SEDUCTION
Draco woke up suddenly from a dream he only half remembered. He had been lying on a bed, unable to move. He could feel the pressing warmth of another body, could feel the coolness of the black hair falling over his face, could feel the hot rushing of blood leaving his body… He had woken up in a panic, feeling like he was covered in blood. As he tore of his "blood soaked" pajamas, he realized that his body was completely drenched in sweat only—not blood.
It took a few moments to calm his racing pulse, quiet his gasping breaths. When he had done so, he sat naked on his bed, shivering, trying to recall the rest of the dream. Not that he was all that sure he really wanted to!
He tried to lay back down, close his eyes, but when he did, he was right back into the dream, feeling the pressing warmth of another body, feeling the coolness of the black hair falling over his face, feeling the hot rushing of blood leaving his body…
An overwhelming sense of panic filled him again and he bolted out of bed with a start. He had to get out of this room…now! He threw on his robe (his pajamas were soaked!) and all but ran from his dormitory, feeling for all the world like his dream were chasing him. Almost instinctively, he headed for the Slytherin Common Room.
She was standing by the fire, holding a small statue of the Slytherin snake, when he opened the door. He stopped short, his hand still on the doorknob. What was she doing here?
She looked up, watched him for a moment, fingering the cool, smooth marble almost sensually. She replaced the statue on the mantle and turned back to him, her head inclined slightly to one side, her smile gently mocking. "Are you just going to stand there in the doorway?"
"That's better," when he had shut the door. "Trouble sleeping?"
Finding he suddenly had no voice, he nodded, blushing to the roots of his pale blonde hair. "I-I d-didn't think anyone w-would b-be here." He found his tongue, only to find it stammering like an idiot.
So very young, so very pretty!
"Mmm…I, too, have difficulty sleeping…at night. So many things running through my head, leftover from the day…It's a wonder I sleep at all!" She laughed lightly.
She held out her hand, beckoning. "Come by the fire—this old room is always so drafty--and you look like you're shivering with cold."
Obediently, silently he came to her. Was there a nervous look in his eye? Did he expect her to bite him?
She reached out and ran her fingers slowly through his hair. "So like your father's, little one." She mused, looking looked down at him (she was just slightly taller than he).
"H-how do you know my parents, Ms. Devire?" He tried to sound casual, calling on the automatic social skills his parents had driven into him through the years. But the stammer was still there and his mouth felt like he had swallowed feathers.
She smiled slowly. "How delightful of you to remember my name! But call me Felicia, please. They were at school with my Severus—I've known them both since then."
"But you don't look old enough—" Sure, blurt out the first thing that came to his head! So much for those social skills! His father would have beaten him for being so callow! But at least the stammer was gone.
She laughed delightedly. "I was not at school with them, my dear boy! Severus is much older than I!" Actually, she was only a few years behind him, but she knew she looked no more than 25. "But he and Lucius were such friends, they spent so much time together! I was bound to meet my brother's friends, wasn't I?"
She was standing very close to him, close enough for him to feel the heat from her body.
"I've never seen you at the Manor…" trying again for casual, his rapid breathing betraying him. He knew he'd never seen her there—he wouldn't have forgotten her! She wasn't beautiful, precisely, or really even unusually pretty. But she radiated a sexuality that blasted right through his senses.
She inclined her head slightly, her dark eyes met his pale ones. "I have been out of the country for several years. You would have been a very young boy when I left."
She reached out and traced the line of his mouth with one perfectly manicured finger. "So like Lucius…"
She turned and walked away from him. She moved with almost a feline grace, sensual and languid. Why couldn't Pansy move like that? Lord! He wanted her! She stood in front of the window, the light from the full moon highlighting the fullness of her breasts, the soft curve of her thighs. He could almost feel his hand caressing those thighs, travelling slowly upwards…
He turned away quickly, pulling his robes more loosely in front of him. God, he had one hell of a hard on! She was his professor's sister! She was a friend of his parents, for God's sake! What if she noticed that he was all but bursting out of his pants? He closed his eyes and grimaced. Pansy would throw more than a notebook at his head!
In an instant she was standing behind him—he hadn't even heard her move—of course, that probably had something to do with the fact that the blood rushing through his head was making him all but deaf!
She laid her hands lightly on his shoulders, her breath was warm upon the back her his neck, just behind his ear.
A short, hot breath escaped him. God! He shifted slightly, trying to ease the throbbing between his legs.
She traced a circle on the nape of his neck with her fingernail.
A groan escaped him. Lord! He hadn't meant to do that!
She chuckled softly. "You like that, little one?" She lowered her head and traced the same circle with her tongue.
The groan turned to a soft moan as he leaned back into her. Shit! Lord! What was she doing?
Her eyes glittered delightedly. Lucius never could resist that either particular spot either…like father, like son?
Her hands were slowly running down his shoulders, slipping around to his chest. He could feel his nipples tighten beneath her touch. Shit! Pansy was going to kill him—no, she was going to cut his balls off, then she'd kill him!
He turned around, or did she turn him around? Or had she hung him upside down by his toes? He had no goddamned clue! His eyes were cloudy as he looked up at her, his pale face now flushed slightly pink.
