On her way to detention that night, Lacey wandered around the castle wistfully. She had never been to Snape's office before, and eventually she came to the conclusion that she was lost. It didn't help that before leaving, Lacey had accompanied Zacharias Smith and a few other Slytherins in taking shots from a bottle of alcohol Smith had paid one of the castle elves to sneak in. She wasn't hammered, thankfully, but tipsy enough for every part of the castle to appear exactly the same.
Lacey was walking down an unfamiliar dark hallway when the door to the left of her flew open. Her arms instinctively shielded her face from the sudden burst of light, and between her fingertips she could see a large, black silhouette approaching her.
"Please don't hurt me!" She cried, at the same time bringing down one of her arms to feel for her wand.
"Miss Malfoy? What are you doing out here?" It was Snape's stern voice.
Lacey's eyes adjusted to the light, and then she perceived his gaunt frame. "I was on my way to detention."
"Detention ended an hour ago. Potter and Malfoy have already been sent back to their dormitories."
Lacey frowned, hoping internally that she wouldn't get in any worse trouble for this. "I'm sorry! I got lost looking for your office. I can come back tomorrow?"
Snape scanned the hallway. It was deserted, as most of the castle had already gone to bed. He looked back at Lacey's face and studied it quickly. She was indeed a better sight than every other female at Hogwarts, her pink lips full and soft, pushing forward slightly. Snape began to realize he got lost in her eyes effortlessly. Strange, they weren't the same color as Draco's, and neither was her mane of jet-black hair. Lacey's facial features were oddly familiar to Snape, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet. He would have to get to know her better.
"You will be doing your detention now," Snape ordered, moving against the door for her to walk in.
"Now?" Lacey questioned, confused. Still, she walked into his office and heard him shut the door behind her.
"I won't keep you out too late. It just needs to get through your pretty head that I do not tolerate fights in my classroom," Snape hissed, approaching Lacey from behind. "You're desired widely among the boys, Lacey."
Chills went down Lacey's spine when she heard Snape say her name. She turned to face him, regarding the swift tour of her body his eyes made. "Guys that age are hormonal beasts. They'd lust after anything with a pair of legs."
Snape smirked and gazed at Lacey's lips, temptation filling his body. "I'm no longer young like they are, but it's been so long since I've been with a woman," he whispered, leaning slowly toward her mouth.
Lacey put her hands on his chest, stopping his advance. "Snape, you're my professor. I'm not even half your age! Think about this."
Snape seized Lacey's wrists and brought them behind her back, pushing her against a nearby bookshelf. Lacey cried out in pain at the impact, a large book smashing into her shoulder. "You wear these short skirts," Snape grabbed at her thin, black skirt, bunching it up in his large hand, "to my classroom, you send me seductive looks while I'm teaching, and you expect me not to fuck you right here while we're alone in this area of the castle?"
Lacey's body began to shake violently. It didn't matter what the school thought of her, she still kept standards for herself, and she didn't want to fuck Snape. She attempted to fight her way out of his grip, but he was too strong for her. Before she could protest any further, Snape tore her skirt from her curvy frame in a fluid motion.
"No!" Lacey yelled with desperation. "Snape, please!"
"Shhh." Snape whispered, bringing his lips to hers. His mouth was cold and rough, completely different from the way Harry's felt. Lacey started to fight against him again, once more to no avail. The more she tried to push him away, the harder Snape pressed against her mouth. He continued the kiss as though they were passionate lovers, and then maneuvered his lips down her neck, across her breasts and stomach, and onto her bare pussy.
"No underwear? Does a naughty girl need to be punished?"
"Get off me, pervert!" Lacey yelled louder than before and bucked her hips wildly, trying to get him away from her. What he was doing felt wrong and vile.
Snape buried his face between her cream soft legs and inserted his tongue between her pussy lips. Lacey gasped in discomfort, his tongue was like an icicle in her warm cavern.
"You taste even better than I imagined," Snape said dreamily and buried his face between her legs once more. He pushed his tongue deep into her pussy hole, and then brought it out to suck her clit, repeating this until Lacey could feel a euphoric sensation building inside her.
"Oh, no…" Lacey moaned. She was about to shamefully cum for her professor. She looked down to see his greasy head bobbing back and forth on her pussy. Snape's tongue was no longer icy, but rather warm and moist with her juices. Lacey could no longer push away her animalistic instincts.
"Yes! Make me cum, professor!" Lacey screamed, putting her hands on the back of his head and grinding his face. Snape reached up to squeeze her round ass cheeks, sending Lacey over the edge.
"Fuck yes! Oh, Snape…" His name came out in a weak moan as Lacey's cum flowed from her pussy like a waterfall, Snape licking up every ounce of it.
