Chapter Eleven – Virgin's Blood
Snape watched as Jessica's soft, pink lips spread into a beautiful smile. Her eyes lit up with a sparkling passion he had never seen before and her bare arms wrapped tight around his body, hugging him to her. Jessica's open lips closed around his and drew him into a kiss he would not forget.
Tongues twisting frantically, Jessica moaned deep from the back of her throat and indulged in the sensation of being branded with his passionate kiss. Snape motioned his head around in tiny circles and thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth in imitation of what he really wanted to do to her.
Between her legs, Jessica could feel the rigid evidence of his yearning for her. He thrust himself rhythmically against her, wanting Jessica to know just how badly he needed to make love to her.
His fingers danced across her skin like magic. Jessica gasped as his slender fingers sought her breasts and began to ease the chiffon babydoll up and over her body. Her skin was radiating with a captivating, white heat. Jessica's hands worked at the buttons of his shirt so that he could feel her warmth spread to his bare skin.
Snape was hasty in removing the long sleeved shirt so that he could wrap his arms back around the woman he had learned to love. Jessica could feel his fingers spread across her skin wanting to feel every inch of her virtually naked body.
The tiny thong covering her intimacy was so small and delicate Snape knew he would be able to accomplish everything without removing it, but the prospect of sliding the tiny, silk garment down her legs was far more rousing.
Snape slithered his way down the bed, licking and suckling Jessica's soft flesh into his mouth as he went. His hands stopped to knead and caress her breasts before trailing down her sides. He began to circle his tongue in and around the tiny opening of her naval, tickling Jessica accordingly.
She giggled softy and weaved her fingers into his long hair as his began to slowly pull the sides of her thong down her legs. His lips kissed the flesh he exposed and then trailed along in the wake of her discarded thong.
He held the tiny garment in his hand and squeezed it tight as he caressed his eyes over her body. He groaned aloud just at the thought of making love to her.
She looked so peaceful. Her creamy skin was glowing with a hot radiance in the light of the candles. His breathing became ragged as he looked at her, knowing that he was finally going to have her.
Jessica smiled and lifted her arms above her head. She breathed in deeply and let it out in a soft moan as she gently eased her legs apart, giving him a glimpse of the slick, aroused flesh that was anxiously awaiting his intimate attention. Jessica slowly began to ease her foot up along the inside of his thigh and grasped the material of his knickers between her toes. She began to tug down, hinting that it was time for him to bear his already evident arousal.
Snape returned a crooked smile, undoubtedly comprehending the hint and stripped himself in front of her. Something fluttered in Jessica's stomach and her entire body flooded with warmth as she absorbed the sight of a man in full arousal.
Under her gaze, Snape could feel himself harden to the fullest and begin to throb with need. His heart beat rapidly and he was sure Jessica could see his chest pounding even under the dust of black, wiry hair.
Jessica pointed a finger at him and smiled entrancingly. "Come here," she said and curled her finger towards herself.
Snape put his hands down on the bed and leaned forward to kiss up along her smooth legs. Jessica closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as his lips and tongue tantalized her senses. Her core ached with hot need and desire and her flesh tingled where he touched her. She could feel the tug of his lips pull through her entire body as he came back up to her, kissing all along the way.
"Severus," she moaned in a desperate whisper and wrapped her arms around his head, bringing his lips back up to her own. "Thank you," she whispered into his mouth just before he slanted his lips across hers and poured his heart out to her in the form of their most intimate kiss.
Jessica's mind was overflowing with the abundance of emotions Snape was emitting. Even as he kissed and caressed her as passionately as he knew how, he was burdened with fear and anxiety. Not knowing where their actions would take them, Snape's entire body quaked with trepidation.
Jessica drew her lips away and cradled his face in her hands. She looked deep into the black eyes so full of love and devotion and found the trace of apprehension. "Shh," she whispered to him and smoothed his hair out of his face as she delicately placed a single kiss upon his lips. "It's okay."
