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Don't Lie to Me	By : Veresna Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 13611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 13: THE RAVISHING
"Do you want me to fuck you right now?" It was asked in a bored tone of voice as if he was idly inquiring as to whether or not she wanted milk in her tea, and was not much interested in the answer.
Helena swallowed hard and dropped her eyes to gaze intently at the carpet beneath her feet. Snape had asked her a question that required a yes or no answer, and there was no possibility that a witch under the influence of Veritaserum would be able to control herself from replying.
"Yes," she whispered.
"I’m sorry, please repeat that," he drawled, idly drawing circles with the feather of his quill on his chin. "I must be absolutely sure of your answer," he prompted.
She closed her eyes and her own hands curled tightly around the arms of her chair. "Yes," she hissed, surprised at how ragged and deep her voice sounded.
"How interesting." He reached behind him to put the quill into the ink stand and pushed that and the paper of notes off to the side of his desk.
Helena kept her eyes squeezed shut as she heard him rise from where he had been leaning against the desk. For a moment she tensed, expecting to feel the touch of his hands upon her. But, instead she heard his footsteps walking by her and his voice softly murmuring an incantation as he placed a sealing spell upon the door. She opened her eyes, but remained facing away from him.
"We want to make absolutely sure we aren’t disturbed, don’t we?" he observed, his voice low and jeering. She heard the soft tread of his footsteps behind her again and out of the corner of her eye she saw the dark outline of his robes as he stood beside her chair. "Stand up."
She swallowed hard again and pushed herself out of the chair, finding that the legs she was standing on were slightly shaky. He moved to stand in front of her and wrapped the long, thin fingers of his right hand firmly around her chin. He jerked her chin up sharply and she found herself looking into his face, those fierce, black eyes of his blazing into hers.
"Is your answer still yes?" he asked, his voice soft and silky.
She nodded.
"Say it!" he ordered.
"Yes," she replied.
He stroked her chin firmly with his thumb. "Yes, what?" he prompted.
"Yes, I want you to fuck me….now."
"Good." Snape’s lips curled up slightly as he nodded and bent his face closer to hers.
She closed her eyes again and leaned towards him with her face raised, wondering what it was going to be like to feel his lips upon her. But the seconds ticked off, and still he did not meet her lips. Instead, she felt his breath drift across her face as he chuckled softly.
She opened her eyes and stared at him as he stood bending over her, his mouth less than an inch away from hers. His eyes were open, his mouth twisted into a derisive grin as he cocked his left eyebrow.
"Come now, Miss Harrison. Are you really expecting something as banal as a kiss?" he admonished her mockingly.
He relinquished his tight grip on her chin, drawing his hand upward to caress her gently on her cheek. His smile grew wider. "I’m afraid if you want that little reward, you’re going to have to earn it."
Abruptly, he dropped his hand and moved off to her side. "You requested a fuck. Not a kiss," he sneered.
She felt an uncomfortable warmth as a deep blush spread upon her cheeks. She dropped her eyes and studied the pattern of the carpet again.
He gestured at her to move forward. "Stand in front of the desk," he ordered.
She took a few steps forward and glanced again at the smooth, completely clear surface of the desktop. Unbidden memories of her erotic dreams of the past week flashed through her mind, scenes of her lying upon the top of a table in Potions class, her legs spread wide while his long tongue and insistent hands pleasured her. Her mind snapped back to the present as she felt him move silently behind her.
He towered over her and she could feel the slight brush of his body against the back of her hair. After a moment, he leaned forward and whispered, his breath hot upon her neck. "Put your hands on the desk. Palms flat on the surface, please."
She hesitated for just a moment and then placed her hands on the desk, marveling vaguely at how cool and smooth the gleaming, polished surface felt against the soft skin of her palms. She caught her breath as she felt the fingers of his right hand run up and down her spine for a moment, and then he brought both hands forward to lightly stroke down the sides of her body from her shoulder to her thigh. After a moment, his hands moved slowly back up to her shoulders and this time he moved them to stroke down and up her arms. Then he repeated the cycle-moving down and up her body and down and up her arms in a caress that was simultaneously calming and teasing. At the same time, he was moving closer and closer to her until his body was tightly pressed against her back. She felt a hardness that she assumed was his erection dig into the small of his back. Her nose caught the faint scent of a decidedly musky odor. Whether it was emanating from herself, from Snape, or from both of them, she wasn’t sure.
