The last thing that Manaia had needed was to be apparating after drinking some of the strongest alcohol beverages in the known world. After she landed beside Snape, she vomited heavily, the sour taste of breakfast, stomach acid and Fire whiskey burned her oesophagus as she stumbled upwards and clung to Snape as she tried to recover from the twisting force of Apparation. Snape saw that Manaia was in no state to travel any further and they entered a house, his own in Spinner's End. During the school year it went largely unused and he hated returning to its dreary dilapidated shell during the main summer holidays. He plonked Manaia on the couch as she pinched the bridge of her nose and forced her eyelids shut, focusing her remaining willpower on trying to keep what little remained of her stomach acid where it belonged. Snape observed her intently from on the adjacent single sette.
"Screw you Sev." Manaia grunted, fighting another wave of semi-dry heaving.
"Well, your've never been able to hold down Fire whiskey." Snape replied smoothly, lacing his fingers together and resting them on his chest as he leaned back, his gaze never leaving her. Her body and aura was near identical to the one that she had all those years ago, sultry with a hint of pent up tension, but that was understandable in her line of work "So Dumbledore offered you the position?"
"Yes." Manaia replied slowly.
"Did you accept?"
"Yes."
Snape thought for a moment.
" The Dark Lord said, for everyone's safety you are to stay with me until the school term begins." At this Manaia sniffed.
"I highly doubt it." Manaia grimaced. " I guess he's pissed."
"Correct." He had just noticed that Manaia wore barely any clothing, only a body hugging black singlet and a pair of muggle short shorts that clung to her flat belly, natural flaring hips and thighs almost tauntingly ending in thigh high velvet boots. He had only assumed that she was very comfortable like this even in the heat. Snape felt himself become rigid at the adolescent thoughts that are now flooding his mind.
"Dirty old man. " Manaia scoffed at Snape."What are you thinking off?" Manaia made the share-with-me face that she did. "Are you thinking about me?" Manaia stood and slinked over to him and she leaned over him, her strong arms blocking anyway of escape as her green eyes smug before her lips drifted passed his cheek and to his ear. "Shall we relive some old memories Sev?" Manaia whispered, her hot breath searing his eardrum. A rogue hand wandered over his broad chest and brushed downwards to between his thighs, where he had tried to hide his arousal. Manaia leaned her forehead on the crook of Snape's neck as she seemed to position herself for maximum visual impact as she seemed expertly slip his manhood from its material confines , its length was (way) better than average and the girth had grown since the last she had seen it. Snape seemed to be powerless against Manaia, many men were, but this was different. She wasn't using any tricks or games; it was what he needed the most. Her. Her hand, in all of its softness touched his face and dragged a long index finger along his jaw to lead him to her. They kissed, each fighting for dominance but the result was Snape losing, but he did notice that she had maneuverer herself to straddle him, her thighs far apart and he couldn't help but want to touch that smooth and slightly tanned skin across her outer thigh. Clothes were quickly discarded after that and they sat on the longer lounger where he inspected Manaia as she leaned back, her head propped up against the armrest with her arms behind it, a glitter in her green eyes and a smirk on her lips. Snape delved into another mesmerizing kiss, this one longer than the other, as he wanted to savour this experience. Slowly his lips left hers and trailed down her neck, literally burning her skin when he stopped just above his favourite part of her body-well second part. Her breasts were large and bouncy, and Manaia knew that he loved them. His tongue darted across the semi-erect nipple as he felt her squirm under him. His other hand slowly massaged the other with almost professional-like quality that made Manaia even more red faced. Snape looked up every once in a while to see Manaia biting her lip to silence her whimpers.
"Come on Naia, be loud for me." Snape beckoned to Manaia as he rolled her nipple in his lips and Manaia whimpered loudly and threw her head back on the armrest. Her eyes were watering and Snape knew that Manaia was close to what he wanted her to be. She had, back in their school days had always used him for her own sexual release, and it was his turn. His kisses trailed yet again down her flat belly and stopped just above the junction of her thighs, where he traced a finger on the swollen lips of her womanhood and he saw that she was as aroused as he was. Snape kissed her womanhood softly, her entrance responding to his exciting lips by running with her sweet flavouring.
"Sev-please…" Manaia moaned. Snape saw that she wanted to move her hands. "Let me touch you."
"No." Snape said, his voice strong and not wavering. Her taste was so different than anything that he had ever had the pleasure to consume. As he ate it, his hands began to slowly stroke his impressive length, pre-cum seeping through his piss slit. It was so sweet, similar to honey, but it had an aftertaste that was like cinnamon. Where it came from was anyone's guess. It was as if by instinct Manaia's small hands gripped on Snape's oily black hair and pressed him closer towards the most sensitive area on her body and another whimper escaped from Manaia's lips. "I want you…now…in me…" Manaia's voice was getting pitchy and she was really on the verge of climaxing without him. Deciding that this was the time, he arched over the woman and instantly she widened her thighs in anticipation. With an animalistic grunt Snape buried his length between the woman's swollen lips and into her warm sheath , suddenly feeling a hot and wicked sensation course through his veins with every movement inside of her, his member slick with those juices that he, only moments before had devoured hungrily. Wanting to share the taste with this woman Snape lowered his lips to her and transferred it to Manaia, and Manaia gratefully accepted, her tongue cleaning his lips and chin of any of that mesmerising cinninony taste.
