Dirty. TW- Lemons
Dumbledore's hand had been cursed a few weeks ago now. Humid July had turned into a sweltering August , and still, the fire burned in the fireplace of his house on Spinners End.
He spent most of his time in the basement, perfecting potions, now for Poppy and Bellatrix. The irony of this wasn't lost on him, and he couldn't help but snort on the various occasions when he thought of this. Most of the time, he was able to push away the thought of people when he brewed, but to his distress, it seemed a bit harder then usual this summer. He wasn't really sure why, but as long as he was able to hide himself from the Dark Lord, he supposed it didn't really matter much.
Having completed another days worth of work, he mounted the stairs back into the main of the house, which was now boiling from the heat. Grunting, Severus finally took the top most layer of clothing off, leaving him in his black pants and a faded white tee shirt. He wouldn't be caught dead like this in public, of course, but Spinners End was complicated for him. It held both memories of the past traumas, and a sanctuary from the present. In his youth, he was never comfortable here. In fact, he spent most of his youth terrified of coming back to this house. But the adult Snape felt relaxed here, away from Voldemort, away from pestering students with their useless questions, and away from Dumbledore, who seemed to be able to read him like a book now a days, and that was unsettling in and of itself. He could be himself. His terrified, PTSD, alcoholic self. And that, after spending nearly all the year pretending to be whoever, was nice.
Oh yes, he was aware he was an alcoholic. It had taken him years to come to terms with this, his father being what he was. But he drank almost daily, to forget. When he was at the school, he took a shot at the beginning of the day, lunch, and at dinner, as a precourse for what his own personal stores held. During the summer, if he wasn't brewing potions, he was 'I-can't-stand' drunk. He often woke up in places he didn't remember going to. The worst, he thought, was the Spot he and Lily shared during their summers together. Ever since he had taught her about the wizarding world, their routine had been set; they would meet nearly everyday there, either reading or studying, both of them avoiding what was inevitably waiting for them when they got home. He knew he had gotten the worse end of that deal, but Petunia was still a piece of work.
He had woken up on the rock there, robes unbuttoned, one shoe missing, an unmistakable white stain on the front of his unbuttoned trousers. He couldn't remember anything from that night, not even a flashback, but he was thankful he could apparate into his own home directly. After a quick shower and a charm directed at his clothes, he had fallen into bed, naked, and continued his day as though nothing had happened.
His most recent drunken adventure though, that was one he didn't think he could ever forget.
It had been late, and he was in his usual drunken stupor, semi conscious when a there was a knock on the front door. He had groaned, stumbled, and readjusted the morning wood before opening the door to one Narcissia Malfoy. She took him in, and swept into his house without a word. She guided him to the chair he had just occupied, then went into the kitchen, muttering to herself. She had come back, what seemed like hours later, with a steaming hot plate. He gulped up the food greedily, so much so that he didn't even notice Narcissia move the bottle on the table next to hime.
"Severus." she whispered
He looked up, shocked at the caress in her voice. "What can I do for you?" he slurred in response.
She had the decency to look down at her luxury fur buttoned coat then, fiddling with the straps. "I've been so lonely, recently. Draco spends most of his time with Bella or in his room, and Lucius…" she trailed off here, her eyes full of tears.
"Lucius means much to you, doesn't he?"
"Well I certainly hope so, seeing as he's my husband." she snapped back, although she seemed to regret her outburst almost immediately, and with somber eyes, she took him in, a certain look in her eyes.
Severus didn't know what to do. He had a sinking suspicion that she might do this, ever since she showed up unannounced with Bellatrix, but he didn't think she would actually follow through with anything. But here she was, cooking him dinner and stealing his booze.
"I'm sorry." He said finally "I know Lucius's imprisonment must be hard on you."
She sighed, and seemed to gather herself. "I didn't come here to talk about Lucius, Severus."
