Some action …oh well and warning for mention of bestiality. Of sorts… will ff.net take this?
********************
He looked at his hostess and noticed she had carefully secured the remaining bottles in a closet. Now she was waving a wand. His jaw dropped down rather sillily, but all she did was conjuring up - "tea?", he asked not quite believing his eyes. "Yes", she said and settled gracefully on a nearby couch. It was of a dark lilac that wasn't that bad. And suited her just fine, Severus thought. "Join me", and she waved her hand in a gesture Severus found irresistible. He plopped down near her with a little less grace than was usual for him. Neither of them spoke for a while. There was no sound but the sipping of tea and the mumbling on quite tasty butter scotch biscuits. No pumpkins, anywhere, Severus was thankful for it. But he couldn't quite relax. Not in this company and not knowing what was going on around them, in the other rooms. His cheeks lit up with the steam of the tea. He looked into the far, with a thoughtful air he had honed to perfection in years of boredom with the children. Not that he was bored. Not exactly.
"So, would you like to see something special? A special combination you always wanted to see, Severus? Or would you rather we talk about your – payment?" The quiet hostess of just a minute ago had turned into a sorceress, a temptress, a disturbing image of sexual prowess and knowledge. Severus managed not to swallow too visibly. He was not used to people being so openly sexual. Well, Sirius Black had had his days, but that was long ago and he had always hated Sirius. Quite.
"I'd rather sit here in quiet and then take my payment and leave for Hogwarts", he mumbled. "There are papers to grade. I haven't all the time in the world for pleasure, like other people seem to have." He sounded like a first class hypocrite and a fool, and Severus Snape had never considered himself being either. This was rather educating, this visit, if truly humiliating. He stopped talking and stared against the opposite wall, his eyes realizing for the first time what they saw. It was a shepherd scene, complete with Zeus as the white bull, young Europe, someone who looked suspiciously like Dumbledore but Severus considered must be Merlin, some blossoming girls, some booming boys, and dragons, and dogs. And sheep. The weirdest thing was that it was rather artistically tasty, if in a naturalistic manner that would shock pruder wizards than Severus Snape. Whose eyes got drawn into the scenery, watching a red-haired boy, barely a man, offering himself to a dark-haired wizard twice his age, by opening his own flowing shirt and grabbing the other man in a place that showed the other's approval more than obviously. Severus gulped and snarled: "Stop that".
"As you wish", the voice of Aphrodisia came closer. It had become lower and purring, he noticed with the part of his brain that wasn't busy with sorting in the images that flooded it. Red hair, red hair, the boy, offering himself, it was not to be endured. The picture swung away and left a window in the wall. Severus looked at Aphrodisia, utterly shocked. She just shrugged her shoulders and grinned that half-sided smile of hers. "You like it more realistic, don't you?" Severus wanted to contradict her, berate her, sully her with words, but it was too late. His eyes had a will of their own and watched the scene in the next room. He couldn't exactly scold his eyes for their taste. The scene that unfolded before them was awful and wonderful at the same time. Like having to teach seventh years Slytherins and Gryffindors every day.
Funny how a mind worked. The ensemble in the other room consisted to a large part of this special array of persons. Two-thirds, to be exact. Plus an additional sixth year Gryffindor. Making it three Gryffindors against one Slytherin. Well not exactly against. And Mr. Malfoy, whoever he was, was doing quite well. As were Potter, Granger, and the little Weasley, whatever was her name, Ginevra or some such. They were a nice tableau, but not giving Snape any pleasure besides scientific (he would have never thought that four people could do THAT at the same time) and what he termed artistic ones. There was nothing to be said against young bodies of either sex, they where an eyeful, indeed, but not one of them had ever caught his fancy. He found that his biggest interest, so to speak, was to get his curiosity satisfied. "Who is the polyjuiced one here?", he asked, watching his fingernails and attempting a casual voice to trap Aphrodisia, who looked at the scene with detached amusement. She cocked an eyebrow at him as he talked, though, and shook her head as if denying a wilful child a brazen wish, but nicely.
"So this isn't your cup of tea, Severus. I can truly say that relieves me". And she smiled in that seducing way again, which impressed Severus much more than the scene before. She swished her wand and urged him to look again at the window.
The picture had changed. Severus draw in his breath rather loudly when he realised that one of the actors was – himself. He blushed furiously and hid behind his tea cup. Who would be so dunderheaded as to wish someone polyjuiced into him? His jaw fell deeper and deeper, as Aphrodisia showed him, with quick swishes of her wand, just who exactly wanted someone polyjuiced into Snape.
