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Treasure Falls	By : WinterRaven Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Lily Views: 11439 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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III. Control

The realization hit them hard, like a startling burn deep inside the soul. Lily pulled herself off of Snape, embarrassed almost, her face flushed crimson. She rushed across the room to grab her discarded clothes and garbed herself once more. Snape sat stupidly on the chair where they had just had sex, the leftover feel of her tightness still lingering over his now flaccid member. It was with great trepediation that he pulled his boxers and pants back on. Lily had thrown herself on his bed, her beautiful face in her hands. Snape wasn't sure if she was crying.
"How did we not realize this last night?" she whimpered, her voice shaking. "Sev, this was so stupid."
He froze, unable to speak. So now he knew: she regretted being with him... How could he have hoped for anything different? How could they have thrown all logic aside, not used some form of protection? He and Lily were Muggle born after all and there were plenty of ways to have barricaded his seed from her willing womb.
She removed her head from her hands and looked at him with pleading eyes.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered; her green eyes were huge, swimming with tears of worry.
"We shouldn't panic," he managed to whisper back but his advice was no good; he felt the fear rising in him, frothing angrily.
How could we have been so careless? he thought, shutting his eyes, steeling himself against the gravity of the situation.
"I suppose all we can do is wait and see... what--what happens," he said lamely.
He wanted desperately to give her words of comfort, to tell her everything would be okay, that there was no way on this earth that she could be pregnant, no chance at all. He glanced down at his lap, disconnected images of Lily flooded his brain despite the desperation of the situation -- her body, moving on his, her head thrown back in pleasure, her breasts bouncing by his lips, so needy. He felt the twinge of arousal in his groin, recklessness taking over once more. Who cares if she's pregnant? he thought wildly; he felt ashamed. His eyes locked on hers again and she seemed to understand what he was thinking just by looking at him. She seemed afraid at his newly emerging lust, his impulsiveness. She stood from the bed.
"I think I should go home," she said, trying to keep her voice even. They did not stop looking at each other.
He imagined her splayed on his bed again, maybe the floor, as he took her roughly. He would make her completely his. Perhaps if she was pregnant... perhaps they would stay bound together forever. He knew the thought was sick, the idea of owning her, but he had been alone for so long, had loved her for most of his life; he couldn't imagine his existence without her. Now that they had been together, he couldn't quite bear the thought of spending his life in solitude again, not being able to wake next to her warm, soft body, smell her deeply sweet scent, kiss her lips, possess her every night...
"Don't go," he said to her; he still remained seated. He didn't trust himself to move, afraid he might pounce and pin her to him, coax her into conceding to his need.
She seemed conflicted; half of her was edging to get to the other and the other half seemed mesmerised by his desperate gaze, as if she had never seen anyone who wanted her so much, almost as if she couldn't resist the same sick ideas that were popping into his head. He knew he would be taking advantage of her if he did this, but he thought of James Potter, the fool who had let her go, and couldn't help but think that fate had finally pushed him and Lily together, that this was destiny's plan all along.
Lily made up her mind; she walked back to him, slowly, cautiously, staring at him, not blinking. Her body was trembling, with fear or need, he wasn't sure. There was his hardness again, pressing insistently against his pants, throbbing, almost drawing her to him.
"Sev," she said, her eyes flashing. "Sev, I don't know what to do."
I do, he thought, his mind wild again. He saw himself standing up and shoving himself deep inside of her, saw her moaning underneath him, desperate for him, unable to resist him but the mad fantasy was pushed away when he saw her crying. He stood up at last but didn't follow through with the need that was testing all the self control he had ever mustered in his lifetime. He held her in a tight hug and tried to kiss her tears away but she moved her head from him in a flash, as if disgusted with herself.
He felt color rising in his face and he let go, turning around without another word. He needed a distraction, so he strode to the bathroom and announced he was going to wash himself.
As he stood underneath the steam of the hot water, the shower drenching him like rain during a storm, he moved his hands up and down his dripping shaft. His back was against the wall and he was panting; he knew she hadn't left; he didn't hear his door open or close. She was still there and he had to release his need before talking to her again.