She closed her eyes again and willed herself to relax into the embrace. Snape smiled as he heard a soft murmur of pleasure arise from her throat. He moved his hands up to caress her neck and face for a moment, and then he dropped them lightly upon her hips. She glanced down and saw his long fingers flexing and twining as he gathered up the abundant fabric of her robe and brought it up above her waist. Helena raised her hands off of the desk, wanting to help him remove the garment, and he abruptly stopped.
"Keep your hands on the desk, Miss Harrison!" he warned.
"But," she sputtered in confusion.
He pushed the gathered folds of the garment in front of her and pressed her firmly against the side of the desk, trapping the material into an untidy heap. "There’s no need to remove your robe," he assured her, mockingly. "We can accomplish this little enterprise without either one of us getting completely undressed. Just a nice, quick, hard fuck, after all."
He glanced down at what she was wearing and snickered. "It was very thoughtful of you to wear loafers and knee socks today. That will simplify matters enormously."
She gulped. Then she felt his hands running up and down her arms again. "Now, please, put your hands back where they belong."
She hesitated and for a moment, his gentle stroking stopped.
"Do you want me to continue, Miss Harrison?" Again, that tone of voice as if he were asking her whether or not she would like another cup of tea.
"Yes," she replied, her voice whispery and pleading. She had hidden the truth for so long-from herself, from her friends and especially from him. How strange and yet how liberating if felt to let him know how desperately she wanted this.
"Well," he murmured, his fingertips brushing every so slightly against her again. "Then I suggest that you put your hands back on the desk."
She stared down at the heap formed by her robe lying bunched on the desk in front of her, and slowly moved to place a hand on either side of the small hill of black cloth. As she did so, he brought his hands around her, slowly moving them up to caress her breasts, cupping his hands around them and kneading them gently with his strong fingers as if he could feel her nipples through the fabric of her robe, blouse and bra. She leaned back against him again and he continued the motion of his hands while blowing softly against the skin of her cheek.
She finally moaned in response, and was disappointed to feel him immediately stop the caress.
"Oh, that’s right," he mocked. "You told me during the first session that you don’t like to be touched there, do you?"
She was unable to stop the soft cry of frustration from arose from her throat. His silky voice continued, "Though perhaps you find my touch rather more enjoyable than Mr. Grammis’ crude pawing? But, I’m afraid I can’t waste too much time on preliminaries."
He laughed softly and dropped his hands to her waist. She felt his hands move to the waistband of the plaid wool skirt she was wearing. It took him only a moment to release the button at the top, and a few seconds later she heard the soft whisper of the zipper being opened and felt her skirt falling to the floor. Immediately afterward, she felt his warm, strong hands reaching up along her thighs to burrow under the soft, silky fabric of her panties. Helena caught in her breath again as he tugged forcefully at them until they too slid down her legs and lay on the floor. She was vaguely aware of the feel of her cotton blouse against the top of her bare buttocks before it was replaced by the feeling of Snape’s clothing as he moved to rub against her. Even through his heavy layers of fabric, she could feel a definite hardness as he brushed back and forth. Suddenly, he moved away from her, breaking the contact.
"Step out of them," he whispered, an unusual huskiness present in his voice.
Dumbly, she lifted her legs one at a time, freeing her feet from the discarded garments. He used his own feet to kick them impatiently out of the way and nudged her legs further apart. He placed his left hand on her hip and used his right hand to move slowly along the velvety skin of her inner thighs, teasing and caressing until he came to her soft, moist mound of pubic hair. He moved his hand upward, softly pushing against her glistening labia with his fingertips, touching and stroking her pussy in small, experimental motions. She moaned again, and heard him laugh again in that quiet, mocking manner.
"You seem to be quite ready for me, Miss Harrison. Nice and wet."
He pushed his index finger into her and probed gently. "Hmm, are you sure you can accommodate me, though?" He withdrew his finger for a moment, and then she felt him reenter her, using two fingers this time.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to allow him to probe inside her, trying to get used to the feeling of another person’s body inside that most private place. For a moment he continued to slowly move his fingers back and forth, her wetness allowing him to move easily. She found herself beginning to enjoy the sensation and had just begun to rock back and forth in rhythm with him, when he suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Shall we try another?"
This time, he thrust three of his long fingers into her. She gasped and felt the walls of her vagina contract involuntarily, unused to the tightness he was inducing inside her.
"I assure you, you were quite mistaken in that particular part of your portrait of me," he taunted. He was flexing his fingers now, thrusting painfully into her and stretching the tight walls of her opening as he spoke. "My prick is going to feel a lot bigger than this. Particularly since this is your first time."