Snape's eyes fell closed and his lips settled in the crook of her neck. He suckled her skin deep into his mouth and squeezed locks of her hair in his hands as his hips began to grind between her legs.
Jessica opened herself to him, raising her knees up on either side of him. She could feel his hot, hard erection sliding up and down against her, nearing her entrance.
"I can't keep from hurting you," Snape whispered into her ear.
Being her first time, Jessica knew that the pain he spoke of was inevitable. "It's okay," she said again. "I welcome the pain, knowing that it comes from our bodies uniting as one."
Although his unease was more that what she realized, Snape silenced Jessica with a kiss and thrust his hips up, ready to claim her and as ready as he ever would be to attain the Virgin's Blood.
With one hand wrapped around his manhood, Snape breathed heavily as he brought himself to the opening of her slick, waiting cavern. Ebony eyes carefully watching her, Snape eased himself into Jessica's warmth, feeling her tight walls almost rejecting this intrusion.
Jessica's hands were tightly clutching his shoulders as he thrust back and forth until he could feel the barrier of her virginity. Snape brought both of his hands up and wrapped tight around her body. He breathed heavily, feeling his brow sweat already as he thrust all the way into her.
Jessica tried to stifle a cry of pain as she felt the sting of his last thrust tear through her body's most sensitive flesh. He drew back quickly, wanting to pull out of her but Jessica held him firmly in place and began to manoeuvre him back into her depths.
Another yelp escaped her lips as his length filled her again. He carefully watched her emerald eyes flutter as the pain of becoming his lover began to ease. Once her eyes settled shut Snape glanced over at the enchanted vial sitting on the table and saw it gradually beginning to magically fill itself with the deep, dark red solution that would from this day forward become the bane of his existence.
"Severus," Jessica moaned erotically and opened her eyes. She hugged her arms around his neck and gradually began to rock with him as the pain slowly turned into ecstasy. "Oh, Severus."
Jessica closed her eyes again and reached up to kiss him. Their lips met softly and began to mimic the gentle pace of their nether regions. His hands searched her body for the curves she was blessed with. As the nimble fingers of his right hand found her breast, Snape began to tenderly pinch her taut nipple. He secured his opposite hand under her body to steady himself.
Jessica loved the sounds he made as he thrust into the intimacy of her body and rolled her hardened nipple between his fingers. The way he moaned between kisses made Jessica feel like her body was giving him the greatest satisfaction he had ever known. She knew he'd had sexual relations previous to her, but it had been several months – maybe even years ago, and those tainted affairs were loveless. Some had even been crafted without consent, but that was in a previous life.
Jessica forced the thought of all of his previous women out of her head and enjoyed being claimed by this wonderful wizard. She could feel his love pouring out of his soul as he continued to make love to her at a tantalizing pace. He thrust carefully into her for a minute or two until Jessica's heavy moans encouraged him to thrust a little bit faster and harder.
She joined in the symphony of pleasurable moans as Snape obliged and thrust harder into her depths. Jessica squeezed her muscles around him and accordingly erected a series of grunts from her lover. As she learned the intricacies of lovemaking, Jessica started to thrust her hips up against his to deepen his exhilarating penetration.
While she wrapped her arms as far around his neck as she possibly could, Jessica softly whispered her gratitude into his ear. She was rewarded with another deep grumble of arousal and then a series of aggressive pants as Snape neared his climax. He could feel the sensations beginning to build and knew that he was only seconds away from the most incredible orgasm he had ever imagined.
Jessica could feel the spurt of hot ejaculate spilling into her body as Snape thrust one last time into her depths. He released a heavy moan and squeezed her body to him as the pleasure of her intimacy hit him hard.
"Oh gods," he cried before slowly slipping out of her. He glanced over at the vial that was now completely filled with Virgin's Blood.
With Jessica still in the security of his embrace, Snape buckled onto his side and nestled his face into the crook of her neck. He suckled her flesh deep into his mouth and then thanked her for the most incredible experience of his life.
