Chapter 20
Contactless Touch
Blackness. That's what's surrounds me for the first few seconds until I reach the fainted Rohan's entrance to his memory bank. As I arrive at the completely normal looking gate, I place my translucent hands on the hard wood and open it, but just a crack. This door is quite similar to Drax's; clean, simple, although a bit darker in color than my friend's— maybe people's memory bank design changes based on the nature of their experiences. Hm, I'll have to ask Severus about this. Slipping in, I notice the sky being slightly grey, not as grey as the bat had it, but certainly not a cerulean blue as Drax's was. The bookshelves look a bit old, some worn-out wood with small spots of mold on a few, barely noticeable though. I pay no mind to the shelves, knowing the material I'm searching for is way older than a week, so I run back to the endless rows of metal cabinets, and raise my wand in mid air.
"Ostendo— the attack of Hogwarts." I try, and this is not my lucky day, since the tag that glows up, is very far in the distance. Growling in frustration I start to run as fast as my translucent feet can take me, losing a good three minutes with just freaking running. Man, I never thought two months could accumulate this much information.
Reaching the glowing tag, I quickly place my hand on the surface of the cabinet, and immediately, snippets of images flood my mind. It's like an old movie coming to life in front of my eyes, but the filmstrip is damaged, and only a few moments can be played from it.
First I see Rohan reading a piece of parchment saying 'Meet me in Hogsmeade at The Three Broomsticks'. Rohan exits the Great Hall, then the next image is him on the way to the small village. He enters The Three Broomsticks, and walks upstairs to meet with his father. I see a cut again, this time we jump right in the middle of a conversation.
"You know you have to kill him, right? Not injure, kill." echoes the grumbling voice of Claude.
"Yes, father." Rohan bows with his head in respect and a frightened tone.
Kill who? resounds the question in my head, but we're jumping again, and I find myself at the Shrieking Shack, where Rohan, Claude and three more masked Death Eaters form a circle, discussing their strategy for the attack.
"Listen, we will not have much time. You three cover us while we break in. The Dark Lord's orders are absolute. I don't want to see failure tonight." Claude says to his accomplices, while handing Rohan a black robe and conjuring a Death Eater mask on his son's face.
The image dissolves before my eyes and I'm transported to the Dark Forest, where Rohan and Claude are hiding behind a tree, then suddenly, Rohan, dressed in the ominous clothing, makes a run towards the castle, his father following him. But as soon as Snape exits on the side entrance, Claude grabs his son's arm, and pulls him back in hiding.
"What are you doing? I can take him!" whisper-shouts Rohan to his dad.
"Have you gone mad? That man could eliminate you with one swish of his wand! Moreover, he's one of us! The Lord is very fond of him! If he learns that you attacked Snape, you will be next at the end of his wand. Let me handle him, just stay put! And don't come out until I say so!" the horrible man instructs and I'm boiling on the inside, seeing their heinous plan put in motion before my eyes. I still don't know who they intend to kill, but now I realized that much, Snape is not their target. He is viewed like a fucking obstacle and this maniac wants to take him out for good!
I stand right beside a crouching Rohan, watching his father stride out of the forest to attack Snape immediately. I see the potioner is surprised at first but he takes him head on, and the violent flying of spells begins. Rohan watches his dad dueling his own head of house, and I wonder how can he be so nonchalant about it. I mean, this man was his mentor and teacher for six years, and he could watch him being killed right in front of his eyes. Yet not a single trace of regret or pity is displayed on his face. He's truly a cruel kid.
My form comes into vision as I peek out from the gate behind, and when Claude turns around to lure Snape inside the forest, I see myself following the wizards and hide, using a tree nearby. Interesting enough, it seems Rohan was aware of my presence since the very beginning. The hostile chat takes place between the two, and when my professor's arm is slashed off, my chest contorts in pain, having to relive this horrible moment again. I clutch the front of my uniform as my heart breaks one more time, hearing Snape's gut-wrenching cry, and him falling to the ground unconscious in the next moment. Watching myself stepping out from hiding and producing a huge Reducto is surprising, to say the least, I didn't know I was capable of enhancing a spell this much when I was suffering so badly. Claude disappears in ashes, his wand drops to the ground, and Rohan is glued to the spot, witnessing his father's death. Tears flow from his eyes endlessly, and the boy is fighting to breathe, but the ripping sound of my robe snaps him out of his shock, he stands up, running away, stumbling. Pitiful noises leave his throat as he flees the scene, and I can't help but feel a bit bad for the guy. Even though his dad was a criminal, I shouldn't have killed him, I had no right to take his father away from this boy.