She's mine, he thought in his haze of lust. He imagined suckling her breasts again, so soft and pliable under his touch and he thought again of her wetness. Now with more daring, he thought of spreading her pussy lips apart, plunging his tongue inside, taking her in the most intimate way he could think of. The thought filled him with fear and incredible arousal. Two days ago, he had been a hopeless virgin, never even having shared a kiss, and now he was thinking filthier thoughts that he ever had before.
He jumped however, when she heard him call out his name softly. He jolted, realizing he had been in the shower for far too long to not cause suspicion.
"Are you okay in there?" she whispered. She was close, right next to the curtains.
"Yes. Fine," he lied with a stammer.
But she knew he was trying to deceive her.
"You were never a good liar with me," she whispered. Her voice was barely loud enough to hear through the rush of cascading water.
Snape gulped; another, unwanted image flooded forth. Her, pressed against the shower wall, back to him as he took her from behind, muttering obscene things in her ear, having her declare she was his.
"I'll be out in a moment," he told her, struggling to keep his voice even. To his horror, he saw Lily's fingers curling around the edge of the shower curtain as if about to pull it open. He tried to tell her not to, but before he could get a word in edgewise, her head was peeking through, curious and nervous, perhaps worried that he was self harming. He groaned. Her eyes flickered to his erection, the tip of his cock purple with arousal. She gave a small "Oh!" of shock and turned bright red.
"Get out," he said; he couldn't help how deep and husky his voice sounded.
But she didn't move; again, there was that fleeing confusion in her face, the conflict, the push and the need and the repulsion. She said his name and her voice was strangled and his control broke.
He grabbed her arm with such force that she knocked her knees against the edge of the bathtub, gasping the whole way. He threw her full body against the wall, brushing his long, wet hair from his eyes. They were facing away from the spray of the hot water. Her chest was heaving, her clothes soaking through.
"I want you to be mine," he gasped before he could control the words.
"What?" she whimpered, terrified and confused; her eyes kept darting from his face to the gap in the shower curtains. The steam of the hot shower seemed to be putting her in a stupor.
"You heard me," he said, pressing himself against her, his erection brushing against the soaking material of her pants. "Promise me you'll me mine."
"Sev... I--how can you expect me to do that?" she said, her voice now stronger, almost angry. He didn't flinch this time at the rough look she gave him.
"If you're pregnant," he said, moving his lips closer to her trembling mouth, "then you're mine, aren't you?"
Her eyes closed as if horrified.
"In a way, I am, yes," she responded truthfully.
Snape felt his heart explode in his chest, overcome by many feelings at once: uncontrollable lust, elation, some nervousness. He could hardly believe that she had said yes, however tentative.
He slammed his mouth against hers without another word and he felt her struggling against him. He pulled away quickly, sickened with himself. No, he thought. I will not take her against her will. She was breathing hard through her flared nostrils and her shaking hands moved to his shoulders, brushing over the scars on his arms. She seemed captured by the evidence of his pain, and perhaps it was the guilt in knowing that she was the cause of his scars that allowed her to return his next kiss, softer this time.
Off came her garments, thrown carelessly to the floor of the tub, soaking even more with the water washing down on them. Her hands ran over his chest, stroked his cock and he turned her around so that she was pressed against the wall, just like he had imagined. His hands were on her hips, steadying himself and with one strong movement, he slipped inside her to the hilt.
She was half in protest, half conceding to his cock. She was babbling nonsense things and kept pushing her pussy back against him, swallowing him whole, and he thrust wildly, determined to fill her with his cum, to ensure, in a twisted way, that she become pregnant and did bind herself to him. They were both overwhelmed by the recklessness and lust and dirtiness of what they were doing, and it was the fact that their sex was so wrong that made them continue. But beneath all of madness, there was love on Snape's part; it was his adoration that kept him from pummeling her into full submission, love that allowed him to slow down and reach around to grab her breasts, fondle them softly and gently press his palm against the place that she knew where her heart was. He felt it beating beneath his touch, fast; her head fell back against his shoulder. She whispered his name into the steam of the shower.