Again, she traced the line of his lips, his soft, pink lips. She bent and kissed those soft lips…so like Lucius' lips…
A soft sound, almost like a whimper escaped him as her tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting him, inviting him to taste her.
Oh God! He pulled her hard against him, pressing his aching erection up against her thigh, rubbing hungrily against her.
She pulled away from him. "Easy, little one. Even at this time of night someone might come in…and I don't like to be rushed…"
She waved her hand slightly and he could hear the lock on the door fall into place. "Much better. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble…"
He was almost panting. So young, so eager… She tipped her head and raised one delicate eyebrow. "Well, little one?" The invitation was given—and accepted.
Moments later he was lying on top of her naked body, his narrow hips grinding rhythmically as he pumped his throbbing flesh into her.
"Oooh, so good, little one," she moaned, "sooo good!"
His head was thrown back, his lips parted, his breath coming in hot gasps. She arched her back, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. Her nails dug into his flesh as she pulled him deeper into her. So young, so eager, so very good!
He pulled himself out as he came, his semen hot, almost burning on her thigh. She smiled indulgently as he collapsed on top of her. So very young. She ran her fingers through his pale hair, savoring each silky, silvery strand. So very like Lucius.
She moved from under him, nearly dumping him on the floor. He grabbed the edge of the couch and lay panting, his lean, still boyish body glistening with sweat. He stared at her in wonder, the thought coming unbidden, wildly inappropriate for the mood: Snape's sister????
She wiped the semen from her thigh with a lace handkerchief, all save a little trickle. This she removed with a finger, raising it to her lips and licking it slowly, like a cat licking cream from its paw. "Mmmm." She looked down at him, a slow smile slipping across her lips.
"You taste divine, little one." She knelt down beside him, bending as if to kiss him, but licking his lips instead.
"But you leave me hungry for more. May I have more, my little one?"
He shuddered, moaning softly. Lord! She could have anything she wanted! She could eat him alive if she wanted to!
She kissed his oh-so-soft lips gently. "I'll take that as a yes, then, my sweet one."
She kissed him again, tenderly, her lips moving down to his neck, brushing gently against the hollow of his throat, tracing slowly down his chest. She felt him catch his breath as her tongue teased his nipple. She lingered there, sucking gently, lovingly, tugging at him with her teeth.
He jerked slightly, his muscles contracting, as blood flowed into his growing erection. He ran his hands over the back of her hair, down her neck, his fingers gripping her shoulders convulsively as short, hot breaths escaped him.
Her mouth traveled slowly down his chest, over his tight stomach, tasting the sweet saltiness of his sweat. So young, so sweet… She paused here and there to nip gently at his flesh with her teeth.
He moaned softly, his back arching hungrily. He was fully erect now, swollen and throbbing. She flicked her tongue over the tip of him.
"God Almighty!" The words came out half in a gasp, half in a sob as she took him fully into her mouth. He pried his eyes open to watch as her head moved slowly up and down his shaft.
His breath was all hot gasps now as she sucked hungrily. God! Oh, God! He could barely breathe! Shit! Pansy wasn't going to have to kill him—he was going to die right here, die with his dick in Professor Snape's sister's mouth!
But just when he thought he could take no more, felt himself ready to explode, she withdrew him from her mouth.
"Not yet, little one, not yet."
She stroked him lightly with one finger. He twitched and jumped from her touch. He thrust his hips up, trying to push himself into her hand, grabbed her hair, trying to push her back down on him. "Please… Please! I want, I need…."
She reached up and pinched his nipple hard. He yelped, letting go of her hair.
"I told you I don't like to be rushed…"
So young, so eager, so hard to control… She turned her attention to the inside of his thigh. The soft, delicate skin was pale as moonlight. So like Lucius…
She wanted more from him, so much more… She nipped at the tender flesh, savoring his cry of pain as she drew blood. First blood… So young, so sweet.
She lapped dreamily at the small trickle of blood, so red, that ran down his thigh, so very white.
God help me! She is going to eat me alive! A sound half whimper half sigh of pleasure escaped him.
She raised her head, licking his blood from her lips. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted, panting so sweetly. So beautiful, like Lucius…like Narcissa…
His body was trembling, his erection so tight it was painful. "Please… please… please…" He didn't know if he was begging her to stop or begging her for more! He just wanted…needed…
"Yes, little one," her voice was low, almost harsh, "now…" She took him into her mouth. He cried out as pleasure mixed with pain as she went down on him, all traces of gentleness gone. The taste of his blood filled her mouth as she took him savagely, her teeth scraping his shaft.
He came quickly, mercifully, semen mixing with blood, trickling out the side of her mouth. He shuddered uncontrollably as his body released.
She rested her cheek against his spent flesh, contractions racking her own body. After a moment, she turned her head and kissed him gently, her tongue removing all traces of blood and semen from him.
Little-boy whimpers, little-boy tears on his cheeks… So young, so very pretty with pain…
She dressed quietly then sat beside him. She touched his cheek gently, wiping away a tear. "Sooo good, little one." She bent and kissed him softly, her lips like the kiss of a butterfly. "So very good, sweet little Draco…"
By the time he found the strength to open his eyes, she was gone.