Abruptly, he removed his fingers from her and moved again to stroke her pussy with the palm of his hand. "Don’t worry, I’ll give you a little pleasure first," he assured her in that soft, scornful tone, as he brushed her hair to the side and trailed his tongue lightly against the skin of her neck. She gratefully relaxed against him and then sucked in her breath as his fingertips sought and found the hard, tender mound of her clitoris. He stroked expertly, teasing her with his fingertips as his tongue snaked out of his mouth and flicked against the soft skin of her upper neck.
She longed to bring her hands off of the desk and return his embrace, but knew instinctively that he would once again break off contact with her should she shift from her position. She groaned in pleasure as he continued to stroke her, achingly aware of how hard and pointed her nipples were becoming, wishing that he would touch her again there, too. She started to move her body back and forth against the sweet friction of his skin, murmuring soft sounds of delight as he stroked the sensitive nub of flesh.
Again, to her disappointment, his right hand abruptly stopped its ministrations. This time, however, she heard vague, soft sounds behind her as he undid his own clothing. His left hand pressed down upon the small of her back, bending her at the waist and forcing her to lean down onto the desk. A moment later she felt something moist trail along her inner thigh and he moved his left arm to circle around her waist and pull her closer to him, nudging her legs further apart. Then she felt the tip of his cock gently teasing her as he positioned himself to enter her.
He shifted his weight and she felt an unexpected pressure as he inserted the tip of his throbbing prick into her, and she felt the muscles of her vagina begin to tense up again, in anticipation of the discomfort she expected to feel.
"Relax," he hissed, stopping for a moment. He moved his right hand down to help guide himself in and used his left hand to push her further down on the desk. After a moment, she managed to control the urge to tighten against him and he shoved further in, her muscles going into an uncomfortable spasm as he penetrated her completely. He placed his hands on her hips and began to withdraw his prick slowly for a moment before suddenly plunging deeply into her again. She sucked in her breath and chewed on her lower lip to keep from crying out in pain.
"Hurts, does it?" his voice was cruel and mocking. "I told you that your drawing was in error." He stroked out and in again. Either he was being a little gentler this time, or her muscles were getting used enough to the unfamiliar sensation, but it was not quite as painful now. She felt his hands move up underneath her robe and blouse to caress the skin of her back and shoulders.
"Do try and get comfortable, Miss Harrison." The huskiness in his voice was even more evident now and she could also hear small grunts and sighs as he moved in and out. "You’re the first fuck I’ve had for quite a while. And you’re so delightfully wet and---tight!" He thrust very deeply into her as he spat out that word, and this time she could not restrain from crying out. "I don’t intend to rush this."
For a few minutes she concentrated on trying to not fight against him, vaguely aware of the soft creaking sound of the desk underneath her as he thrust back and forth within her. She found herself able to relax a little as his strokes gradually fell into more of a steady rhythm and his hands continued to move tenderly up and down her back.
Snape smiled in triumph as he felt her muscles lose their initial tenseness, and he decided to reward her. He moved his hands beneath her, pushing her bra up to free her ample breasts. Cupping his hands around them, he used his forefingers and thumbs to rub and squeeze at her nipples as he stroked. He could feel her already hardened nipples stiffen even more in response to his touch. She moaned softly and her fingers twitched spasmodically as her body responded to the sensations his body was evoking from her.
"Are you starting to like this?"
"Yes," she whimpered. Again, she heard him laugh softly.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on his own pleasure, enjoying the smooth tightness of her cunt, the firmness of her breasts in his hands and glorying in the feeling of absolute power he had over her. As much as he had anticipated this joining, this was even better than he had expected. His thrusting deepened and quickened and he found himself edging closer and closer to climaxing.
He abruptly stopped and she made a quiet sound of protest as he dropped his hands away from her. He was not sure if it was because she had really started to enjoy the movement, or if she had been hoping he would climax quickly and release her. He closed his eyes and gulped in air, and gradually became aware of the cheers and yells of the spectators wafting in from the Quidditch field.
"Potter is probably giving the crowd quite a show again," he thought. The thought of his nemesis in triumph was enough to get him safely from the edge of an orgasm for a moment. He opened his eyes and gazed down at the girl beneath him again. Her eyes were closed again, her face turned at a rather uncomfortable angle to the right. Her fingers continued to move gently against the surface of the desk, as if she were unable to control them. He wondered if it was a gesture of pain or pleasure. He studied her for a moment, and then placed his hands on her buttocks and pulled his still fully erect prick out of her.
