AUTHOR'S NOTE: MAD SEX SCENES AHEAD

Chapter Two: Sleepless Night Part One

For a while all Ariel did when she got her legs was stroke them, her hands running up and down the contours of her new limbs, her teary-eyes unblinking as if the moment she looked away they would disappear on her again. She remained on the ground, on Snape's cloak, who took a seat beside her but kept his eyes away from her.

Her beauty made his stomach stir but her nakedness burned him to the core. He had to keep his eyes on the placid lake or else he would embarrass himself, and her, with an erection even he couldn't control.

After a while, once the shock wore down, did Ariel push herself from the ground, her knees wobbling as she struggled for balance and straighten her back. Once her knees were still and she looked down at her own feet, her toes wiggling against the soft, damp fabric, did she smile. And from that smile came an explosion of joy.

She galloped away from the lake, screaming.

Snape watched her leap, dash, sprint, twirl, run in circles, attempt a cartwheel, fall to the ground laughing, get back up, and dance badly. He couldn't help but take pride in her unbridled joy.

Ariel's overjoyed screams, her cheers, her yelps of triumph filled the air and landed on his ears like beautiful notes he wished he could play on loop for the rest of his life.

Look at you, a voice in his head said. A piece of shit like you actually did something decent for once.

He smiled to himself. He knew this feeling wouldn't last long but he dared himself to believe that he deserved to feel this happiness. And when another voice in his head tried to remind him, no this feeling is unearned you're still an awful human being, for once he was able to point to a good deed and say, but I did one good thing today and that better mean I am better than I was yesterday.

"I have legs!" Ariel proclaimed happily as she skipped back over to Snape. "I have legs! I have legs! My tail is gone and I have legs!" She stamped the ground beside him with her feet as she came to a halt. He strained his head to circumvent her breasts and find her face which he noticed was brightened with a new thought. "Holy shit. I wonder if I can…" She looked down at Snape and told him to plug his ears which he did then she tilted her head back to the sky, unhinged her jaw, and unleashed an earth-juddering roar. One would have thought a massive tornado had arrived out of nowhere from the way the wind and the sky shook. Snape fell to his side, his hands pressed violently against his ears. Then, in a snap, the horrible noise was gone and Ariel was laughing again. "Ha! Yes! Still got it. This is better than I could've hoped. Not only do I have legs again but I get to keep my voice too." She dropped to her knees and when she leaned forward so that their eyes were once again at the same level, they were so close their noses almost touched. "Thank you so much."

Snape's throat went dry. He forced his gaze to her beautiful face, feeling his pants grow tighter the harder he fought to keep his eyes from diverting down to the rest of her body. "You're truly welcome." He murmured.

Her nose crinkled and another smile unfurled out for him. Their lips were so close. His groin ached at the thought of her kisses. Her salty kisses trailing his body. Their bodies colliding. Her luscious voice saying his name over and over while he—

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." He said.

"You're not part siren by any chance? Like, maybe on your mom's side or something?"

He chuckled, relieved for the distraction. "I doubt it." Though the more he thought about it, the less he was sure. His mom never talked about her parents and when she did it was to point out his grandfather's bastard-ways and how it was the "family curse": for the women in their family to fall in love with bastards and for the men to grow up into bastards. "Although, I can't say for sure."

Ariel grinned but her eyes drifted down to his mouth and the smile faded at the corners. "You know what the first thing I thought when I heard you say my name?"

"What?" He breathed.

"I thought, 'wow. What a gorgeous voice. He could drown a lot of people with that voice'."

It was the nicest compliment someone had ever given him, outside of his accomplishments. And the best part, it was sincere.

"I can honestly say," Snape smiled, "That's the nicest compliment I've ever gotten."

Ariel plunged forward. Her mouth landed on his softly but quickly their soft kisses got rougher, hungrier, more insatiable. Soon, they were all hands, groping, touching, clutching at another, their bodies pressed so hard into each other they looked like two halves of cells trying to fuse together, all gasps and moans and empty of thought. Ariel straddled his waist and rubbed her unclothed mound into his covered erection and they moaned loudly with anticipation.

"Can I tell you something?" She panted out after a few minutes of blissful dry humping.

