign that I didn’t
hear him and continue cleaning the cauldron, flexing further down, and wiggling
suggestively my arse in the air. When my back starts to ache I stand up
straight and turn – just to capture his lust glazed obsidian eyes with mine. After
a moment of vacillation he looks down again and continues to correct without
saying a word.
When I finish the seventh cauldron, my hands and spine
are incredibly aching – I almost regret the previous enthusiasm.
“Potter!” He exclaims – Again!
“Yes?”
optimistic side says
“What is this about?!” he inquires
“What?” I move closer to the desk and look down, only
to see the poem I’ve written during the lesson. “Oh that!”
“Care to explain?”
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or never…
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“Oh c’mon Professor! Don’t fake you don’t understand
what it’s about. You’re far more astute
than that.” I lean down and run my blooded fingers in his silky hair and inhale
his intoxicating scent.
He stands up and starts pacing the room. Then he
directs his mystified face to mine and says
“I have noticed strange transpiring things today -
yes. Are you trying to tell me you’re in love with me? …Hah! What kind of ailing
joke this is? Or is it one of your usual truth
or dare jokes?”
I don’t know what to say, if I was in his situation
I’d think the same way. So I gather all my courage and press myself with his
gorgeous body, I gasp feeling his hard evidence pressing to my stomach. He
steps back but it’s already late, I know he wants me too.
“It’s true…” I say, “What I wrote in that poem” then
step forward and passionately kiss him, and he tries to move back but I tighten
my grip on his waist and finally he gives in. I feel his wet tongue probing my
mouth and loose myself in the intensity of the moment. His hands, cold as ice,
move from my waist further down touching my heated inner thighs, making me
groan.
“Please take me, I want you so much!”
He stops, pushes me away and replies in a hoarse voice,
“You don’t know what you are asking! You’ll be the death of me!”
I smile, I can’t help it and silently reply, again
advancing on him, “Oh no, you’ll be the reason of my death if you don’t touch
me again, now that I have tasted what Hell is like my heart won’t beat again if
I don’t taste it again. You’re the one I’ve been fantasizing about, the one
that haunts my dreams. I’m giving my body and soul to you, to possess me.”
When I arrived at a touching distance he leaned
forward and swept me in a scorching kiss that made my insides melt.
“You’ll regret every second of it, I’ll make sure of
it, but since you’re so eager let me indeed give you a taste of your so called
He leads me to his chamber and pushes me not too
gently on the four poster bed. A few incantations later I find myself bound
arms and legs and naked on the bed. His feral look makes my cock stand up in
attention.
Then he undresses painfully slow and when he’s fully exposed
I forget how to breathe; his milk white skin looks so immaculate, it makes me
want to worship him, give him my life. He stands near the bed and I detect
something in his hands – a quill. His thin lips curve into a wicked smile and
his sparkling eyes hides nothing of his impious intentions.
He literally crawls on the bed and runs the
“This,” he throatily says, “is for your seductive
behaviour during the class; you don’t know what you were doing to me”
He continues to tickle my skin, making it
hypersensitive and continues to brush the feather on my already weeping cock. I
can tell he adores the despair reflected in my eyes - but I won’t give in now.
After a couple of painful minutes he looks amused at my lack of vocal
participation and decides to broaden the intensity of the situation by bringing
down his mouth on my nipples and starts licking and sucking hard.
“This is for your juicy display in the great Hall.”
My nerves are going in short circuit and I’m aching to
touch myself, he’s like a scalding fire that’s consuming my brain cells turning
them to dust.
“Ahhh please please!” I cry out, “I can’t take this
anymore!”
He stops and gives me a ‘you brought it on yourself’ look. God he’scompcomposed! How can he
do it!
“Patience, Mister Potter, is the world’s greatest virtue.”
“Fuck virtue!” I cry out pulling my hands so hard that
I’m sure tomorrow it’ll leave a mark, “Damn you! Fuck me! I want you so much!
What are you waiting for?”
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He gives me an imperial look and calmly replies, “You
wanted a taste of Hell? Here’s your Hell, I’ll leave you like this and forget
all of this happened.”n hen he leaves the room.
I can’t even talk, after all that he’s done! I just
look into the empty air feeling everything around me spin, can’t even think of
a suitable reply. I’ll be forever damned. I brought it on myself!
A chuckle brings me back to the current frustrating
situation. He’s back and he’s laughing! Oh god! He’s enjoying tormenting me!
“Mister Potter, let me make it clear for you, once I
start something…I finish it. Rest assured, now I’ll violate you in the most
sensual way imaginable.”
I groan at the implications of that statement feeling
a wave of relief and anticipation hitting me. He then opens the vial that he
brought back with him, coats his finger and inserts the cold coated finger in
my waiting hole, attentively studying my facial expression. His finger feels so
weird! He pushes his finger further up and twists it sideways, then he adds the
second and third finger and continues to stretch me beyond believe. I’m feeling
my arse hole burning but I’m not complaining – what will his cock feel like?!
Then he unbinds my legs, grabs my ankles and opens my
legs further leaving my feet bent in a strategical position. He shifts his body
upwards so that his cock is aligned with my arse whole, his face above mine and
gives me a searching look before he start trusting his cock in my arse whole.
At first he moved slowly, groaning in the process. The burning pain was
incredibly unbearable and I couldn’t contain the sudden cry of pain that tore
from my throat. He continued to penetrate my body in a steady pace until he was
fully sheathed and stopped, giving me sometime to get used to the pain. When I
deemed capable to carry on I nodded and he immediately took the opportunity to
plunge in my stretched channel as he kissed me passionately. When I got used to
the sensation I started enjoying the feel of him inside me, his pulse throbbing
in me, his constricted look of pleasure.
“Is – this – what – you – wanted?” He croakily says,
in between pants.
“Ahhh, yes more!” I demand…I want to touch myself so
badly!
He seemed to read my mind, he grabbed my cock and
started fisting it in tempo with his thrusts and when I started feeling light
headed as the orgasm approached he increased the thrusts and suddenly cried out
“And this is for your lovely poem!” And then he came, flooding my insides with
warm cum. He continued to fist my cock until I came incredibly hard, making me faint
with the intensity.
When I wake up I see him rubbing a cold healing potion
on my wrists that are tingling – must be the potion effect. I smile - ‘
afterwards’
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“Did you enjoy your trip to Hell?” He welcomes me,
I jump up in a seated position, wrap my healed arms
around him and whisper in his ears, “I’m still ardent from the shattering
experience.”