Jessica turned onto her side and slid her fingers up and down his hot, moist flesh. They were both lathered in the sweat their bodies had produced in order to please each other.
Damp skin and damp bed sheets were the furthest thoughts from their minds as they lay together searching the others' eyes. Snape's hands caressed Jessica's face and his lips softly dotted her cheeks and brow with affectionate kisses. His hands weaved through the tangle of her hair until Jessica's eyes closed and she drifted off into sleep.
* * *
It had been a long time since Jessica laid eyes upon the four statues of the founders of Hogwarts. The ballroom Snape had brought her to last year functioned perfectly as a spell-practicing chamber. It was still very early in the morning and despite the two cups of coffee she'd already consumed, Jessica could still feel the sting of fatigue in her eyes.
As he had promised, Snape woke Jessica early enough to prepare for their five o'clock lesson. Jessica had quickly thrown on some flare sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. Snape had given her a peculiar look when she came out of her bedchambers dressed in such casual Muggle clothing.
"They're quite comfortable," she had blatantly told him once she saw the criticizing look on his face. Snape had merely arched an eyebrow and excused her explanation with another face and turned and walked away, not saying anything.
While Snape manifested all of the things they'd need to practice spell work, Jessica slowly circled the room, re-examining each of the statues. While Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw all looked exactly as Jessica remembered, something about the serpent wrapped around Salazar Slytherin's body looked different.
The serpent had its long, slender body wrapped around Slytherin's arms and behind his back. Its mouth was wide open, displaying a particularly sharp pair of fangs. Its eyes seemed to be locked with Jessica's no matter where she moved. Jessica shifted slowly towards the left and watched the serpent's eyes carefully as she moved.
This time, Jessica was certain she saw the eyes move ever so slowly. She gasped softly and felt her heart skip a beat. Jessica found herself stepping towards the statue and her hand was reaching out to touch the serpent. Her fingers had just touched the cold silver when she felt something very much like a shock sear down the length of her arm.
Jessica quickly pulled her hand back and examined her fingers where she had touched the cold silver. There was nothing wrong with her hand, but she still felt as if some sort of sensation had been transferred to her. Her arm was still numb and the sensation was slowly spreading through her body.
With a scrutinizing look on her face, Jessica looked back at the serpent and squinted at it. "Who… are you?" she asked the statue, knowing that it was impossible to get an answer.
One second later Jessica could feel the warmth of Snape's body right behind hers. He leaned over her shoulder, and with a sly smile on his face, he tilted his lips to her ear.
"Now why would you be speaking Parseltongue to a statue?" he inquired.
Jessica turned around to face her new lover and eyed him curiously as she slowly shook her head in confusion. "I wasn't," she assured.
"Hmpf," Snape grumbled heavily in disagreement. "I was standing right here. I know what I heard." Snape's ebony eyes perused her shortly before turning and walking away.
"Big deal," Jessica said as he was leaving. "You probably hear it all the time around here."
Snape tossed her a peculiar glance over his shoulder. "You are quite mistaken. Being a Parselmouth is an uncommon ability. You are the only one Hogwarts has seen for some time."
"Uncle Albus tells me my father is a Parselmouth," Jessica mentioned.
"That he was," Snape said in agreement. "Come now, Love. We have plenty of work to do."
Jessica followed behind him and watched carefully as Snape walked. He was dressed in his black frockcoat and a pair of trousers. Jessica thought he looked especially thin when he wasn't wearing his abundant robes. The way he walked along the path of the padded mats he had conjured up seemed particularly alluring. He reminded her of a black panther showing off the beauty of his fine fur coat.
Snape was hardly showing anything off, but since their joining only a few hours ago, Jessica could think of almost nothing but the attraction she felt for the wizard in front of her. She knew sex would be a valuable experience when the time came, but nothing could have prepared her for the fascination and enchantment of Severus Snape. He had been nothing short of outstanding and Jessica couldn't wait until the next time she could feel that way with him again.
