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Persistent Hunger	By : hot_stuff11 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5284 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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He was bent over his desk, divested of his usual voluminous teaching robes, and clad simply in shirtsleeves and black trousers. Groaning, he passed a hand over his eyes, moving to rub his throbbing temples as he graded the drivel his students tried to pass off as essays, when a slightly hesitant knock sounded at his office door.

"Enter," he ground out, irritated at the impending interruption, and wondering briefly who it was. No student in all his years of teaching had ever taken advantage of his open office hours on weekday evenings, which were provided solely because Albus required all teachers to provide students the opportunity to request help outside the more stressful atmosphere of the classroom. Snape certainly had no altruistic desire to make himself available, especially as he firmly believed most of his potions students to be beyond his or anyone else's help. A lesser man's temper, frayed thin by the day's frustration, would have snapped at the interruption. Snape had a much tighter grip on himself than did most men, but even his self-control was sorely tried at the sight that met his eyes when he looked up.

There stood Miss Ambrosio, wrapped in an emerald green silk cloak. As he watched silently, she let the garment slip from her shoulders to pool at her feet. Despite himself, Snape let his eyes rake swiftly over the plump round breasts spilling out of a moss green bra so skimpy he could just make out the rosiness of her areolae. A slim waist flared to softly rounded hips, and downy curls peeked out at him from the sides of an unbelievably tiny pair of panties. His cock sprang instantly to attention, and his earlier hunger, momentarily forgotten as he forced himself to focus on grading, returned in force. He curled his hands into fists at his sides. It was with a distinct effort that he brought his smoky dark gaze back to her face.

"I thought we should discuss what happened in class this afternoon," she said.

In a flash, he was standing, tall and imposing, features drawn into a near grimace at the brazen forwardness which, unlike her body, did nothing for him. Snape had always liked his women submissive.

"Did you indeed?" he hissed at her, not caring that his erection was obvious. The girl had the allure of a veela, and was standing before him in goddamned lingerie; that she had managed to arouse him should scarcely be of note, and yet he saw her long-lashed eyes sweep over his crotch, and a pink flush color her cheeks as she unconsciously licked her lips.

"Come now, Miss Ambrosio," he chided, his voice rather huskier than usual, although the sneering undertones were still very much present. "Don't be coy; it doesn't suit you." It certainly suited him. This new, silent version was much more to his taste.

He had stepped around his desk, and was slowly backing her towards the nearest side wall of his office. She started when she felt the cold stone on her back, and simply looked up at him as he stood before her. He didn't touch her, didn't look down, knowing that if he did so, all attempts at self-control would be effectively routed. As it was, the delicious scent of her was filling the air, delicate and fresh, lightening the stale atmosphere of the dungeon office, and feeding the dangerous hunger that was never far from the surface of his mind.

"We both know you aren't that retiring sort of girl. You, it would seem, are the sort of girl who enters her professor's office with the sole intent of seduction." His fingertips slid down her throat, tracing a southward path. With a swift movement of his wrist, he jerked down her right bra cup, freeing her heavy breast, and the girl moaned softly as he flicked the tight, pink nipple.

"Isn't that right, Miss Ambrosio? Pray tell me, girl, what kind of man do you think I am?" he questioned her almost disinterestedly, continuing to roll the nipple between his finger and thumb, watching her press herself against the wall as her head tilted back with the pleasure of it.

"Do you think I would be a considerate lover?" he asked, lowering his head intimately to her cheek. Her breathing hitched as he bent further, grazing his lips over the sensitive juncture of throat and shoulder, and suppressing a shudder as he sucked at her pounding pulse.

"Do you think I would hold you close and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as I pushed gently into your tight little body?"

The delicious sounds she was making under the influence of his rough, rich voice were pushing his simmering blood to a full boil, but he kept his composure as she shook her head soundlessly.

"No?" he responded. "Perhaps you would prefer it if I slammed you up against this wall and fucked you like the slut you are?" Her little whimper interrupted him. "Or perhaps you would rather I pinned you down to my desk and pounded into you till you forgot your own name?"

His fingers slid down her body, over the taut young stomach, and over the satiny seam of her panties, feeling and noting the soaked material.

"Oh yes, you like that, don't you?" he muttered roughly into her ear, almost to himself, sliding two fingers underneath her panties and dipping into her already creamy slit. She cried out under his ministrations, rubbing herself frantically against his hand, trying to stimulate her clit. When she reached eagerly for the bulge in his trousers, he brushed her hand aside with a snarl. Wrapping his hand around her throat, he applied just enough pressure to lighten her consciousness, and pressed the full length of his hard body against her at last, pinning her to the wall.

"You have been remarkably quiet, Miss Ambrosio," he remarked, as casually as if he was not flush against her, erection throbbing against her stomach.

"I have asked you numerous questions, and have failed to elicit a response. Of the intelligible variety, that is," he added, smirking. "Let's start with the first one, shall we?"

"You were lying," she managed before he could taunt her further.

"Was I, Miss Ambrosio?" He rewarded her cooperation with the lightest brush of his knuckles over her clitoris, chuckling darkly as she bit back a scream. "Pray enlighten me further."

"In class," she panted. "You said you weren't interested, but you were lying."

"Do go on," he grunted, trying to ignore her mouth watering scent, and focusing on stimulating her folds in just such a way that she writhed against him. He hissed inwardly as her undulating curves abraded his cock in the most maddening fashion.

"I have no idea what sort of man you truly are, but I do know you would make me come harder than I ever have in my life."

He laughed softly.

"Insolent, presumptuous girl. How can you possibly know that?"

"I just do," she whispered softly. "And it's all I can think about, all fucking day."

"Language, Miss Ambrosio," he purred dangerously. "Let's stopper that filthy mouth, shall we?" He brought his slick fingers to her pink lips, tracing the dainty outlines. Something inside him snapped as she sucked her juices sensually off his fingertips, and he fisted a hand in her hair, swinging her around and slamming her brutally facedown on his desk. She squealed in shock as he bent over her, ripping and tearing at her panties.

"You skipped a question, little slut," he rasped into her ear, yanking hard at his belt, and kicking her legs apart. "Do you want me to ravage you?"

In answer, she bucked up against him, crying out as the thick head of his cock slipped along her sodden slit.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" he snarled, tugging at her hair. "I didn't quite catch that."

"Please!" broke out of her in a ragged gasp. "Please, Professor!"

He would have taunted her further, but he couldn't wait one minute longer. With a low groan, he buried himself to the hilt in her molten tightness, tearing screams from her, and simultaneously sank his teeth into that creamy, deliciously scented neck.

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With a growl of frustration, Snape woke, drenched in sweat. The atmosphere in the classroom was stifling, he had a crick in his neck from the awkward position in which he had fallen asleep, and it felt as though his entire body was on fire. Jerking open his fly, he pulled out his engorged cock, fisting his hand around the base and beginning to pump slowly. It was going to be a sleepless night, he thought to himself as he stroked his thickened length, erratic bits of his dream floating in his mind's eye like tattered pennants, fueling his lust. It only took a few hard tugs before he spilled onto his stomach, clenching his teeth on a groan. No point trying to go back to sleep now. After a few moments, he rose, took a shower of the colder variety, and poured himself another generous drink, before getting a head start on fine tuning the lesson plans for his first class of the following day: seventh year Slytherin and Gryffindor double Potions.
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