"Turn over," he commanded.
"Are you, did I-" she began, confused.
She felt his hand caress her hip. "Please." It still seemed an order, rather than a request, but there was the slightest touch of tenderness in his tone.
She awkwardly began to push herself up off the desk, and he finally reached down to assist her. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around to face him, his erection throbbing against her for a moment while he looked over her shoulder and muttered a charm. Then she felt his nimble fingers undoing the buttons of her robe and the blouse underneath it, roughly pushing the cloth aside so that her naked breasts were exposed to him. As he laid her back down, she realized that a soft pad had appeared on the desktop, cushioning the painfully hard surface for her.
Once she was on her back, he moved his hand in between her legs to caress her again, gently stroking at her tender bud until she began to respond once more to his touch. He used the fingers of his left hand to fondle her naked breasts as he continued to stroke her clitoris with his right hand. She drew her knees up, spreading her legs wide as he moved to gently insert his middle finger into her, while continuing to tease her clit with his strong thumb. She moved both of her hands to caress his left arm as he moved his hand back and forth across her breasts.
As he massaged and kneaded her, she glanced down at his long, thick cock, still hard and gleaming with her own wetness and blood. It stood out in vivid contrast against the black fabric of the clothing he still wore.
***My god, he is huge. No wonder it hurt like hell. And no wonder that he was pissed about my stupid picture.***
She raised her eyes and stared up into his face as he gazed intently at her, his sharp black eyes and sensitive fingertips registering every signal of which of his movements were most pleasing for her. Finally, the sensations of pleasure became too intense for her, and she closed her eyes and threw back her head, surrendering herself to him completely. She released her grip on his arm and her hands began to grasp and claw at the pad she was lying on as the delicious intensity of her enjoyment mounted. Suddenly, she felt his hot, hungry mouth closing around her left nipple, teasing it at with his teeth, drawing it deep into his mouth as he sucked on it forcefully. This additional sensation was enough to drive her over the edge, and he felt her jerk and spasm underneath him, having no doubt this time that her cry was due to an orgasm. He opened his mouth and allowed her nipple to slide out. For a few moments he remained motionless, waiting for the wave to subside. Then he suddenly grasped her legs and pulled her towards the edge of desk, preparing to enter her again.
She kept her eyes closed as he penetrated her, but it did not seem to be as painful for her now. He was much gentler this time, pushing slowly in and using his right hand to gently caress the skin of her hip and thigh as he stroked. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, raising her slightly and she found that the slight angle afforded a much more comfortable position and allowed his prick to glide quite pleasurably against her clit as he moved in and out. She opened her eyes and dared to look up at him again as he thrust, and found his glittering black eyes still locked upon her own face. There was sweat running down his brow, and a few stray locks of his long black hair were now plastered across his forehead. His mouth was open and he grimaced as his lust grunts punctuated the smooth, rapidly quickening pace of his strokes. Suddenly, he moved his right hand up to her shoulder and grasped it in a painful grip as he closed his eyes and snapped his head back. He growled in a deep groan of pleasure and she felt him plunge deeply into her, his cock throbbing and erupting a flood of semen into her.
She continued to stare up at him. He stood with his eyes closed, breathing in and out in quick, gasping breaths. He had released his grip from her shoulder, and she could feel a trickle of liquid beginning to flow down her thighs as his member shrank inside her. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and smirked down at her again before swiftly moving to completely withdraw himself from her. He quickly rearranged his robes to cover himself thoroughly. As his breathing deepened and softened, she became aware that the shouts and cries from the Quidditch stands were once more filtering into the room.
"Well, I doubt that was quite as pleasurable as your fantasies were," His ugly grin was fully in place again as he raked his black eyes up and down her body. "But, did you like that, Miss Harrison?"
"I liked parts of it," she whispered, struggling to pull her robe around her while simultaneously attempting, none too gracefully, to get off of the desk.
He laughed harshly. "Well, that’s a much more honest response than most men get. But, of course, you don’t have much choice in the matter do you?" He reached down to assist her up. As she stood up, she felt an uncomfortable stickiness run down her thighs.
Snape bent down to pick up her discarded skirt and panties from the floor and tossed them to her. "You know where the bathroom is. I suggest you clean yourself up before you get dressed and leave." His voice was cold and impersonal.
The girl nodded wordlessly and disappeared through the door of the bathroom. Snape could here the faint sounds of water running in the sink and the toilet flushing as he busied himself with the task of cleaning himself up and restoring the room to its usual appearance.
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