"Then what did you come here for?" He asked, not bothering to keep the caress out of his voice. Silly woman He thought to himself. I know exactly why you're here.
She visibly shivered then, and the hungry look was back in her eyes as she gave him a once over, her eyes lingering over the swollen part of his pants just a fraction of a second too long. "Company." She whispered finally.
"I can keep you company, if that's what your asking." He told her, the suggestive purr of his voice wasn't lost on her.
She bit her lip, apperantly having an internal struggle. She didn't want to look at him then, and instead eyed around the room, her grey eyes landing on the bottle of wine. "Do you mind?" She asked, almost timidly.
If he hadn't been drunk he could've held it back. But he was, and the snort escaped him. He nodded his head, about to stalk to the kitchen to grab her a glass. He was shocked when she put the neck of it to her lips, drowning it soundlessly, straight from the bottle. Looks like I'm not the only alcoholic here. He had just enough time for the thought to pounce into his head, when suddenly, she stood up in front of him.
"How drunk are you?" She asked, almost command like.
He look at her with amusement. "Whatever you want to do, do it. I won't remember a thing tomorrow." He lied. It was wicked, but he wanted to see what she would do. She seemed full of surprises, he counted three as she undid her coat, letting the thing fall to the floor as she stood there in nothing but panties and a push-up bra. He ogled her for a moment, but she got on her knees and expertly pulled the raging erection out of his pants. Her eyes went wide at the sight of him. He smirked. He knew he was above average, but his girth was huge as well. Fuck, he knew he was a monster below the belt, and he watched with amusement and she found that out for herself, watching her as she stroked his length, intrigued. "I just want to feel pretty again." She muttered, more to herself then to Severus. He didn't answer, and he didn't need to, because her head went down, and her tongue touched the tip of his cock, and he saw stars.
This is so fucked up. Said a voice in Severus's head. She isn't even attractive. Lucius would kill me.
But she's willing. Another voice argued. She's perfectly willing, when was the last time you fucked a girl that wasn't dry or paid?
He couldn't answer that question. And that made up his mind. His hand gently felt her hair. It was softer then he was expecting, and the touch seemed to encourage Narcissia, who took more of his length in her mouth. He grabbed her hair and guided her head down. He wasn't surprised when she gagged. He let her up, and he saw a trail of mucus leading from her mouth to the top of his cock.
If he wasn't sure before, he was now. He got up so suddenly that she almost fell over backwards, he caught her hand at the last second and was grateful he did; she would've gone straight into the fireplace. "Careful." He smirked down at her.
She looked timid again, unsure. Now, he couldn't have that. He grabbed the bottle of wine and held it out to her. "A penny for your thoughts." As he suspected, she didn't think twice. The other half of the bottle was now almost gone.
She stood up, her confidence growing. One of her hands was jerking him off, the other found their way to what lay beneath his manhood, gently caressing the skin there, cupping them in her hand. He looked down at her body. It was nice, he supposed. Her breasts weren't exactly firm, but they were big, and he liked that. The other part of her he was particularly interested in was unexplored territory. "Tell me." He said huskily (she seemed to shrink a little, but her eyes flowed even brighter) "what do you want out of tonight?" He lightly ran his fingers down her spine, and she shivered. "Do you want me to have sex with you?" His hands were on her hips "Fun, but rather boring if you ask me. I could do you doggy style, missionary if you're into that." His fingers teased the skin on her thighs, barely touching, but she was already almost moaning in pleasure. He smirked and leaned in to whisper in her ear "Or I could give you what we both know you came here for. You don't want missionary. You get that all the time from your husband. Admirable, but there are only so many times for so many years you can make love to the same useless cock, in the same boring position." Her moaning started in earnest now, her eyes closed as he finally found the skin of her labia, teasing expertly. "You knew there were other men who would fuck you. You knew that, but you picked me. Me, because you knew I'd give you what you wanted, because you don't want sex, and your bored to death of making love. No," he smiled as he slipped a finger inside "you want me to rail you. You want me to destroy your willing pussy. You want me to twist your body into pretzels, maybe even fuck you upside down. You want this." He throbbed into her hand. She didn't bother denying. Not that she could anyway, he knew he had her pegged perfectly. This poor, horny woman. He slapped her ass with his other hand, his finger expertly working her g-spot as he did so. Her knees buckled then, and he knew she was ready. She was so ready.