The Slytherin boy runs back to the Shrieking Shack, bawling his eyes out, all alone, his accomplices already taken into custody, and on their way towards Azkaban. Once inside, he grabs a fistful of Floo powder and enters an old looking fireplace, and my vision cuts to a conversation between Rohan and his mother, in their luxurious house.
"What happened, Rohan? Did you execute the order? Why are you crying?" the woman walks up to her son in black, a worried expression on her. She places her hands on Rohan's shoulders, but the boy is weeping relentlessly.
"Father! Father is dead!" he screams in the air between them and Mrs. Ellgar's eyes widen in shock and disbelief.
"What are you saying? How—?" she chokes out the words.
"She killed him! My schoolmate… My schoolmate killed him!"
My surroundings dissolve, and I'm suddenly taken to a further part in the conversation, where Rohan is wrapped up in a blanket and sitting on the couch, he drinks tea with Mrs. Ellgar.
"We have to pin the blame on her, otherwise our family will be in great danger. If your father doesn't show up to work, people are going to ask questions, and if they decide to investigate us, we are doomed."
Another cut. This time, Rohan is standing in front of their fireplace, Floo powder in hand.
"Go back to Hogwarts now, and send me the location of your father's death with an owl tomorrow. I'll go to the ministry and delate the murder right to the minister. You'll have to testify in front of Fudge about what you saw, so come up with the perfect cover story and when you're called in, make sure you come out as innocent as a newborn lamb. You shall be treated as an important witness, there's no need to worry. First, we must save our fortune, then we have time to mourn your father." she says with a frown, and the last images I see are Rohan entering the Slytherin dorm at 4 in the morning, with everyone sleeping. He quietly crawls into bed and cries himself to sleep, and with this, my vision goes blank.
I take my hand away from the metal cabinet with a troubled look, and desperately trying to let what I saw sink in, I take a few steps backwards. This is so messed up in so many ways. So first of all, Rohan is ordered by his dad to kill someone, whom I still don't know the identity of, then they plan to enter the castle with force, but Snape's appearing meddles with their calculations. Claude is killed by me, Rohan gets scared and runs back to his mom, and she comes up with a plan to blame everything on me, because, I assume they would lose their fortune if the ministry found out that their head secretary was a Death Eater. Rohan sends the location to his mom, Mrs. Ellgar goes to the minister and reports Claude's murder, Fudge calls Rohan in to make a testimony where the boy says Merlin-knows-what, and the result is: Rohan is an angel and I'm a murderous scum. Mhmm we'll see about that. I raise my wand again,
"Ostendo—testimony." I say with determination, and a tag starts glowing on a cabinet, third one in line from my current position. I put my hand on it, and the first thing I see, is Mrs. Ellgar placing a bigger satin sack on Cornelius's desk, the clinking sound letting me know what's in the bag. Cutting to the hearing, I listen to Rohan's story, he tells Fudge that he was having a peaceful conversation with his father, in front of the castle, when the Death Eaters incursed the building. Professor Snape ran out with me from inside, and we both attacked them because we confused his father to be a Death Eater simply for the fact that he was wearing a black robe. Then we chased them into the forest, and I delivered the final blow, while Rohan managed to get away! What the actual fuck!? I'm almost rolling on the floor from bitter laughter upon hearing the absolute bullshit this boy is spitting to the minister. And the worst part is, Fudge is stupid enough to believe him! Or just greedy, considering the huge amount of bribe Mrs. Ellgar placed on his desk a few moments ago. This fucking corrupt world!
I disconnect from this memory, and drop my hand to my side. So, this is the brilliant plan. I'm framed for murder by a family who only knows how to pay their way forward. Quite a shitty situation, what can I say. But one thing is still eating at me. Who was the person Rohan had to kill? And why was their death necessary? I can't leave his memory bank until I find the answer, so I try to think of the appropriate word, which could be the key to solve this mystery.
"Ostendo—mission." Nothing. Nothing lights up. Hm, maybe I have to use a different word. I also have to take into consideration that the event I'm searching for is close to the night of the attack, so it must be near that cabinet. Suddenly Claude's words come to my mind, when they were in the Shack, him saying something about the Dark Lord's orders. Hmmm…
"Ostendo—The Dark Lord's order."
