Well, I started the next bit and realised I can fit in one more update on
FF.net before this exceeds even the most flexible of R-ratings (and yeah, I
know a lot of people do stick up stuff on here and call it R when it's
really NC17, but it all seems like so much bother...). So any further updates
will be found on adultfanfiction.net (I've given up trying to add a working
link straight into my page there, by the way)
Rating: still R (just about, barely)
A/N: written in a Biology lecture. Protein metabolism or Snape being caned – well, there was really no choice to be made!
And so it continues...
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There was a swishing noise, and Snape let out a low moan, mingling desire and anticipated agony, as he realised what was about to happen. Lucius possessed a large collection of those canes he was so fond of. One, of course, concealed his wand, ready for him to draw and use the moment something threatened him, and this was the one he generally carried when he left the manor.
Another of his canes as exactly that. A cane. The mahogany exterior was simply a sheath for the slender willow-switch that lay within. Pale, supple and unadorned, it was almost handsome to look upon, but it had a wicked temper. "I feel lenient tonight, my darling," Lucius purred. "The cane, you remember, is kinder than the whip. I do not intend to whip you now."
Snape nodded, already anticipating what was coming.
The cracking noise and the sudden but short-lived pain which flared across Snape's buttocks was just a precursor. Malfoy was toying with him; that had been a mere flick of the wrist, a fraction of the punishment he was capable of inflicting. But it went through Snape's entire body and cause heat to rise instantly in his groin.
A thin whistle was the only warning he had before the cane descended once more, this time on the small of his back. His shoulders tightened and his bit his lip, feeling sweat matting his hair where it hung over his face. "Aren't you going to scream for me?" Lucius asked, his tone both mocking and feigning insult. It was one of his favourite games, and Snape derived a strange pleasure from playing along. He shook his head in violent denial, refusing to make a sound. "Oh, Severus; you disappoint me."
The cane cracked against his skin again, somehow striking along exactly the same line as before. Snape did not cry out. And so Lucius did not stop. He would win, eventually; he always did. The cane had too much power over the dark-haired wizard chained to the pallet... And if it still proved inadequate, Malfoy could employ other methods.
Again and again the cane bit into that same, smarting stripe. Lucius had perfect aim. But Severus was not about to let him taste victory so easily. He writhed against the restraints, desperate to be touched, stroked - anything to release the pressure building within; the manacles on his wrists chafed and rubbed the skin raw. But he stayed resolutely silent.
With each blow, his breath came shorter and faster; his arousal was fairly screaming for mercy, even if he was not. But he could neither touch it, nor did the chains permit enough movement for him to rub against the pallet and satisfy himself that way.
"Come on, Severus. You know it would be so easy if you would simply scream for me." He let the switch snap quickly across the back of Snape's thighs, bruising skin already tender from the scalding wax. "So stubborn..."
He waited for the next blow. It didn't come; desperately, he tried to twist round to see what was happening. Hearing Lucius chuckle, he groaned needily. "My dear Severus...does my dear Severus want to be finished?"
Yes, yes please!! But he held his tongue.
Lucius's murmured spell was too soft to catch, but Snape thought it started with 'Accio'. He closed his eyes, his whole body shuddering with need.
A rich, heady scent like white musk surrounded him, mixing with the existing scents of sweat and arousal. The oily drops that splattered across his skin were nothing like the candle wax – they were cool, soothing.
At least, so he believed until Lucius let them fall on the broken skin where the cane had struck. The choked-off cry was enough to indicate that, once more, Malfoy had won. The oil felt like acid in the cuts, stinging and throbbing in hot waves that seemed to sweep across his entire body. It was unbearable...it was incredible.
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Right, much as I feel guilty leaving poor Severus like that, I'm going to cut it there in the interests of decency. The rest will go on AFF.net as soon as I can organise myself. In other words, as soon as I have some work I need an excuse not to do.
Thanks for the lovely FB so far – you guys are a real encouragement! :) *glomp*
Rehana – wow! I'm so flattered you like it. ;) I must say, I often crave a bit of BDSM after finishing a long fluff-angst or similar.
Orphelia Malfoy – lol! Is there really a lack of Lucius/Severus BDSM? A pity – to me, they just seem to ask for it. But I'm more of a visiter to the HP fandom, so I wouldn't really know. These two are definitely my HP OTP, although it doesn't seem to do it for some of the other people I've spoken to.