McGonagall.
Another Dumbledore.
Black. And Lupin. In canine and human form.
Draco Malfoy.
Draco and Lucius Malfoy.
Draco and Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry Potter. Diverse Harry Potters. With Weasley, on top. With Granger and Weasley on top.
Longbottom. And his toad.
The whole of Gryffindor seventh year. Male.
Half of Slytherin seventh, sixth, and fifth year. Besides Malfoy and his goons. Male and female.
Assorted Weasleys. Well, the twins. Astonishingly versatile with wands. And brooms.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team.
The Slytherin Quidditch team.
The whole staff.
The ghosts.
Filch. And his cat.
Hagrid. With Fang.
There were even some Voldemorts, doing unspeakable things to him. Some tableaux had the decency to let Snape do unspeakable things to Voldemort. Be that as it might. Snape's jaw nearly hit the floor and his body twitched with embarrassment.
There were some images where he didn't discern himself. But they were few and far apart.
He looked at Aphrodisia helplessly and tried to open his mouth. "This is abominable. How?" She smiled a smile which might have been a bit compassionate. "Well, you seem to be quite popular. I'm not stretching the rules too far, I think, when I tell you, that we could use some – tokens - of you. There was demand for more. Not everybody could come across a piece of hair of you or something."
Severus stared at her in disgust. "You can't mean it." She looked at him with a cool air that was completely incomprehensible. Or no. Completely comprehensible. After all, it was not she, whom they had seen engaged in all kinds of carnal pleasures with most of Hogwarts. At the same time. In the same room, even.
"Of course I do mean it. It would satisfy a need. Not everybody who wishes to dares touch you, when you are yourself." She chuckled and gave him a look that spoke volumes. Severus didn't care to read. "You see, you are the most popular one, together with Potter, I think. And we could earn buckets, if you handed us some – samples. You would of course be – rewarded." The woman had closed the gap between them with her last words. Severus felt his throat constrict and his hands turn into claws that held to the sofa. He wouldn't move. He wouldn't.
Her lips were before him. Very close before him. And they were not painted, how unusual really, for a woman of her trade. That would have made it a whole lot easier. To resist. The lips opened. "Did you like it?" His old trick. Voice nearly inaudible. So that you were forced to listen closely. More closely. Even against your will. "Did you enjoy seeing yourself – in action?"
To his utter humiliation, he had. His body had reacted. Well, apart from the disgust he felt, watching himself, his body, torn apart, tearing apart, and on the whole doing things he had never thought of doing. Well, his body had been quite intrigued by watching itself. Doing it. Must be contagious. Like leprosy. Well, wrong image. His member didn't exactly seem to shrivel and rot away. Quite to the contrary.
That infuriating woman nodded slowly, thoughtfully. Her unfathomable eyes were staring into his and she asked: "Do you want your payment now?"
"What?", was his extremely silly reply. Something about her told him she wasn't talking about sickles and knuts just now. And his body insisted on listening to her quite intently. So intently his spell was sorely tempted. His cock nearly drove a whole in his best robe. Damned. He shouldn't have done that. Come here. Bring Polyjuice. Drink tea. Watch those – atrocities.
He felt her lips on his own. Very light, only a hint of a touch. He was surprised, never the less. Hadn't he read somewhere, in some confiscated magazine or other, that whores didn't kiss their clients? Well, he was not exactly a client, or was he? And Aphrodisia was the boss, not an employee. And her lips tasted wonderful.
He came up after a long time. And found to his utter amazement that his state of arousal hadn't dwindled. Quite on the contrary. After all, lips were lips, or so it seemed. It helped that the lip owner in question was wearing robes too, hiding the gender of said owner. Perhaps he could really do it. But there was something amiss, he couldn't ignore that. They were so close and the only shaft risen was his own. That felt very strange and nearly ridiculously insulting.
"Well", he said and still was not sure what to answer. It was a risk, a great risk to look very idiotic indeed. He was taken aback by the sound of his own voice. Why was he so breathless?
The woman just looked at him. She didn't grin or anything. "Well what?" She looked a bit flushed and her eyes were blue now. Blue like -, well finest dark blue. Her hair looked redder and he felt a spark in him to get on with it. After all, he had earned it. Rightfully. He looked at her, taking her whole figure in. Her chest was heaving as after a long hard run. Well, perhaps not. It was not a chest, hard and strong, it was a breast. Breasts, to be more exact. No. Thank you, but no.