One single tag glows in the near distance, and I slowly walk up to it, although with a horrible gut feeling. I'm hesitant to place my fingers on the surface, but drawing a big breath in my lungs I force some courage inside myself, and look into the memory I'm afraid of. I find myself in a dark room, unfortunately not recognizing the location, and I see Claude, a woman with long, messy, curly brown hair, and a tall, rich-looking prim man with long white locks, all standing in the corners of the room. Rohan is kneeling in front of a huge armchair, and in said furniture, there is a small sitting silhouette, wrapped up in a black robe, the hood casting a shadow over the face, covering it almost. I'm shaken to the core by the sheer energy of this tiny creature, its ominous aura making my stomach turn upside down in fear. I'm only viewing a memory, I shouldn't be afraid at all, but still, my hands are slightly trembling as I hear the shadow speak in a barely audible tone, his words almost like a snake's vicious hiss.
"My boy, if you truly wish to prove your loyalty to me, I order you to kill one of your teachers who is connected to those filthy muggles, and bring me their wand as proof. There is no place in Hogwarts for a fool helping the vermin of this world. I hope I don't have to remind you what happens should you disappoint me."
"No, my lord. Your wish is my command." Rohan says, bowing his head to the creature with shaking voice, his breath coming in irregular patterns. Unbelievable! It wasn't Claude who ordered Rohan to kill, but this dangerous freak! The three people each have their own contorted faces of discomfort, except the messy haired woman, who seems like she's having the most fun in the room, displaying a cruel, malicious smile.
"Good. Now go, our siege will take place in three days when the moon is full and our powers are dominating." breathes the dark figure, and this is the moment I tear my hand away from the metal, not bearing the pressing atmosphere in there anymore. Wow, I have to get out of here, or I might have a panic attack.
As I leave Rohan's mind, my hearing is the first sense returning, the murmur of the class and bubbling liquids entering my ears. Smell is second, since my eyes have to get used to the lighting, and I want to keep them closed just a bit longer. I smell something burnt, and this makes my eyes pop open, I see my potion in utter ruins, running out of the cauldron, a nasty gooey mess. Ugh, great. Well, a small sacrifice for a much larger prize. I'm squinting a bit until my eyes get used to the circumstances, my heart beats a little faster than usual, going hand in hand with some slight panting, provoked by the terrifying images I saw in Rohan's mind.
"Welcome back. Are you alright? You seem pale." I hear Snape's voice sliding in my ear.
"Yes, I'm fine." I huff, still with an uneased face.
"Did you see anything?" the bat asks.
"Oh, I've seen some pretty fucked up shit." I say dramatically with wide eyes and a trembling tone, inhaling deeply at the edge of my desk. Snape gives me a side glance.
"Mind your tongue." he drawls calmly. "I see your potion is in ruins. We have the perfect excuse for you to stay after class. Don't get scared." he warns before bolting up from his chair and striding all the way in front of my desk with a slight annoyed look.
"What an atrocious work." he spits with disdain, looking down to my cauldron. Then, he suddenly slams his palms on my desk, leaning down to my face with squinting eyes. "Perhaps if you took your head out of the clouds, you could follow simple instructions, Miss. Or was this one of your petty pranks yet again? Whichever it is, it earned you the opportunity to stay here after class and believe me you will not leave until you brew the potion perfectly. Now start over." the bat orders with feigned anger, and I mutter a small 'yes sir' under my breath while melting on the chair, hearing his commanding tone.
The bell rings, Rohan awakens slowly, and with a small scolding about paying attention to the ingredients from Snape, the boy scurries out the door in shame. While the students all exit the classroom in a neat line, Vincent approaches my desk with a repentant expression.
"I'm so sorry, your potion has gone to waste because I asked you to use your strings on Rohan. And now you have to stay after class. It's my fault." whispers the cherry prince once he made sure everyone left the facility. He has a reputation to uphold after all, Vincent Vaarn never apologizes to anyone.
"Oh, don't worry about it, I'm glad your friend is alright. That's what matters. And I'm used to serve detention under the bat already." flashing a warm smile to him, I try to wipe the remorse off his pretty face. I don't give two flying figs about how Rohan is, but I want to reassure Vincent, that I'm not mad at him.
"Well, well, well. Mister Vaarn, I didn't know the word sorry was present in your vocabulary. Quite odd seeing the most vicious student of mine apologizing to someone." the potioner appears out of nowhere behind Vincent's back, and the redhead turns around with a small blush on his cheeks, embarrassed.