What is it about the name 'Lucius' that makes me consistently type 'Lucious' or even 'Luscious' by mistake? Freudian slip, or Rowling's deliberate machinations...?
Rating: still R (just about, barely)
A/N: written in a Biology lecture. Protein metabolism or Snape being caned – well, there was really no choice to be made!
And so it continues...
_________________________
There was a swishing noise, and Snape let out a low moan, mingling desire and anticipated agony, as he realised what was about to happen. Lucius possessed a large collection of those canes he was so fond of. One, of course, concealed his wand, ready for him to draw and use the moment something threatened him, and this was the one he generally carried when he left the manor.
Another of his canes as exactly that. A cane. The mahogany exterior was simply a sheath for the slender willow-switch that lay within. Pale, supple and unadorned, it was almost handsome to look upon, but it had a wicked temper. "I feel lenient tonight, my darling," Lucius purred. "The cane, you remember, is kinder than the whip. I do not intend to whip you now."
Snape nodded, already anticipating what was coming.
The cracking noise and the sudden but short-lived pain which flared across Snape's buttocks was just a precursor. Malfoy was toying with him; that had been a mere flick of the wrist, a fraction of the punishment he was capable of inflicting. But it went through Snape's entire body and cause heat to rise instantly in his groin.
A thin whistle was the only warning he had before the cane descended once more, this time on the small of his back. His shoulders tightened and his bit his lip, feeling sweat matting his hair where it hung over his face. "Aren't you going to scream for me?" Lucius asked, his tone both mocking and feigning insult. It was one of his favourite games, and Snape derived a strange pleasure from playing along. He shook his head in violent denial, refusing to make a sound. "Oh, Severus; you disappoint me."
The cane cracked against his skin again, somehow striking along exactly the same line as before. Snape did not cry out. And so Lucius did not stop. He would win, eventually; he always did. The cane had too much power over the dark-haired wizard chained to the pallet... And if it still proved inadequate, Malfoy could employ other methods.
Again and again the cane bit into that same, smarting stripe. Lucius had perfect aim. But Severus was not about to let him taste victory so easily. He writhed against the restraints, desperate to be touched, stroked - anything to release the pressure building within; the manacles on his wrists chafed and rubbed the skin raw. But he stayed resolutely silent.
With each blow, his breath came shorter and faster; his arousal was fairly screaming for mercy, even if he was not. But he could neither touch it, nor did the chains permit enough movement for him to rub against the pallet and satisfy himself that way.
"Come on, Severus. You know it would be so easy if you would simply scream for me." He let the switch snap quickly across the back of Snape's thighs, bruising skin already tender from the scalding wax. "So stubborn..."
He waited for the next blow. It didn't come; desperately, he tried to twist round to see what was happening. Hearing Lucius chuckle, he groaned needily. "My dear Severus...does my dear Severus want to be finished?"
Yes, yes please!! But he held his tongue.
Lucius's murmured spell was too soft to catch, but Snape thought it started with 'Accio'. He closed his eyes, his whole body shuddering with need.
A rich, heady scent like white musk surrounded him, mixing with the existing scents of sweat and arousal. The oily drops that splattered across his skin were nothing like the candle wax – they were cool, soothing.
At least, so he believed until Lucius let them fall on the broken skin where the cane had struck. The choked-off cry was enough to indicate that, once more, Malfoy had won. The oil felt like acid in the cuts, stinging and throbbing in hot waves that seemed to sweep across his entire body. It was unbearable...it was incredible.
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Right, much as I feel guilty leaving poor Severus like that, I'm going to cut it there in the interests of decency. The rest will go on AFF.net as soon as I can organise myself. In other words, as soon as I have some work I need an excuse not to do.
Thanks for the lovely FB so far – you guys are a real encouragement! :) *glomp*
Rehana – wow! I'm so flattered you like it. ;) I must say, I often crave a bit of BDSM after finishing a long fluff-angst or similar.
Orphelia Malfoy – lol! Is there really a lack of Lucius/Severus BDSM? A pity – to me, they just seem to ask for it. But I'm more of a visiter to the HP fandom, so I wouldn't really know. These two are definitely my HP OTP, although it doesn't seem to do it for some of the other people I've spoken to.
What is it about the name 'Lucius' that makes me consistently type 'Lucious' or even 'Luscious' by mistake? Freudian slip, or Rowling's deliberate machinations...?