He rained kisses down her neck, stopping to bite once or twice; she moaned at the feeling and his cock pulsed harder, throbbing in tempo with the wet walls of her pussy. He knew she wanted him to fill her too, perhaps some part of her even wanted to be bound to him. He groaned against her neck, licking the places where he had bitten. His fingers were gently twisting her nipples. He knew he was close; he felt the familiar warm coiling in his lower half and he knew he was going to cum harder than he ever had in his life.
"You're going to take all of my cum. Do you understand?" he murmured in her ear, his voice husky and low. She nodded helplessly, overcome with need. "You're going to let it sit inside of you. You're going to let it make you mine."
"Yes," she hissed. "I will."
Her eyes were closed and she thrust against him harder, the sound of their slapping skin echoing throughout the bathroom.
She was completely lost, taken over by him. He moved in her slick tightness, getting closer and closer, more excited as he knew this was it, her agreement was binding. He grabbed her hips and bent her lower, so that she was at a ninety-degree angle, kept propped up by her trembling arms outstretched against the wall. He had better access this way, knew that in this position he would fill her up completely, deeply. He spread her legs wider, groaning as he pulled himself in and out. His balls rubbed against her and she was overwhelmed, reduced to begging for his release.
He shoved two of his fingers in her open mouth and commanded her to suck on them. She did obligingly. He felt electricity shoot to his groin; in the back of his mind he made a note to have her on her knees next, suckling his cock between her lips, swallowing him whole. He clearly envisioned fucking her face, holding her head steady as his balls slapped against her chin...
He wanted to stop himself from cumming but the thought of her worshipping his cock sent him over the edge. He gave his seed to her, one hand clapped over his mouth to stifle the scream. He was dizzy and suddenly weak, his thighs trembling as though he had run a race. Every last bit of his cum pulsed from him, filling her with so much and so deeply that some of it oozed sensually from her, spilling down the curve of her legs. He didn't move at all and when she tried to wriggle from him, he held her in place.
No, no, not yet, he thought.
He was shocked to find that his cock barely softened. She noticed this too; in spite of her better judgment, she began to thrust back against him slowly, tentatively, as if she couldn't believe that he still wanted more. But he did and soon he found himself pounding into her again, pushing her lower and lower against the wall so that her ass stuck up in the air. His knees were trembling so much that he wondered if he would collapse.
He slipped out of her unexpectedly and she groaned at the loss. He grabbed her roughly and turned her around to face him. He plunged his tongue into her mouth. Every part of her was his now. She was moaning wildly and he paused, taking a good look at her debauchery. Never could he have imagined Lily Evans this lustful and reckless; her lips were red with the aftershock of their kisses. Snape toyed with her erect nipples, watching as her head fell back to the wall, eyes shut tight.
His hands were on top of her head and they switched positions so now his back was pressed against the wall. She sank to her knees and looked at his hardness apprehensively. She was eye level with it and nervously, stuck out her tongue to swipe away a bead of precum at the tip. Snape groaned; he grabbed the base of his cock and slid it into her mouth. She gasped around it, the vibrations jolting up his spine.
Mine, he thought again.
Just like in his fantasy, he took hold of Lily's head and slowly began to thrust his cock in and out of her supple mouth. He was shocked to find her so willing to comply; her hands steadied herself by clutching his hips and soon, he was pistoning himself, her lips suckling hard, just like he imagined.
He begged her to touch herself and watched, entranced as one of her hands slipped lower and lower. His eyes were on her fingers, dipping inside of her folds, toying with her clit. She screamed around his cock when she came, her whole body shaking, the sound of her pleasure muffled as he moved in and out of her. He knew he was close again; he yanked her up hard, flipped her against the wall and emptied himself inside of her willing channel. He couldn't help but admire his seed dribbling from her throbbing, swollen pussy.
She turned her head to look at him and they both knew at that moment, that he claimed her. She had wanted him to. She would be bearing his child.

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