"Might as well." He panted with a laugh. "You already told me you killed your husband and sold your soul."

"It wasn't my soul. It was my voice. And I got it back," she replied sweetly. "But you asked me why I wanted to leave the ocean so bad and I told you a bunch of reasons but the biggest reason was—fish sex is awful. There's no pleasure for the female. It's literally a male fish sperms on some eggs and that's it. No touching, no kissing, no getting your genitals licked until you can't see. And," she thrust her pelvis into his and they both were gasping, hard, their desires aflame. "God, I missed that. I missed getting fucked."

Snape arched his back and dug his erection into her. She kept hold, her fingers looped around his waistband as her head tilted back as another gasp rushed out of her. The idea of there being a white stain on the front of his pants from her pleasure burned him wildly and he rolled himself on top of her, showered her neck with kisses, her moans filling his ears with ecstasy. He might have burst then and there but he set his mind against it and paused from his kissing to whisper in her ear, "If you can wait my dear until we get to my office, so that I may fuck you properly on a bed, I promise you, Miss. Ariel I will do my absolute best to ravage you thoroughly."

"Oh, God." She moaned. "Say my name again."

"Ariel."

"Oh, Severus." She cried before their mouths reconnected and they rolled on the ground together until the desire was too strong for her and she broke apart, her husky voice begged, "Where the hell's this office?"

They rolled off each other, got up from the dirtied cloak which Snape cleaned with a flick of his wand and handed over to Ariel. She took the cloak and gave him a wicked smile as she wrapped herself within the cloth and secured it above her chest with a simple knot. "This is so warm!" She observed with a shudder. "You might not get this back."

"You could take everything from me and I wouldn't care in the slightest." He replied with a breathless quality that made her heart melt.

She gave him another charming smile, held out her hand for him to take, which he did without hesitation, and the two of them started towards the castle, giddy with horniness.

Stepping through those giant self-opening double doors for the first-time gobsmacked everyone but when Ariel took those first steps down the dimly light halls, her jaw hit the floor.

"Wow…" She gaped as her head swirled around to observe it all the beauty from the glorious architecture to the luscious tapestries to the moving staircases to the hidden passageways that Snape lead them through to the ghosts passed by them with disinterest to the paintings who yelled at Snape for the light emanating from his wand 'ruining their beauty sleep'. "This place is beautiful. Almost makes Atlantis look like a crackhouse."

"You've seen Atlantis?" Snape asked. "My God, how old are you?"

"I'll be two hundred years old on the spring equinox." Ariel gave him a sparkling grin. "Why? You're only into young girls, professor?"

"On the contrary, I prefer grown women," Snape replied with a lecherous smile. "Although I am relieved to know I'm not robbing any cradles."

"How old are you?"

"I'll be thirty-seven in January."

"Aww! You're still a baby." She crooned, pinching the side of his face affectionately.

Snape pushed her hand away playfully then drew in to deliver a passionate kiss. They stood there, holding each other tenderly for a few heartbeats until Snape pulled away, used his head to gesture towards the door they stood in front of, and whispered, "This is it."

He stepped aside to open the door with his wand and allow Ariel's first entry. She grinned at him, excitedly, when she passed by.

The room was small, smaller than she expected. His walls were lined with books and jars filled with slimy things while a giant bed dressed in black satin blankets sat, almost expectedly, in the middle of the room while a cauldron simmered quietly in the corner beside a dark wooden desk and a dark gray curtained windowed silhouetted the half-moon which appeared to stand in the window for their pleasure alone.

She glanced over her shoulder at him. "I thought you didn't teach potions anymore."

"These aren't for teaching. These are for me." He replied as he slowly stepped towards her.

Ariel chuckled under her breath as she took a few steps to meet him. "Nerd." She whispered coyly.

That whisper—her lips—the look in her eyes. He flung himself into her and buried his mouth into her while they tore at each other's clothes. He unknotted his own cloak while she unhooked his belt and unzipped his erection free, which hovered straight out. Hard as diamond and as long as a loaf of bread.

The cloak fell from her and she was once again naked. She fell backward onto the bed but he crouched before the edge. She almost begged him to join her until he saw his lips part and his head lean towards her genitals.