"Wand at the ready."
Jessica had slipped into another daydream, remembering all of the sensations her body had experienced last night. Although she was still rather sore, Jessica was more than ready to experience all of those sensations again. Her tender flesh acted as a reminder of what they had shared and drew a smile to Jessica's lips.
"Would you kindly raise your wand, Jessica?" Snape said, sounding particularly perturbed. "We have less than two hours and years of work to do."
"I'm sorry," Jessica apologized and cleared the image of him making love to her from her mind. She pulled her wand out from the waist of her pants and held it just like Snape was holding his, with the wand in her right hand bent up over her head and her left arm held out in front of her.
"What are these mats for?" Jessica asked as she stepped up onto the soft padding.
"I intend to show you," he said in a very low voice. "I am going to start by warning you that not all attacks are going to be foreseen. The best of wizards will catch you when you least expect to be cursed, or when you are defenceless," Snape said, his voice sounding quite serious. "Always have your wand with you, Jessica. You may not think it will save your life now, but once I teach you how to use it, it just may. Your abilities alone will not save you from the wizards I was once like."
Jessica knew he meant the Death Eater's. Once she was taken away from Hogwarts, they all stood a better chance of recapturing her. The magic walls around her and the wand in her hand were all that could protect her from them.
"Expelliarmus!" Snape cried unexpectedly.
A flash of scarlet light emitted from Snape's wand and Jessica could feel her feet lifting from the mat. Her wand flew from her hand and seconds later she landed several feet away from where she had been standing. Her tailbone made a direct hit on the mat and she could feel the pain beginning to soar up her spine.
Jessica tried to sit up but the pain felt even worse when she moved. Instead she fell backwards, spilling her head onto the mat and coughing as her lungs struggled to capture some air.
"Severus?" she managed to speak in an aching voice full of confusion. "What's wrong with you? Why did you do that?"
Slowly Jessica began to sit up. Snape was in front of her, his hand extended to help her up. Still coughing, Jessica glared at him and sat up without his assistance. She crawled over a few feet to her wand and then stood up, glaring at him furiously.
"Tell me Jessica, do you expect your powers alone could have stopped me from striking you?" Snape inquired, his voice sounding indifferent and blasé.
Jessica was heaving, her breath still irregular. "I may not have been able to stop your curse, but to disarm you would be only too simple."
Snape made a sound that somewhat resembled a chuckle. He crossed his arms in front of him, his wand still held in his right hand. "Please, indulge me." Slowly, he lifted his arms in the ready and leaned his weight back on his right leg.
Still consumed with anger, Jessica cast her wand aside and thrust her arm forward, pointing towards Snape's wand.
Nothing happened.
Slightly confused, Jessica brought her arm back and extended it again, wanting to summon Snape's wand. Again nothing happened.
Snape's wand was still secure in his hand and a devious smirk appeared on his face. Suddenly Jessica realized why she could not summon the wand – nor any other object in her sight.
A quiet gasp escaped her lips and a look of panic shown brightly in her eyes. "My God," she cried and looked down at her hand in disbelief.
Slowly, Snape approached Jessica and picked her wand up from the floor. He gently placed it in the open hand she was so carefully studying and closed her fingers around the slender handle for her. He slipped around behind her and wrapped his arms around her body, hugging her close. With his lips touching the curve of her ear, Snape began to whisper softly to her.
"Today you are of far less value to the Dark Lord than you were yesterday," he began and slowly rocked back and forth with her in his arms. "The powers you had then now exist solely in a tiny vial that will remain locked away from the world." Snape began to ease his right hand down the front of her body and stopped to rub her abdomen. "The blood you spilled for me last night is of more value to the Dark Lord than you ever were. Its power contains enough magic to create an immortal being bore from your body that will one day be the ruin of all that is good and pure. Your child, should it ever be brought into our world, will be the power and strength the Dark Lord has yet to acquire."