He pulled himself out of the embrace with more effort than he had thought necessary. His lips if no other part of his body seemed rather fond of kissing. If that had been all, he would have gone on and on. But it was not fair. "I think not", he said and for once in his life he didn't want to hurt the other person with his words. "I don't think I can take this kind of payment. It wouldn't be the action of a gentleman, whatever that may mean." He didn't know where that came from, something buried deep down inside of him, but he really couldn't say: 'Look, I like kissing you and feel attracted to you but I can't fuck anyone with breasts. Bad character trait, I'm sure, but sorry. Can't be helped. Don't take it personally.'
He held the gaze of Aphrodisia. After all he was a former death eater and spy. He had held the gaze of Voldemort more often than he could count, after a lie much more dangerous to his health than this one. She was lying back in the cushions of the sofa and looked back. He felt hot and cold. Why oh why did she attract him so? No other woman would have come even close. Her hair was not that red, and her eyes not that blue, it must have been an optical illusion, brought on by a bout of hormones he couldn't remember having for years. Yes, that and the strangely seducing background.
She laughed. A low rumbling laugh that made him feel even worse. He stared at her, frowning. How could she laugh like that? After a rejection like that? He himself would have – and had.
"That was not part of the payment, Severus", she said, pressing a handkerchief to her eyes in a gesture that was wonderfully old-fashioned. "That was just a kiss, between friends. Or colleagues, as you wish."
"Colleagues?" he asked dumbly. "I don't kiss my colleagues, thank you very much."
"Pity", she said, "seems like you could profit from it. You became quite relaxed, actually. Well, in parts."
He didn't blush. No, he didn't.
"Whom do you kiss then, Severus?", she asked. "Students?"
He felt his face turn hot with rage. "I would never do that", he hissed. Well, he hadn't. Not really. Not like that. And only once.
"Pity", she said again. "Whom do you kiss then, Severus?"
"Nobody", he grunted. "Is this any of your business, you suppose?" How had he come into this dilemma, in the first place? Had he given her leave to dissect him, just because he had a bad conscience because he couldn't fuck her after all that kissing? He should have staid a death eater. Far less trouble with all this conscience stuff.
"No of course not", she said and put the handkerchief away. Her eyes were as multi-coloured as before. She brought her body into an upright position. "I'm not part of the payment, Severus. I'm devastated that you should think of me like that." Severus looked a bit guilty but her eyes twinkled. "I'm the boss of this business, and my duties don't include – hands-on ones". She let that sink. So she didn't polyjuice into someone and really get into action? He felt relieved and scolded himself for it. Why should that interest him? It was not his business what this woman did, not at all.
"I kissed you because I felt like doing it. It felt good." He was shocked again. If everybody would act like that, just on a whim, what would the world become? Even more of a doghouse than it was already. Well, people wanting to kiss him was a new concept in that doghouse. Not to think about what exactly many people seemed to want to do to him. His throat constricted under another vivid image of a red head bobbing up and down. No. Nooo.
"The – payment - would be delivered by one of my employees. Do you have anyone special into whom you would like someone polyjuiced?"
His cock sprang at the idea. She couldn't see that, but she could see the dark gleam in his eyes. "I see", she said slowly. "And do you have the ingredient needed therefore?" Oh yes, he had. He nodded. Her eyes didn't leave his. "So you will come back, Severus, and bring the ingredient? And have your deepest wish fulfilled?" He thought about it. "I will think about it", he answered and got up.
She followed his movement effortlessly. "Do that, Severus" she said darkly. "Do that and don't be too shy to ask for anything you might want. You are our most important asset, our mentor and saviour and with the tea and the biscuits you touched but didn't eat, we can make many people happy. Besides earning more buckets of gold, that is, of course". She grinned in a way that reminded him of the Weasley twins. Mischievous and utterly amoral. His body showed him that he didn't think as highly of morals as his head did.
"If I were willing to cut off my lips, there would be even more money possible", she said thoughtfully. At his look of utter shock, she laughed out loud. "Don't worry, I'm not that desperate for money." "I'm relieved", he said dryly. He couldn't know, now could he? Why would anybody set up a business such as this if it weren't for financial reasons? Well, the people he had seen earlier seemed to enjoy their work. Quite anxious to get on with it, if he recalled correctly. But she didn't do these things, she had said. Thinking of which …
"If I did indeed come back with the – ingredient, I wouldn't like to have another person involved", he said, pronouncing each syllable very carefully. He didn't want to spread the rumours of his fall more than was necessary. Aphrodisia looked at him and nodded, slowly. "It would be a privilege and my pleasure, Severus".