"Well, erm, a man has to learn to apologize when it's necessary. Otherwise, he will be too arrogant, and that leads to mistakes in the future. Pride has to have its limits too." Vincent says with forced conceit, and saves himself in the last minute, clearly surprising the master, who raises one eyebrow at his pupil.
"Correct." he drawls lowly. "I'm glad to see a Slytherin aiming to maintain balance, and not falling prey of overconfidence. You're dismissed." Snape clearly wants to see everyone out the door already, and he chases the cherry boy away with his stern look. The door is shut, and the bat locks it with a swish.
"You are meeean." I whine at him. "You know he's actually not a bad guy, right?" I ask with a pout, because once again, Severus chased away a friend from my side.
"Yes, I'm aware. Believe me, I wake up surprised every day, wondering how he got into Slytherin. I mean, he's as vicious as a Puffskein." Severus pulls a grimace, which makes me burst out laughing, a smug smile in the corner of his lips.
"He belongs in Slytherin. He's calculating and proud, but has a very good heart. The boy has his adorable moments." I chuckle with a cute face.
"Taking fancy to him, are we?" Severus teases. "Are you preying on Slytherins nowadays?" I see his little game, and of course I'm not letting myself be cornered easy.
"Why would I prey on them when I already caught their head in my grasp?" my tone drops a few notes, and I raise my eyebrows to him suggestively.
"You're pretty bold, young lady. Perhaps I should teach you some manners by spanking you." he walks back to his desk, sitting down cross-legged. He what now? The bat wants to spank me? Oh Merlin, please don't tell me I'm dreaming. Just the thought of being bent over his desk with my skirt pulled up and my knickers around my ankles, while he 'teaches me manners' with every slap… ahhh I bet I'll be filled with his manners after that, his handprints all over my cheeks…
"Come now, don't sink into daydreams yet, we have important matters to discuss." he pulls me back to the ground with a serious voice and my mood changes with it. I get up and walk over to his sitting form.
"What did you discover?" he asks.
"Can you fully enter my mind?" I fidget with my fingers a bit. I honestly can't and don't even want to find the words to describe what I saw. Especially the last part of my journey.
"Only if you grant me access. Since you have gotten quite skilled at occlumency, I can only enter your mind without any major discomfort, if you allow me to do so." Snape explains. "Why do you ask?"
"I would rather show you than explain. I can't find the words for this…" I drop my gaze to his shoes, and the potioner looks at me questioningly for a few moments, but then he stands up, prompting me to raise my head.
"Sit there." he points to the first desk, closest to the teacher's platform. I assume he sent me here, because we have to keep our distance from each other, so I obey, walking over and taking a seat as he said. The bat takes out his wand, and points it to my forehead.
"This may feel a touch unpleasant, but don't try to resist. Close your eyes, and concentrate on the memories you saw in Ellgar's mind." he instructs and I slowly close my eyes. "Legilimens!" he says the incantation and I bring out the images collected from Rohan's memory bank, trying to play them to the potion master like a movie. I feel a slight pressure in my head, and a barely noticeable chill on my spine, but I don't show any resistance, just as Severus instructed me. When I get to the last bits, seeing Rohan kneeling in front of the armchair in the dark room, I break out in goosebumps, multiple shivers running down my back, and then, the potioner retreats from my mind palace. As I open my eyes, I see him quite upset, uneased even, a deep frown stains his face as he tramples back to his chair, sitting down elegantly, but with tension. He places his elbows on the desk, covering his fist with his other hand and pressing it to his lips, inhaling deeply in thought. Only after long minutes do I have the courage to stand up and walk up to his slouched form.
"Do you think we can win this case?" I ask in a meek tone.
"Of course. Even a fool can see that Ellgar's testimony is pure folly, and money made the minister believe the story. It is also possible, that Fudge doesn't want to lose the Ellgar family's support for the ministry, since they belong to the richest families in the wizarding world. Thanks to you, however, we shall be able to present the memories, and prove you innocent in front of the Wizengamot." the bat comforts me, but my heart can't seem to settle.
"Professor… Severus… who was that creature in that small black robe? Don't tell me…" I trail off, fear in my voice and concern on my face.
"Unfortunately, he's exactly who you think he is." his tone feels worn-out and pained, almost as if he went through a century of suffering.
"Holy Merlin… but why did he affect me so? I only saw a memory of him!"