After a few minutes of cleaning up his mess, Snape withdrew from between her legs, face soaked to his angular nose. "My dinner isn't over yet," he growled, beginning to unbutton Lacey's shirt.
Snape smiled broadly when he noticed Lacey was no longer fighting against him. He slipped her shirt from her body and marveled at her gorgeous titties. They were absolute perfection. For a moment, he pondered on what it would be like for Lacey to be his life partner. She was a goddess, and he would vow to treat her like one for as long as she lived. Snape started to knead her nipples, signing to himself when he realized that would never happen.
"Why the sigh?" Lacey asked suddenly, lifting Snape's chin so his eyes could meet hers. She was shocked to find that they were smoldered with sadness. "What's wrong?"
Snape cupped her breasts and rubbed them with gentleness. "Why do you care? Just a minute ago you were calling me a pervert."
"I'm sorry, I was scared. Now, what's wrong?" Lacey persisted, surprising Snape. He hadn't remembered the last time someone actually cared about the way he felt.
"I'm regretting that I never got the chance to meet a perfect woman like you when I was your age. It gets…draining, being alone." Snape mused, finally letting his vulnerability show through him.
Lacey couldn't help but blush and also feel saddened by Snape's words. She had always figured he was just spiteful because he took pleasure in people being miserable, but as it turned out, he was simply unhappy. At that moment, her heart warmed to him considerably.
"Well, thank you, but you shouldn't give up so easily. No one deserves to be alone, Snape," Lacey said, giving him a sincere stare.
Snape nodded and kissed Lacey deeply, yearning the passion of a lover. Lacey couldn't be his lover for a lifetime, but she could for a night. Instead of trying to get him off of her, this time, she kissed him back. It was strange making out with a man more than twice her age, not to mention he was her professor. Snape calmed Lacey's nerves by slurping at her nipples delicately, as if they were flowers that could be harmed at the slightest roughness. It was definitely a new sensation from being manhandled. Lacey threw her head back and moaned, enjoying every minute of her professor milking her chest.
"I want you to fuck me over your desk, Snape," Lacey begged in agony. She had been naked against the bookshelf for far too long, body sore from the many books jutting into her.
Snape surprised her by picking her up like she was a feather and carrying her to his office desk. He put Lacey back on her feet, then turned her around, pushing her head down on the hard, wooden surface. For a few moments, Snape simply goggled at the sight of Lacey bent over his desk, ass cheeks glistening in the air. He could see that her pussy lips were puffed and swollen, but she was still wet and ready for a cock to invade her depths.
Snape's dick throbbed viciously. He unzipped his pants, not being able to withhold his urges any longer. Immediately, his cock sprang out in excitement. He held the head up to Lacey's clit and rubbed in a circular motion, making her whimper.
"I'm going to fuck you better than Potter ever could," Snape sneered with contempt.
Lacey gasped, looking back at him behind her. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't lie to me, Lacey. I heard both of you in the hallway after I kicked you out of class. Luckily for Potter and you, I decided to stay and watch instead of getting the headmaster," Snape chuckled, smacking Lacey roughly on the ass.
Lacey jolted from Snape's sudden aggressive behavior. "I knew I heard someone."
"Smart girl. I'm going to enjoy this." With that, Snape forced his shaft into the depths of her pussy. He moaned loudly as Lacey took his full length, grinding her ass against him to encase every centimeter.
Snape thrusted his hips forward in repeated motions, making sure not to be too forceful or fast. He took satisfaction in hearing Lacey moan, knowing that it was his dick inside her that was giving her pleasure. Lacey pushed her own hips back to match his strokes. She was no longer scared when she noticed that Snape was actually a gentle man who just needed a woman's touch.
His dick was still caressing her inner walls when he leaned forward and seized her breasts in both hands. At that moment, he put more force in his thrusts and Lacey could hear as well as feel his balls slapping against her ass. She could tell he was close to cumming by his deep grunts, and she knew exactly how to push him over the edge.
"Oh, fuck yes! I want your cum in my pussy, Severus! Please, baby."
"Fuck," Snape muttered as he released and let his semen flow into the depths of Lacey's young, tight hole. "I wanted to last longer than that!" He said angrily.
"Don't worry, practice makes perfect," Lacey purred and gave him a wink.
Snape smirked as he withdrew himself from her. "Is that so?"
Lacey nodded and began putting her clothes back on, using her wand to repair the skirt Snape had ripped. She glanced at the clock, it was already about to be midnight! How long had her and her professor been fooling around in his office? It didn't feel like it had been that many hours.
"You're free to go now, Lacey," Snape informed her, smirk still etched on his face, "Until further notice."