He tongued her folds, pressing it flat and swerving it in between her lips and against her clit furiously. Her insides vibrated with delight as he continued to lick her thoroughly. She whimpered, her hands rushing to the top of his head, signaling to him to get as close as he could. He grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her closer to him until she felt the bridge of his nose furrow her mound while his tongue swished, circled, and kneaded her.

"Oh, professor." She gasped happily. Pleasure and bliss swam over her and she wanted him to know that he was doing great. "Oh, Severus."

He lifted his head and begged, "Say my name again."

She obliged, her voice getting louder, huskier, and more desperate for his skillful touch. His tongue ran back and forth over her clit, faster and faster, the louder she screamed his name. Soon the whole room was filled with the sounds and smell of her pleasure. He wouldn't stop. Not until he was sure she had enjoyed herself thoroughly.

Within minutes, she felt it. That rapturous climb. She arched her back, squeezed her thighs against his head, and yelled, "YES! SEVERUS! YES! I'M COMING!" He unhinged his jaw to gobble as much of her as he could while she finally burst. It was magnificent. Her first orgasms in literal decades and it was just as wonderful as she remembered.

She wanted more.

She gently touched Snape on the forehead, who dutifully continued to lap up her throbbing genitals, and when he stopped to see what she needed, she said with a pant, "Please fuck me."

He jumped to his feet, threw off his pants, then the rest of his clothes, watching her hungrily as she fondled herself until, at last, he was as naked as she and slid into space beside her. They kissed, their bodies thumping against the other while their hands trailed underneath the blankets. Ariel grabbed him and gently brushed the tip of his penis against her vagina, holding his aching stares while she rubbed against his member and moaned at the ecstasy. Snape, unable to stand his desires, pushed himself into her hot, wet, velvety splendor with ease.

From there, they started fucking. Snape made powerful, intense thrusts while Ariel clung to him like a horny tree frog, her legs wrapped around his waist tight, and her hands clasped around his neck her face slack from pleasure.

They did this position for several minutes without talking, overcome with intense desire neither one of them had felt in years. Then Ariel pushed him over, flipping him onto his back and climbed on top.

"Oh Ariel," he moaned watching her slid his penis back into her vagina without an instance of discomfort. "God, you're so wet."

"I think this is the wettest I've ever been, out of the ocean." She breathed before she straddled his hips and started riding him.

Even as he laid there and watch the woman of his dreams bounce on top of his cock until her eyes rolled in the back of her eyes and her melodic voice cried out his name, Snape couldn't believe this was real.

This has to be a dream, he told himself later, after they switched to three other positions before ultimately, he came so hard he saw stars and collapsed, a sweaty panting heap of flesh and spent pleasure, beside this beautiful creature. How can this be real? He asked himself as he turned his head and watched Ariel's profile deliver a big dumb smile to the ceiling.

She turned her head to meet his gaze and as if reading his thoughts told him, "This must be a dream come true for you." When he was too dumbstruck to reply with anything other than a smile, she giggled and turned her eyes back to the ceiling. "You have bragging rights for life, professor. A lot of men would kill to be able to say they fucked a mermaid."

At first, he was charmed by her words. But then he watched the smile fade from her mouth and a hint of sadness settle onto her eyes. "Hell, that's the only reason my ex married me."

"Well, I didn't fuck a mermaid," Snape replied with slow deliberation. "I fucked a potions geek named Ariel No Last Name."

Ariel goose-honked when she laughed, holding her hand to her face with slight embarrassment as she kept on laughing and she looked so beautiful in that moment. He almost proposed to her then and there. When she looked back at him, she gave him a closed-lip smile of utter adoration. She then caressed the side of his face and breathed, "You're too sweet." Snape held her hand against his cheek and they laid there like that for a few heartbeats in content silence.

"You probably have class soon." She whispered eventually.

"Not for a few hours." He whispered back. "Though we should probably go to bed. I'm sure you have a lot of things you want to do with your new life."

Ariel gave him a small, slightly sad smile as she took her hand from his face and began to turn on her side. "Goodnight, Professor Severus."

"Goodnight, Miss. Ariel."