"This is the usual effect the dark lord has on people. His power is so great and ominous, even a memory carrying his image plants deep fear in the viewer. I will make sure to erase that piece from your mind once your trial is over. You don't deserve to be plagued by him. There are enough people living in fear, I don't wish you to be part of them." the sheer guilt and compassion in his eyes make my heart ache for him, and I'm touched by his intent to keep me safe and 'clean'. Yes, I hope I won't ever have to see this horrible man again.
"I shall go and report the progress to the headmaster. Go to your next class, and I'll meet you in my office after dinner for our occlumency lesson." says the bat heading towards the door, holding it open for me. Packing my things quickly, I slap my bag on my shoulder and pass the potioner.
"Take care, Severus." I breathe to him before I disappear to the long corridor, skipping up the stairs to Flitwick's open doors to charms.
My day goes by like a snail. Charms didn't turn out as I wanted, because I simply couldn't concentrate, then I had one more class, Transfiguration, which was again a train wreck, thanks to McGonagall being so awkward and bitter around me. Argh, this is absolutely not my day. After classes, Drax invited me for a walk inside the castle, but the constant noise made by children irritated me to no end, so I decided to take a nap until dinner. I'm not good for anything today.
The feast goes by in silence, at least for me. Drax sat back-to-back with Vincent, so they can secretly communicate while they eat, and I'm sitting at our house table, supporting my head with an elbow on the top, nudging my food back and forth on my plate.
"Why the sad face?" I hear the familiar voice crawl into my head. I raise my eyes to the black spot sitting among the teachers, chewing peacefully.
"Today is a complete mess. Everything bothers me, and nothing comes out the way I want it to." I say a bit annoyed, pouting.
"What happened?"
"I nearly killed my classmate in charms, because I just couldn't focus to conjure my spell normally. Then, in Transfiguration, I killed the test animal we were supposed to transform, because I only made it change halfway. What's wrong with me, Severus?" I whine to him, dropping my fork to my plate with a big sigh. The potioner just chuckles in my head, and I look at him with with a small frown.
"What's so funny?"
"I think I will hold a different kind of occlumency lesson today." he says smirking, and finishes up his dinner.
"What do you mean?" I ask, but he just gets up, shoots me a meaningful look and exits through the back door behind the teachers. What is he planning?...
I finished my meal early, and left Drax to talk with Vincent, currently I'm descending the circular stairs towards Snape's office. The door is wide open when I arrive, and I politely knock on the door before entering, earning the bat's attention with the sound. He's standing with his back to me, arranging some vials on his shelves, but as I enter, he stops his ministrations and has his complete focus on me. The room is rearranged a bit, the round table is pushed to the wall, and in the middle of the room, the two black leather armchairs are facing each other, with very little distance between them.
"Good evening, Miss. Please, come in." he coos in a seductive tone. As I step away from the entrance, Snape locks the door behind me, and I audibly gulp from excitement, because he never locked his door for occlumency lessons before. I think this won't be an ordinary lecture.
"Take off your knickers—only your knickers— and sit down." he instructs, gesturing towards the chair with its back to the entrance door. I see a white folded towel placed on the seat; I assume my bare butt has to go on it. I reach under my skirt, and remove the purple lacy garment, folding it up neatly, and placing it my pocket. I lift my mid-length skirt a bit, so I can place my damp folds on the white puffy textile, and the potioner approaches my form from his desk.
"I figured since your freedom was horribly limited and your actions are monitored, this must place quite a great pressure on you, am I correct?" he asks nonchalantly, and I give him an affirmative nod. "Well, I thought it was time to ease some of the tension built up inside you… inside us. Moreover, I assume you also want to get rid of today's stress. Thus, the idea of this—special lesson occurred in my mind. Spread your thighs for me." he breathes into the air between us, and I do my best to follow his orders, opening my legs as far as the armrests allow me. The slight pressure in my head starts to take over me, numbing my body in a very pleasurable way, I can feel the tension in the atmosphere coming from the professor and from inside me also. Snape gets his wand out, swishes it a few times in the air, placing a silencing charm on the room, and then, the tip is pointed towards my ankles, conjuring ropes that tie my flesh above the shackles to the chair's front legs. My pulse is racing, I'm eagerly awaiting what he has in store for me.
"Until this moment, I taught you how to close up and shield your mind from access or influence. Today however, we will attempt the exact opposite of occlumency. Since we cannot approach each other physically, our only option is to form a perfect connection between our minds, and interact in that space." he takes a seat in front of me, in a cross-legged posture. "In other words, I shall fuck you without laying a hand on you." his low tone makes me tremble with desire, the master watches me intently under his lashes with the filthiest bedroom eyes, and I gulp again, squirming a bit in my seat. I'm more and more desperate for some friction on my swollen clit, luckily the rough material of the towel providing just that.