He withdrew from her, ignoring the groan of frustration that admitted from her as he did so. He gave her a light push towards the staircase, and she went, two at a time, up it, and he watched her ass jiggle the entire time. She looked at him as she reached the top. He opened the door that had once been his parents room (because he sure as hell wasn't going to taint his own room with what would later become the disturbing image of her naked, sprawled out his bed) and pushed her down on the mattress. With one movement of his wand, his clothes were off and folded on the chair next to the bed. He placed his wand on the bedside table and looked down at the woman, who in turn looked up at him in surprise as he crawled on top of her, his knees at her shoulders, his cock almost touching her face. "Didn't your husband ever teach you how to suck dick? Or was he small enough where you didn't have to deep throat?"
She didn't squirm at the thought of her husband this time; she was way too drunk for that. Instead, she looked at him with glassy eyes and said "Teach me." If it had been anyone, anyone besides Narcissia Malfoy, it probably would've been the hottest moment of his life. He chuckled "Well, you're going to need to open that sweet mouth of yours." He didn't even finish his sentence; she had already done so. He thrusted forward so only the tip was in. Her tiny mouth already looked full. "Suck on that, run your tongue over the slit of me, the underside of the head." He hissed as she did what she was told, rubbing him over that special spot that made his toes curl. "Use the underside of your mouth too." She did so immediately, throwing him a dirty smile as she did so. Enough. "Now we're going to try something else." He smiled back. "Relax that mouth of yours, that's it. Now suck. Hard." She did so, but she wasn't expecting his entire shaft to suddenly be in her mouth and her throat. Her cheeks bulged as she choked. He withdrew just as fast; she coughed herself to tears when she looked up at him. "Open your mouth." He commanded again. Once again, she did as she was told, and he entered her, this time not going as deep, but still fucking her mouth. He enjoyed the look on her face more then the sensation, the confused, bulging look her mouth got when he entered her, the small smile he saw when he withdrew. That minx. He knew she'd enjoy this.
He did that for awhile, occasionally reaching back to play with her nipples and tease his fingers around her entrance, never penetrating her with his fingers, but watching her spasm and choke on his cock whenever he did this. Finally, he withdrew. As he got off of her, she sat up and said "Fuck me Severus, I can't wait anymore."
He almost laughed out loud. "Not quite yet, but almost."
He pushed her back against the mattress and looked down at her. Her white blonde hair was everywhere, her eyes wide. Her body was eagle spread, but she made no move to cover up. He eyed the curls between her legs, deciding. Figuring it would be more pleasurable for himself when he got there, he commanded "Slide up the bed, by the headboard." She did this, eyeing him apprehensively as he went down. "Tell me," He said, looking up at her "did your husband ever do this?" He teased the skin in between her thighs again, and she moaned and shook her head yes, adding "But never for too long, and never enough to make me finish. His pleasure only." she whispered, her eyes meeting his. "It was always about him."
"And let me guess," he ran his finger over her clit, causing her to jolt upwards "you didn't mind at first. You live to serve your family. Again, admirable." And he meant it, because he knew he'd be doing the same thing if he had married Lily, and he'd be just as devoted to any children they had had. "But sometimes, you need to think about yourself, don't you agree?"
He slipped a finger inside her at this. She squealed, buckling her hips down, thrusting up and down on it. He smirked, and withdrew "Don't you agree?"