Jessica turned her head to face him. He saw an array of emotions in her expression and knew that she understood and believed all that he had said. She knew why Snape had kept her virginity in tact for so long and she understood the danger they now faced.
"How… how do you know this, Severus?" Jessica uttered. "Why have you never told me before?"
"Could you have believed me?" he asked in the softest voice she had ever heard him speak. "I tried many times to warn you of the danger. Now, that danger is real. Your powers have ceased and that wand is the only protection you have now," he said as he eyed the wand that belonged to the Mistress of Slytherin nearly one thousand years ago.
"That can't be, Severus," Jessica assured. "I can still sense your emotions. I can hear your thoughts. They speak to me more clearly than ever before. That is how I know you speak the truth."
Snape wrapped his arms even tighter around Jessica's tiny body. "That will never change. You and I are one now. Your empathic and telepathic abilities are useless against the rest of the world now, as is your ability to harm anyone as you did that boy all those years ago."
Jessica suddenly remembered something from her teenage years. A Muggle boy she went to school with had been teasing her. He had made her angry and before she had even realized what had happened, that Muggle boy was on the floor twitching and squirming in the pain she wished him. She'd not meant to do it, but the combination of anger and the sophistication of her mind had carried out her fantasy and that boy nearly died.
"Dear Merlin," Jessica whispered as the memory came back to her. "I had forgotten all about that."
"Yes, the Headmaster had performed a Memory charm. He used some very powerful magic that would prevent the same thing from happening again," Snape explained. "But your child may not be so lucky."
Jessica turned herself around and looked deep into the Potions Master's ebony eyes. "My father has given you an order to have a child with me, hasn't he?"
Slowly, Snape began to nod. "He has."
Jessica had thought plenty about having a family with him. It had always been a happy prospect. She knew very well that Snape was not as inclined as she was to start a family and this could very well have been the reason. Nevertheless, a part of Jessica still wanted this to happen.
"You didn't give me that vile contraceptive potion last night," she recalled. "Can I assume that you have agreed to do this? Are you willing to become the father of my child?" she asked as a spark of hope ignited in her heart.
He smirked at her and wiped a stray piece of hair away from her face. "Not a chance," he said, surprising her accordingly. "Yesterday I took the liberty of taking a contraceptive. Unless I take an antidote, I will continue to be infertile. Therefore, so long as your father is alive, you will never have a child by me."
Jessica scowled angrily at him. "That isn't fair," she said. "I want a family some day and I want it to be with you!"
"Forget it, Jessica. What sort of life do you suppose our child would have?" Snape asked. "Once the Dark Lord is strong again, nothing will stop him from making sure that the child bore from your body will serve him. You have spent your life hiding from his supporters, can you imagine trying to hide the child so long as you live?"
Jessica's eyes began to sting and swell. She had thought about having children for a long time now. It was dreadfully unfair that Voldemort would try and take her child from her only in order to give him more power and strength, but Snape spoke the truth. It wasn't fair to condemn a child to that sort of life.
"If he returns, the first thing he will want is the blood I collected from your body last night and a grandchild on the way. The magic in your blood is powerful enough to give your child abilities so formidable, it will hardly be human," Snape whispered carefully.
Jessica closed her eyes and let the tears spill down her cheeks. She could feel the warmth of Snape's body pressing into her back and the warmth of his breath on her skin. He held her tight and let his hands slither about her body in a soothing motion.
"How is that possible?" Jessica asked, her voice trembling with anxiety.
"It is possible only because the blood that flows through your veins is not all human." Snape turned Jessica's body around and looked deep into her emerald eyes. "You were conceived using some very dark magic during a ritual that had been banned centuries ago," Snape began to explain. "Yesterday you learned a little bit about Esmeralda Demedeiros, the Mistress of Slytherin. Her wand called to you and you summoned it. That was no coincidence, Jessica. Her wand called to you because you – are – the – Mistress – of - Slytherin. Your conception was the successful result of Esmeralda's reincarnation."