Snape lights the fire in the hearth, and kills all other light sources, leaving us in a warm semidarkness. Flame-shadows are dancing on my tied down form, but the master is hidden in the darkness, his black clothes melting together with the leather, only the whites of his eyes are accentuated. I'm gripping the armrests a tad forcefully, the straining tension in me demanding release as soon as possible, and the bat reads me like a book, as always, saying,
"Relax, darling, I know it's been a long time since I touched you, but this exercise needs complete focus, so try to ease up, and follow my instructions. Don't worry, you shall be thoroughly satisfied by the end of it." I hear his smirk from his tone.
"Yes sir." I breathe out, biting my lower lip.
"Good girl. Now, I need you to focus. Look into my eyes, and enter my mind palace. I will grant you access; you shouldn't concern yourself. I expect you to leave your mind as open as mine, understood? We must enter each other's minds at the same time to secure a connection. Just like we did it in the classroom earlier today, you have to let me in. This time however, I will not use a spell to enter. Our only guides will be our emotions, which is much more difficult than using a wand." explains the bat calmly.
"What do you mean, professor?" I let my head fall back into the leather behind me, our voices barely a whisper now, perfectly suitable for this deep and intimate moment we're sharing.
"It means, in order to fully enter and merge, we have to provide the other with a detailed image that can be found in our palace. In simple terms, you have to describe in detail a thought related to me in your mind. It can be a daydream from the past, or your intentions on what you wish to do with me at present. The moment the same image appears in my mind, the connection is secured, so pay extra attention to detail." his evil grin makes me want to get out of my skin and run away. He knows how bad I am when I have to express my desire with words! Dear God, and I have to be extra explicit! Merlin, I think I won't be able to look this man in the eye for months after this. But unfortunately, the urgent burning sensation in my core pushes me to comply, because truth be told, more than two weeks with complete touch-starvation is seriously getting to me. Especially when I see the subject of my lecherous dreams every day.
"A-Alright. Should I start?" I ask with flushed cheeks.
"Be my guest, dear. Take a few moments to lower the protective walls around your mental space, and then, I'm curious to hear what my naughty little student hides inside her about me." he leans back in the chair, taking a comfortable position. Closing my eyes, I make sure to disarm my protection, meditating for a few seconds in the silence, then re-opening my lashes only a rift, I let out a deep sigh, and begin the description.
"I have a reoccurring daydream I used to have in healing classes this year. After I realized my attraction to you, I imagined this the most, because it brought me the biggest pleasure, and—the ground might swallow me saying this—I nearly came each time from it. Since I always wrecked my potions on purpose just to get detention, I adored when you scolded me. Your serious scolding voice turned me on like crazy, and I found myself doing anything just to hear it. I don't know why, maybe because that tone held the most authority, but I melted on the spot each time I got berated. So, I started imagining this: Each time, after you assigned me detention, I imagined that I could freeze time around me, but I could leave specific people out. So, I would freeze the class in time, but leave you moving and conscious. I would go up to you, and crash my lips to yours, this resulting in an outraged reaction of course, you trying to push me off and hold me accountable. But I would simply press my hand on your mouth, and straddle you, attacking your neck while you squirmed in your chair. I always subdued you to a moaning mess in my mind, until you succumbed to your primal instincts and stopped resisting altogether, moreover, until you grabbed me and made me bend over your desk, flipping my skirt up and tearing my knickers down, so you can spank me hard for being a naughty girl…" I explain my daydream in detail, and weirdly enough, I find myself quite immersed in it, my juices flowing all over the towel below me, half lidded eyes roaming over the potioner's body and wet, parted lips contouring the outlines of these filthy words. Shame seems to avoid my conscience as I sink deeper and deeper into my lust-fueled imagination.
"…You would always give me 13 spanks, those spanks were merciless, and they stung like hell, but I lived for the burning sensation on my skin, and I tried to imagine your perfect handprint on my cheeks after each hit. When I glanced back to your body, I saw your raging erection, and at around the seventh hit, I would start begging for your cock, loud and shameless, the feeling that my classmates were watching us, putting more wood to the fire inside me."
"Oh, so I have a little exhibitionist on my hands now, is it?" he says, keeping deep eye contact, smirking.