She had groaned in protest, but answered clearly "Yes. Doesn't make this any easier," she gestured to his head between her legs, he in turn did another gentle rub of her clit. She gasped and said, rather quickly "But it needs to be done. I need this. I can't be alone anymore, I've never been alone before-"
She didn't finish; he had added two fingers inside, deeply, hitting her cervix as he did so. She screamed out loud this time, thrashing slightly. He didn't stop, he thrusted them in and out, slowly at first, gradually getting faster and faster until he couldn't go any faster. She alternated between moaning and soft screams, and she still pushed back on his fingers, eyes closed, her hands balled in fists around the bedding.
Finally, he went down. He started at her clit, wetting the skin there. She cried out loud, and suddenly her fists were in his hair, holding him so tightly he saw stars. He swirled his tongue against the skin there before moving downwards. He let his tongue penetrate her as his arms snaked themselves around her thighs, finally holding her open. He played with her clit as he lapped, noticing she was already close. Idiot Lucius, didn't he ever do this? This poor, horny woman he thought again.
He unwrapped one and nd again resumed his thrusting, adding stimulation to the g-spot again before withdrawing. She was screaming again. He didn't know how long he did this. It could've been minutes or an hour. He felt her grasp his fingers with the walls, and withdrew. She groaned and looked ready to throw something at him and he stood up, delaying her orgasm. She didn't look like this for every long, because in one sharp thrust, he had entered her, and just like that, she came, her walls a vice grip on his shaft, her screams filling the room. He stared at her, amazed. "Lucius is an idiot." he finally said out loud. Her eyes fluttered open as he continued "if that man is so cold he can't enjoy that look on your face, then.."
He found he couldn't continue. He was sobering up now, and while he was buried deep inside a very rich, powerful woman, he still found the idea of being inside her disturbing. Still, he was no stranger to regret either. And with that thought, he took her legs and bent them so her knees were by her face, going down on one one as he did so, so he was positioned directly on top of her. "Watch." he instructed, and he buried his cock inside her to the hilt. He withdrew completely and she guided him back in again. And again. Finally, he made like he was going to withdraw, then slammed back in, and finally, he had begun. She screamed as he took her body, glancing down at his cock going in at out, now with such a speed it was blurry, whether it was because he was going that fast or because she couldn't see straight anymore, she didn't know. Severus didn't know either, but he finally let up on her legs, getting down on his knees in front of her as he guided her legs over his shoulders, her feet on either side of her head. He didn't stop, just changed the angle slightly, and she went back to moaning again; he was simply figuring out what made her scream the most. He liked her screaming. He didn't know why. Probably because she was screaming willingly, babbling words alternating between "shit" and "fuck me more, harder Snape!" as she did so. Yes, that must've been it.
Her walls were tight, but not extremely. Still, he fucked her for all she was worth. He wasn't close yet though, he wouldn't come with her staring at him. It was too personal. He switched positions again and, smirking as he remembered his earlier promise, he said "Put your legs on the top of the headboard, so your ass is on it." She did as she was told, whimpering slightly as she did so. "Now hold your legs." He smiled, and she did so, his hand keeping her now exposed ass in the air. With one hand he spanked one of the cheeks, she screamed as it jiggled, the other hand found its way to her breasts, cupping the flesh in his hand, his finger rubbing the nipple in circles. She was moaning again, begging him to fuck her. He obliged, standing on the bed himself. He was leaned over the headboard, his cock dangling over the upside down woman. He bent down slightly, and he entered her. She thrashed again as he resumed his thrusting, harder this time, now starting to get close. This was so much better, he didn't have to look into those eyes as he railed her. But he spoke nonetheless, every word punctuated by a thrust of his cock "Take. It. Woman. Every. Single. Fucking. Inch. You wanted this. Came to my house. Looking. For. This." He was slamming home now, while his pace wasn't as fast as before, it was deeper, and his head throbbed against her g-spot every time they made contact. Yes, he was close now, but he wouldn't