"Your've grown wider since I last fucked you." Manaia said with a smile of being impressed with him. With this compliment Snape smiled genuinely. "And your pussy licking is getting better. Have you been practising?"
"No." Snape replied. It was a lie, he had practised, but only once with Narcissa. Or twice, but he wasn't going to tell Manaia that. Snape kissed her again and he felt her long and beautiful legs wrap themselves around his waist as she entwined her arms around his neck. He loved the feeling of total calm he got when he was with Manaia, it was such a primordial headspace with his only equal-his soul mate.
"Sev, can I ask you something?" Manaia asked, her voice beginning to get pitchier again.
"Yes?" Snape asked as he lowered his head to her ear, trying to concentrate and not exploding in Manaia at any given moment before he gets the pleasure he deserves. So instead he did mental arithmetic, but it was terribly hard when he felt her hardened nipples brush against his chest with each and every stroke he made.
"Do you love me?"
This made Snape pause for a moment.
"Yes Naia-I love you." Snape replied, resuming his strokes with vigour. Manaia smiled, and for the first time it had nothing behind it-no ulterior motive. It was just a heart-warming smile.
"Good..." Manaia answered softly as she closed the space between their lips and for once, Manaia ceded to Snape, allowing him to have his way. Snape didn't know really what to do, she had always lead the way in terms of lovemaking. "Sev...I love you too…" Snape flushed at her admittance.
"Do you?"
"Yes." Manaia said, her green eyes half open and burning with pleasure. His body drove deeper and he felt her body arch against his as she hissed, trying to yet again silence her oncoming orgasm. When it hit her, it hit her hard and she absently bit into his shoulder with the force of a crocodile. Snape was shocked, especially when Manaia returned to his vision with blood dripping from her lips like some freaky vampire.
"Mmm…" Snape leaned closer to her and tasted the metallic bitterness that was the haemoglobin in his blood, which Manaia was all too happy to share.
"Round two I think." Manaia said keenly, the pair flipping places and Manaia took the reins.
CRASH
Snape woke with a start, feeling wetness in his underwear and found that he had been asleep. Quickly cleaning himself up, he found Manaia discarding books from the bookshelf and searching for
Manaia was searching for something in his bookshelves, throwning his priceless books to one side. Snape knew what she was looking for-her wand. What she had done previously was a trick from her native country, but here she couldn't do that on a regular bases because it drained her of so much energy, so she needed a wand. When she was at Hogwarts she had won a apprenticeship with Olivanders and had recreated her wand. This wand was one of a kind, created with titanium encasing a core of pure chakra and translucent Rhodium Vanadate. Olivanders was impressed with her craftsmanship and allowed her to keep it.
"YAY!" Manaia said, holding a slim black box up in the air in victory. She stood and flicked her wand with all of the books she had pulled out returning to there place. she then turned to Snape and grinned.
"Thanks for keeping it Sev, I knew you would."
"…"
Manaia sniffed the wand and placed it in her ponytail. "Now, shall I make dinner?"
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Kitara had been summoned to the meeting after Manaia had left. Sirius explained to the youth about what had Manaia had said to him and Kitara was as stoic as ever.
"This key is a ploy ." Kitara said instantly. "She wasn't wanting to open something, the key is a information log. See?" Kitara placed the key on the table and snatched a piece of charcoal from the fire and began to draw a seal around it. Many watched in amazement and the detail of the seal. After doing this Kitara placed both hands at equal distances away from the key.
"Release." Kitara said coldly. The key disappeared and in its place was a log. The log the opened at the second to last page and Kitara read the inscription. "Voldermort is looking for his Dark Lady. Will infiltrate Hogwarts to find her location and resurrect her."
"His 'Dark Lady?" Sirius queried, confused. Kitara flicked through some of the pages and stopped.
"His Dark Lady is of the Pure D'oro House, Kings of Italy. Beauty of pale, grey eyes and black curls." Kitara continued. "She who can control armies of Inferi with a thought. Decimate cities and kill without a wand. " Kitara glanced at Mrs Weasley. "Wandless magic? Is there such a thing?"
"Manaia could do that." Sirius said.
"Manaia was using her Rhodium Vanadate." Kitara replied. "She used her whip."
"I knew a girl who could levitate objects with no wand, but I don't think she was a pureblood." Lupin commented absently. "In the history section, a woman named Lucrezia."
"That name is familiar." Dumbledore said as he tugged at his beard in thought. "You said Lucrezia?"
"Yes."
"When Tom Riddle was Headboy he had a girlfriend named Lucrezia." Dumbledore said as he peered absently at the information log. At that moment someone screamed and a huge explosion rattled through the house to its foundations. Fred apparated into the meeting and on his face was more than fear.
"Hermione-she's going crazy!" Fred stuttered. "Ginny said she was reading a diary and all of a sudden she went beserk!"
"What was she reading?"
"A diary. Lucrezia D'oro's diary."
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Author's note:
-All relevant disclaimers are placed on this fanfic. I'm too lazy to write the full description.