"Not quite. I love the idea of being watched, but I could never even undress in front of people." I tell him openly.
"I see. Please continue."
"I was wet beyond measure by the time you struck twelve, and after you delivered the final hit, I felt your cock plunging deep inside, all the way to the hilt, pulling a scream out of me as I trembled under you.
'Naughty girls deserve punishment' you growled in my ear as you fucked me into the desk, long, hard strokes, dominating my every cell… then you pulled out suddenly, quickly turned me over, forced my thighs to my chest, and impaled me on your length again, me arching my back off the table with an animalistic cry… then you would demand I say sorry until I exploded on you, clenching your rod like there's no tomorrow…"
This is the point I feel his presence in my headspace. He made it, he's here. My heart picks up the pace in my chest, knowing now it's my turn to enter his mind. I'm excited to hear his story, although doing this without my strings or wand will be difficult, so I have to focus on his details. Now it's the professor who conjures some ropes around his own ankles, and at this point I can't help but ask,
"Professor, why did you tie my ankles to the chair?"
"So, you don't get tempted to pounce me when we're connected. Believe me, it will feel too similar to real sex, so I want to prevent us from making bad decisions." he huffs. I bite my lips together in anticipation, wondering if Snape ever had any daydreams, he didn't seem like the type to let his imagination wander away.
"Believe it or not, even I let myself indulge in nice images occasionally. Definitely not as graphic as yours, but comforting scenarios nonetheless." Oh yes! He's inside my head now, he's able to see and hear everything!
"Please don't start rummaging through my thoughts professor." I ask him with a pleading face. I realized that it's easier if I vocalize my thoughts from now on, he's hearing them anyway, no?
"Calm yourself, I'm not like certain people, who enter others minds when they are not even conscious and look inside every cabinet." he raises an eyebrow to me and I blush deeply with a diffident smile.
"Now. Keep eye contact and focus on my words. My scenario is not nearly as—heated—as you would say, but this was my most frequented place when you kept your distance from me. For some reason, your desperate struggle for me to notice and acknowledge you had its effect, and I found myself thinking about embracing you more than I could count. Each day after dinner, before I did my nightly routine, my mind wandered away in my office, during grading or even during classes on rare occasions. I imagined sitting in my armchair, and you curled up in my arms, a warm blanket covering us, while I read aloud for you, soothing you with my voice, knowing how much you like it. Sometimes I took walks with you in the forest, looking for potion ingredients, and I always took pleasure in watching you discover new plants or creatures that the forest had to offer. But if you're curious about the most stimulating image I possess, then, I used to imagine your soft lips against mine right before falling asleep. I would allow myself to trace my fingers over every inch of your warm skin, as you laid on top of me nude under the covers. Relishing your proximity, I adored your hungry little kisses, and the demanding noises you made as I explored your mouth. It only enhanced my enjoyment when I denied you certain touches, your adorable whimpers awaking my erection each night."
I imagine every second he's illustrating to me, and although his mind is not as dirty as mine is, (at least not here) I'm positively aroused by his idea of closeness and intimacy. As the hushed words fall from his lips, I get lost in his gorgeous black orbs, and suddenly, I feel like I crossed an invisible threshold. My eyes drop shut, and upon examining my surroundings around, I recognize this place as his mind palace.
But the place doesn't look like I remember, because as I turn around, I can see my own mind space, the two skies merged together, grey with cerulean blue mixing beautifully, black soil under my feet while Snape standing on a bit modernized parquet floor, but these two also overlapping flawlessly. I run over to the potioner, my heart almost falling out of its place. Halting right before his tall form, I hesitantly place my hand on his chest, it's almost as if I can't believe my eyes that he's here and I can touch him freely. Finally. Finally, I can touch him. When I'm certain that I can in fact feel the fabric of his cassock under my fingertips, everything goes silent for a moment around us. Now I let out all my frustration and hunger.
I tackle the potioner to the floor with the power of twenty horses, straddling him, attacking his face and under his jaw with small kisses. Undoing the buttons on his chest, and freeing his neck from his cravat, I entwine my fingers in his soft hair, pulling his head backwards, I give his skin a long lick from his collarbones all the way to the tip of his jaw.
"What an impatient minx I ha—" I slam my hand on his mouth panting, grinding into his erection mercilessly.