come like this. In one swift movement, he withdrew, and he got behind her, took her ass and pulled. She fell from her position and landed on her knees in front of him, in a perfect doggy style. He grabbed her blonde locks and pushed her head down, propping her pale ass up as he did so. After some feeling around, he entered her again, feeling the pressure in his balls as he did so, knowing it would be soon. She had stopped screaming now, her voice too hoarse to do anything but gasp every once in awhile. He spanked her, and her head shot up, but at this point, he was sober, and he wasn't playing anymore of her games. He shoved her head back down, face in the mattress, and reached around to choke her. "Never. Come. To. My. House again. Never come looking for an easy fuck. You might find more then you bargained for." He smirked, spanking her more. Her ass was red now, and he was sure it hurt. But he needed to drive the point home. He found this whole ordeal disgusting, but he was too close to go soft now. He abandoned her throat and moved his hands to her hips, holding them still as he fucked her within an inch of her life, for all she was worth. Fuck you Narcissia he thought, and that was all it took. He slammed into her, holding her tight against him, all the way in and pulsing as he shot over and over again inside her. He saw stars, his eyes rolled back in his head. Finally it stopped. The world stopped as he came back to himself. He withdrew for the final time, and she collapsed, and he did too beside her. The alarms in his brain went off like a siren when she rolled over and made to cuddle with him. He reached over and grabbed his wand off the bedside table, pointing the thing straight between her eyes and saying, rather loudly, "Obliviate!"
Her eyes took on a blank look, and he sighed, finally defeated. He laid there, panting, and she laid there, unmoving. The longer he laid there, the more sick he felt. He felt nothing while he did this to her, all because she was willing. No, because she was who she was. Did that make him as bad as all the other Death Eaters, who took for self gain while the other suffered?
But she hadn't suffered, had she? He thought back to where she had been screaming, blubbering and begging really, for him to fuck her. His stomach gave a sudden lurch, and he sat up. Naked, wand in hand, he stalked the house, going down to the basement (which now too was boiling from the heat of the fire) and grabbed a hand full of potions. He took these back up to the room, where he saw she still lay, stock still, her eyes blank. She looked like a corpse. His stomach gave another lurch and he knew he couldn't hold it back this time. He threw the contents of his arms on the bed, and ran for the bathroom. He didn't make it, instead heaving into the sink. He groaned, punching the mirror as he did, shattering it. Great he thought now I can't even brush my teeth.
He turned the faucet on and left it on, stalked back to his room. He didn't feel any better when he saw her. He grabbed his wand and said "Confundio." She didn't make any movement, and he muttered "You will take the potions I hand you. You will dress and exit my house. You will forget doing so. You will also forget tonight's events. You will go home, grab a bottle of wine, and dump its contents down a sink. You will place the bottle on your bedside table and then shower. Scrub every inch of your skin, and then crawl into bed. You will forget you were ever at my residence last night, and every thought of me fucking you like the animal we both know you are will repulse you. You will curse yourself for ever having these thoughts, thinking again of your stupid husband and his useless, tiny prick, and forget. Do you understand?" He ended forcefully.
"I understand." She murmured. She sat up immediately, and held her hand out. One by one he handed her a contraceptive potion and pain potion. He didn't give her one for her hangover though. Maybe she'd throw up like he just did. Fuck her he thought again. She went downstairs, dressed, and silently walked out of the house. He guided her to the back garden, and with a loud crack, she disappeared.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then realized he was standing stalkers in his backyard. He laughed out loud, the walked back in the house. He snatched his wand from the bed, and drank the rest of the potions; hangover, protection from diseases, and for good measure, a nausea potion. He was still naked as he returned to the bathroom, vanishing the vomit and fixing the sink. He pissed, washed and walked out into the hallway. He stopped half way, trying to make up his mind. Finally, he shrugged, and went back downstairs, still naked in the still boiling house, to make himself a drink.