The Dungeon Master

by talathetemptress

The dark, sinister, and sensual story of a seventh-year student at Hogwarts, and her favorite professor, Severus Snape. We learn that cauldrons aren't the only steamy things lurking in those dungeons, and that the Half-Blood Prince might just have more love, lust, and life in him than he dares to let on.

1. Prologue

The Dungeon Master: Prologue

There was almost nothing I cherished more than the lengthy, grueling hours I spent in those dungeons… his dungeons. In fact, the only thing I loved more than those dungeons was the Dungeon Master himself.

But, before I can wholly divulge the sexual, sensual, and shameful specifics of my gorgeously illicit affair, I should probably commence these chronicles with at least some degree of modesty. Nudity wouldn't be much of a treat if people didn't wear clothes, would it? If everyone was naked all the time, those of us with sexual inclinations wouldn't desire it nearly as much; exposure would lose all its novelty.

In my opinion [especially after my glorious experiences with the Dungeon Master], absolute gratification is terribly dull. That's why these accounts do their best work as verbal stripteases. Each chapter is simply another piece of clothing discarded, another vial of steamy anticipation… until, eventually, all my sexual secrets and sinful stories lay completely bare to the world.

Enter Professor Severus Snape.