Disclaimer:- I didn't invent any of the characters that I am going to use in my story. That honour belongs to J.K.Rowling.
Chapter 2 – Powerless to Resist
Parvati closed her eyes, concentrating. She put her hand onto the chair arm, and pushed herself off the seat. She wobbled where she stood, her hands moved to hold her head, massaging her temples. Her legs felt weak. Suddenly her knees gave way, and her body began to collapse to the dungeon floor. But there was no pain, no impact. Instead she felt hands, firm hands seizing her back, and pulling her back to her feet. Steadying her, one hand crept round her waist, the other rose to her face, touching her chin, and tilting her face gently upwards.
She opened her eyes to find herself face to face with Snape. His eyes gazed back at her. Instead of the usual sinister glare, they looked kind, caring…loving. She moved her lips, attempting to speak, but he placed a finger across them, to stop her. The tenderness of his skin touching her, caused tingles to run through the length of her body. Butterflies erupted in her stomach. She wanted him to hold her, to kiss her, to love her.
She was powerless to resist as he moved his mouth over hers, breathing softly on onto her lips. He felt her body quiver with anticipation, and let his mouth meet hers. Gently to begin with, their lips met. Eagerly she kissed him back. He kissed her more firmly now, holding her body close to his. Needing her, wanting her. She parted her lips, and swiftly his tongue slipped into the moisture and warmth inside her. Their tongues stroked each other, each exploring the other.
Her hands wrapped around his back. Pulling them closer together. Their kiss became more intense. They were devouring each other in their lust. Snape's hand worked it's way to the zip on her robes. Pulling it down, her ropes dropped down to the floor, and settled round her feet. Snape pulled away from their embrace, and holding the girl at arm's length, looked up and down her body. She wore nothing, but white underwear. A lacy bra enclosed her small, but perfectly rounded breasts. His eyes wandered down across her golden stomach, and reached her knickers, clinging tightly to her buttocks. He smiled appreciatively, and his eyes rose back to her face, glowing faintly in the torchlight. She nibbled down on her lip, nervously. He touched her lips again with his finger, and she smiled.
He let his hands fall and travel up and down her body, feeling the softness of her skin. Promptly his hands reached the class of her bra, and unhooking it, it fell to the floor amongst the robes. His hands swooped on the uncovered flesh. She tilted her head back as he pulled her body closer to his again, and his mouth finding hers. Closing her eyes, she let his hands caress her breasts. He held her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, until they began to grow with pleasure.
Feeling the change, he released himself from their kiss, and let his lips move down her chin, her neck, along her shoulders and down to her breasts. Desperately, urgently seeking. Keeping one hand around one, he let his mouth find her nipple, and began to suck, gently tugging on the tender flesh. The girl moaned in delight, letting her hands hold his head, moving her fingers through his jet black hair.
His grip on her body tightened, and the sucking on her breast began be came harder. Her breathing intensified. Suddenly he broke away, and pulled her to her knees on the stone floor. They knelt against each other, and she looked uncertainly into his eyes. He pulled her into an embrace with one hand, and with the other he waved his wand, conjuring blankets out of thin air, which positioned themselves on the floor.
Snape pushed the girl backwards onto the blankets, and she lay there all but naked gazing up at where her teacher was knelt. Slowly he lowered his body, so that he lay on his side next to her. He stroked her face, and kissed her passionately, holding her body, feeling the warmth of her skin through his robes. His hand continued to stroke and grasp her face for a few minutes, before he let it wander down her body.
As his fingertips reached the edge of knickers, she shuddered, but he continued to kiss her and hold her, letting his hand rest until she became comfortable again. Then he let his fingers lift the lacy seam, and slip under the material. He could feel the warmth, and the moisture. Bit by bit, his fingers crept closer to her entrance. He gently touched the hair that covered her area, feeling the effect that his touch had on her. He felt her body tremble, and her breathing became more intense still. His fingers reached the little bud on the top of her entrance, and he rubbed the little spot with his fingers. She moaned, and he felt her body stiffen.
Something seemed to awaken in her, she kissed him back with such force, such passion, it surprised him, but he was able to equal her back. He rubbed her, and she writhed with pleasure. Often, he let his fingers plunge into the soft flesh of her entrance, and she moaned, louder now. She was close, and he knew it.
She didn't understand what was happened, what he was doing. She could feel her body getting hotter, as he caressed her loins. She felt excited, desperately wanting him. She panted, as her body shook with delight. She moaned a sigh of intense pleasure, and felt herself come. She felt his body pressed against hers, and felt something grow, larger and larger against her leg. It came from his loins. She wanted to touch it, to grab it, to hold it, but she didn't know how.
Snape knew he had succeeded in bringing her to her climax, but now it was his turn. He tore her knickers from her body, and Parvati looked up at him, startled. With another wave of his wand, his own clothing disappeared. His body wasn't what she had expected. His sallow skin was muscular, and gleamed in the torchlight. His manhood stood erect, large and proud, against a forest of thick, curly hair. She gazed at his nakedness. Her eyes keenly consuming the exposed man before her.
She knew what was going to happen next. She often heard the whispered conversations of the older girls in the common room. Yet, she wasn't afraid. She wanted him to be inside her. She wanted to experience the physical side of love. She was ready.
Pulling his body on top of her she opened her legs, and wrapped them around his back. She felt the pressure from his penis on her opening, and it made her shake with excitement. He kissed her then, straight away his tongue moved in, massaging her mouth. After a moment or two, he gently pushed at her entrance, and bit by bit; he slid himself into her body. He felt her body stiffen beneath him, and fingernails dug into his flesh, as she gasped with the pain.
Slowly he continued to move himself in and out of her body, until her grip on his skin loosened, and he felt her body begin to relax again, as she began to enjoy the sensation of sex. Seeing this as a sign to continue, he thrust himself harder and faster into her body, and she reciprocated, pushing her pelvis forward to meet his thrusts. His breathing became heavier, and more laboured. Sweat poured down his back. Small droplets fell from his forehead onto her glistening body.
Suddenly he groaned, and his body shook, and she felt his liquid flood her body, as he lay his head down, stroking her raven black hair with one hand. Parvati lay still, with Snape on top of her, still inside her. She sighed with a mixture of relief and pleasure, and kissed his head. She wasn't a virgin any longer.