• 1-Deep Down in the Dungeons

Deep Down in the Dungeons

Red stained the dungeon floor, making her heart beat faster
as she walked deeper into enemy territory. He
had been sending her notes for two months, but after all that time she had not
been able to deduce who he was and why he sent them. In the letters he had
wrote she was beautiful, shining from afar. His elegant mannerism had drawn her
to the faceless man of the letters, although it probably wasn’t for her own
good.

Lately the letters had become more poetic and earnest. He wanted
to talk to her, face to face, and she had agreed, telling no one, since
Angelina and Alicia had been apprehensive since the first note and the boys had
downright laughed at her blissful eyes as she received a new letter.

So now she stood, in the room of their desired meeting spot
and all she saw was red. It covered the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Her eyes
flew around, searching for the source of colour but she didn’t see it. No one
was there, and the room was empty except for a small, stone archway leading
deeper into the dungeons.

Katie was scared. She wasn’t sure whether to walk away or go
through the arch and see if her mystery man was hurt, fled into the deep of the
dungeons for some reason. Then she noticed the smell. It smelled like blood, flesh
blood. She remembered the smell from her childhood, her father had been a
muggle, a butcher by profession, and as a child she had sat in the corner of
the shop, idolizing her fatherhe che cut poultry for his customers. When asked
what she wanted to be, little Katie had always replied, “A butcher,” thus
embarrassing her mother, a social climber.

Suddenly she heard a noise, quiet as a drop of a pin,
startling Katie all the same. “Whose there?” she asked into the room, looking
around, seeing no one.

“You sound tense,” a velvety voice commented from the
darkness, below the arch.

Spinning around Katie turned to Marcus Flint of Slytherin
grinning at her. Surprise in her eyes, Katie quickly took a step towards the
door but Marcus’ wand was out, with the murmur of a few words the only way out
of the room was the arch behind him.

“Flint,” Katie
uttered with surprise, looking the ex-Slytherin up and down. “What are you
doing here?”

Marcus Flint grinned again, his troll-like teeth gleaming in
the grim light. A flutter went through Katie’s heart, for some reason those
teeth seemed appealing and she wondered what it would be like to kiss a man
like Flint? He seemed so animal;
would his kisses be the same or would be sweet and gentle?

“Well, Bell,” Flint’s
voice interrupting her thoughts. “I’m here for you,” he told her in a sensual
voice as he took a step towards the frightened Miss Bell.

“Me?” Katie was confused. What did he want with her?

Marcus laughed, seeing confusion written on the young
woman’s face. “What’s wrong with you? I think you’re a splendid prize.”

“I’m no one’s prize,” Katie replied in a harsh voice and
Marcus laughed, stepping towards her and pushing her against the magical wall
to where the door had once been.

“I beg to differ,” Flint
whispered as his hand flew over the front Katie’s robes, slowly working each
button open, one at a time. As soon as every button was unhinged from its slot
he started to slide the fabric off shacking shoulders and soon the robes lay in
a pile at their feet. “Calm down, little Bell,” he whispered, his voice close
to her ear, so close that he almost ran his tongue along the side of her neck…
almost.

“Someone will find us,” Katie said in the strongest voice
she could summon but it was little more than a squeak.

Marcus chuckled softly. “But when they do it’ll be too
late.”

And with that his rough lips pressed hard against, his
tongue seeking entry into her mouth as he stroked the bottom of her breast with
a calloused hand. Against him Katie whimpered, attempting to pull away from the
man whose bulk crushed her against the wall. But his kiss was addicting and
soon she was fighting not to respond. Finally, her lips open slightly, allowing
Marcus access into her mouth and she started to kiss back, beginning a fury of kissing
and stroking as they started to sink to the floor.

Hands slunk beneath the bottom of her shirt and soon they
worked their way up, massaging Katie’s nipples through her thin bra. “Why are
you doing this?” Katie moaned against his mouth but he didn’t reply, but pulled
the shirt over her head before tossing it off, his own shirt soon following.
“Marcus, she moaned as a hand slipped into the bra, stroking and pinching.
Groaning as he traced her body, her gentle fingers explored his body until the
reach their way to front of his pants. At that point, there was no way that she
wanted Marcus Flint to stop and walk away, so slowly she pulled off the button,
then pushed down his zipper, placing her hand over top of Marcus penis. He
groaned, his hands clasping the back of the bra with shacky fingers as he
unhooked it and threw it to the side and sucked Katie’s now pert nipple into
his mouth as his hands forced hers down to erection, pulling his pants off so
she could stroke him without restriction.

They were lost in a world of bliss; stroking, biting,
teasing. Finally Marcus once again found Katie’s mouth and instigated a searing
kiss, pulling at her skirt at the same time, palming his hands between her
legs. Slowly his hands inch towards the edge of her panties, causing Katie too
take a deep breath as fingers contacted skin. “Marcus,” she whispered, and
pulled away from her slightly, looking at the innocent girl below him on the
hard ground.

“So innocent,” he murmured, looking down at her, almost
lovingly as Katie skirmed below him, wanting his mouth against hers, his hands
on her.

Finally, Katie became infuriatingly frustrated with the
whole thing and pulled his back down against her, kissing him hard and sliding
her hand underneath his boxers and proceeded to stroke him quickly.

Marcus kissed her with just as much passion and slowly slide
her panties down her legs until she entirely naked. Katie moaned, feeling
Marcus’ hands delve between her thighs and suddenly a finger slipped into her
and she moaned lowly, and soon louder as he picked up the pace. “Marcus,” she
moaned, his names on her lips as another finger slipped in and she came closer
to orgasm. Her hands quickly left his dick and quickly stripped the last of his
clothing away. She could feel his fingers inside her all to well but suddenly
they disappeared.

Katie was about to moan in protest but suddenly his fingers
were replaced by his fully erect penis as he slide it into Katie as far as
possible before pulling it out and back in, going at a steady pace. “Katie,”
Marcus moaned against her hair, now soaking with sweat and she murmured a reply
as he delved quicker and quicker into her, building up pressure and quickening
the pace.

“Oh my god!” Katie found herself screaming, “Marcus!” Just
as she reached orgasm he spilled his load into her simutariously and callapsed
on top her, exhausted and panting.

They lay there for several minutes, silent until a banging
on the other side of the wall that had once been a door interrupted them and Marcus
rose to his feet, naked. “You’re leaving?” Katie asked feeling embarrassed as
she sat there in naked in front of a man who should have been her enemy.

Marcus laughed. “I didn’t expect you to be so willing but I
must go. We’ll have plenty of time in the future.”

Katie cocked an eyebrow. “The future?”

“I’ll meet you back here the same time next week,” he told
her with a laugh as he started to gather up his clothes to leave.

“Um… Flint,” she
asked, “why me?”

“So we’re back to Flint?”

“I don’t know. Just answer the question.”

Flint laughed
and replied casually, “Because you shine.” And with that he retrieved his wand
which had laid forgotten until that time and opened the door, leaving Katie
naked and confused on the floor.

Author’s Notes