"Shut your mouth Severus and fuck me." I hiss the ordering words onto his lips, raping his cavern with my tongue, the sloppiest, most demanding kiss I ever gave him. I totally lost control of my body, and while I'm a trembling whimpering mess in the armchair outside, inside, the bat is knuckles-deep inside me with two fingers, he switched our positions, and now I'm arching my back into his bare chest, screaming my pleasure freely into our mind palace. My wrists are prisoners under his grasp above my head, and the next moment all my clothes are gone, leaving me naked and surprised under the bat.
"This is our headspace, remember? We control everything here, you can change anything with your imagination." as he says this, a huge soft bed appears under my back, and the potioner leans in super close to my face.
"We don't have much time, but let me ask you something. How much do you want me to restrain myself?" he asks, slight concern in his eyes. I wrap my legs around his waist tightly, pulling him flush to me.
"I don't want to be able to walk out of your office, Severus." I choke out, maximum neediness clouding my vision, and this is the moment where my logical thinking abandons me entirely. Like a perfectly directed erotic movie, our passionate lovemaking plays out behind my closed eyelids, and the best part is that I'm feeling every single touch and caress, I'm lost in rapture, lost in love, lost in Severus. My body sits in the potioner's office, with head thrown back and irregular breathing mixed with moans; while my mind is being fucked senseless. I open my eyes slightly to steal a glance of the potioner's real body, and my breath hitches in my throat as I see him discreetly pleasuring himself in the darkness, eyes squeezed shut, his strokes moving in tandem with his thrusts in our minds. Ah, that irresistible swollen pink cock is driving me to the brink of madness, and stealing the bat's idea, I also sneak my hands between my legs, drawing circles around my clit. I'm sitting in a puddle already, poor towel has a hard time absorbing all my lusty juices, but this doesn't stop me from grinding my slick folds onto the rough surface. Soon enough, the master opens his eyes too, both of us enjoying the sight of the other, chasing our climax, while in our minds, I'm still pounded hard into the mattress.
"You're gorgeous like this." he chokes out into the night air between us.
"You're sexy too." I whimper with a smile. "I just want to crawl into your lap and ride you… feel you deep inside me…" my tone is almost a suffering one, being tied down to the spot bothers me a lot.
"Can't you feel me inside you?" he asks seductively, and pushes himself in to the hilt in our mind space, making me groan in both places.
"Yes, but f-feeling you for real would make me cum the moment you touch me…"
"You're already on the on the verge of climax dear," he chuckles darkly "so be a good girl and cum for me."
He bites my neck in our minds, ripping a long, forceful scream out of my throat, and I fall apart under him, body shaking, mind going blank, eyes rolling back and gripping the sheets in my fists while Sev helps me ride out my orgasm until the last wave dies down, and the master reaches his own peak, emptying his load deep inside. When I come down from my high, I place an open-mouthed kiss on the bat's forehead, and leave his mind, now fully back to my present position. Sitting on a wet towel, sweaty, messy hair, and trying to catch my breath, while absolutely living for the sight of the exhausted potioner, laying before me like a ragdoll, with soiled clothes and locks of dark hair glued to his face. We gradually regain our senses, and my professor vanishes the binds from our ankles, and cleans himself up, buttoning up his trousers.
"Can we do this more often? Anywhere?" I ask, still heaving a bit.
"Unfortunately, not. I told you; this has to be done in silence, maintaining perfect focus, otherwise you can never hope for a stable connection." he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to arrange it somewhat. "We can arrange more sessions like this if you wish. But only if your progress in Occlumency will exceed my expectations."
"I will freakin' read Voldemort's mind for you if I can see you masturbate like that in front of me again." I point at him dramatically with a wide grin. A deep chortle bubbles up in his chest.
"Aren't you just a little bit overconfident? Besides, was the sight of me—pleasuring myself to your liking that much?" he raises one eyebrow like for him it was unbelievable that someone could find him attractive in this matter.
"You have no idea how hot it was." I bite my lower lip, accentuating my point.
"Alright then. We'll make sure to repeat it." Snape says, a tiny smile in the corner of his lips. The potioner looks at the clock, it's almost ten. We definitely took our time, but I don't regret any of it. "You should head to bed, it's way past curfew. Minerva plans on giving the sixth years a test tomorrow, so make sure you sleep enough." He takes the towel away as I stand up, my legs wobbly a little as I try to pull up my panties. After arranging myself a bit, I stop in the doorway, leaning on it, stealing one last glance of my lover. Snape locks eyes with me, keeping this link for long long moments.
"Thank you, Severus." I say gently, and after receiving a short nod, I make my way up to my dorm, to have a well-deserved good night's sleep.