Fan Fiction ❯ Can't Rape the Willing ❯ One-Shot

You can't Rape the Willing

WHAM! Followed by the clicking of a locked door, Severus spun around but could not see a thing. His dungeon office was dark, he had been brooding near a dying fire, staring hard into the glowing coals dark thought turning themselves over and over in his mind, black eyes clouded by malicious thoughts. But now he stood facing the door of his office, his heart in his throat, pounding. At first he figured it was one of the schools ghost, but they wouldn't dare do this, well, only one would, but Snape wasn't pelted with icy cold-water balloons so that was quickly ruled out. Swallowing hard he broke the heavy silence.

"Whose there! Answer me!" He demanded, his voice a little louder then a raised voice, echoing about the stones walls, he cast glances around the darkness he was more nervous then normal, he slowly moved his hand to open his coat, reaching for the concealed wand in its protective pocket. Quicker then he could see, someone flew out of the darkness and at him, throwing him against the wall right near the fire place, pinning his arms back, with strange strength. Finally a face came into view, and it was just more of a shock to this aged Potion's Master. There staring into his black eyes, were equally as dark eyes, framed with black lace eyelashes, long black silken hair framed the pale delicate face, was one of his elder students, this girl was nearly as tall as him, a feverish hunger of some sort burned in the onyx eyes of hers, her dark red lips were turned in a devilish smile as she stood there nose to nose with him. He struggled against her staring into his face.

"Unhand me!" He tried to yell, but managed a croaking whisper. His strength failed him, the girl was oddly strong, and all he could see was her pale face burning from the darkness, smiling at him, holding him there.

"I don't think that's what you really want." She said, her voice low, soft, and sensual. At the moment her voice penetrated his ears the large blue moon peeked out from hiding behind a cloud bank, eerie blue light pouring into the office from a small window set in the wall, it illuminated all of her, all he could do was stare.

The moonlight shone on every curve of the young eighteen-year olds body, she was wearing something of a white silk nightgown, barely thick enough to hide her body beneath it. Her eyes watched his as they traced up her long slender legs, following the smooth curve of her hips and sides, pausing at the swell of her well-formed breast, and becoming frozen on her strangely delicate face, her smile widened lightly as she caught his eyes again, a new emotion deep in his dark pools. She stepped closer, pressing her body against his, a small shudder ran along his body as she drew her lips dangerously close to his ear, her cheek pressed into his tousled long black hair, a dark chuckled seeped from her throat as she drove herself into his body, giving him no escape.

"W-what is the m-meaning of this?" He stammered, his voice barely a whisper. Again he tried to push her off as she chuckled again, but it only led his body into pressing against hers, her cold hands were holding his wrists tightly, her laugh echoed again in his ear, rising passion in him. To his fear, he felt a stirring in him, unable to stop himself a soft groan drifted from between his clenched teeth, she leaned back and looked at him, smiling. "S-stop this…" He growled, not really wanting it to stop, but fearing what would happen if it didn't, or the probability of being caught.

"Awe...does the poor Potion Master fear a little school girl?" She cooed, pouting slightly, the moon shone on her lips, causing him to stare, and licks his own. She chuckled menacingly and pulled on his arms, turning at the last minutes, flinging him down to the floor, he fell hard on the floor, but tried quickly to roll over pulling his wand at the same time, as he reached his back, she pounced on him, straddling his stomach, holding the wrist of the hand with the wand tightly, pinning the other one down on his own chest. She leaned close, there was a slit in the white slip, right up to her hip, it showed off her lean leg, one strap of the slip slid down her arm, she leaned over, Snape got an eyeful of her cleavage which was sufficiently enough, a blush rose on his pale cheeks. Her fingers were strongly wrapped around his wrist; she looked at the wand, the tip barely glowing with power. He tried to say something, to deter her somehow, but all he could do was gasp, she leaned close, her face inches from his, her long black hair hanging down around his head.

"Don't worry, I won't be gentle." She said, dark passion in her voice, his eyes widened as she savagely kissed him, her soft lips ravaging his mouth, her tongue slipping in as he gasped, and searching his mouth, as if she hungered for him. At first he tried to fight her off, but she was strong, and as she kissed him, he felt himself grow weak, he dropped his wand and if fell with a soft clatter at his side, and allowed himself to be brutally kissed by this vixen pinning him to his own office floor. He felt his entire body relax his arms falling back beside his head, her body leaning closer to his as she pushed his arm down forcefully. She stopped kissing him and sat up, letting go of his wrist, he laid there motionless and spell bound, a blush still on his cheeks, his eyes wild with lust. She smiled down on him, placed both her hands on his chest, and ripped open the clothing that constricted his chest, not prepared for such a thing, he lifted his arm to stop her, she slapped him across his face, and it rang with pain.

"Naughty Professor." She said coldly. "You will lie there and not fight." She said sharply, as she continued to strip him of his upper clothes, leaving him bare chest upon his own clothing, something about her forcefulness and her severity awoken him, he felt himself growing hard as she lifted her own silk clothing off of her body, tossing it aside, and sitting bare bodied on his stomach. His eyes lingered on her thin frame, her body only aroused the desire in him more, but he dare not move. She got off of him, and looked at his pants, smiling she ran her hand softly along his stomach, causing him to shiver and close his eyes, her fingers delicately teased his nipples, before running along his stomach to his belt, undoing it, painfully slow. She removed the belt and stood holding it. "Get up." She said, he stared at her, but didn't move. "I said get up!" She said loudly, kicking his hip slightly, he rose this time, she pointed towards a chair he usually sat in, he went and sat, watching her nude body as she moved towards some spare rope near his desk, and return with it tying his hands to the arm rest. "You will not move…until I say so." She said softly, kneeling before him, and running a hand along his stomach, and his crotch, kneading him beneath his close, he grunted and tilted his head back, she removed the rest of his clothing, all the while teasing him, till he sat there bare against the chair. "Mmm, quite impressive." She said looking down at his swollen member, erect and aching for her. He stared down at her, silent, not saying a thing, pleading with his eyes to be taken. She ran a hand down the shaft of his member caressing it, she leaned forward licking the tip before taking it into her mouth, he grunted and threw his head back again, as she began pleasuring him, after awhile when he couldn't control his hips from bucking she stopped, he looked at her, his eyes alight with fire. She stood up, drawing her face close to him. "I want you to beg." She said, he just stared, his jaw slacking slightly. Again came the harsh smack across his cheek, his head lolled to the side as he clenched his teeth shut, his cheek burning where a pink handprint was forming. He looked at her his eyes burning with anger, and passion, she leaned forward, trailing one cold finger down the shaft of his throbbing member, he grunted as he watched her kneel down in front of him, and lean closely to him, and run the very tip of her tongue along the same path as her finger, he groaned out through clenched teeth.

"Please." She smiled, and moves her hands slowly along his legs, along his thighs, up his stomach to his chest, her body teasingly rubbing against his own, making him pine even more. He groaned louder as she reached his face, running her thin fingers through his hair, kissing along his neck, suckling his ear, and collarbone. "Ughn, end my suffering!" He growled through clenched teeth staring into her cold eyes as she hovered just inches above his starving manhood. She reached behind her slightly and untied his hands, immediately he wrapped them tightly around her waist, and shoved his face into her breasts, forcing her down onto himself as he hungrily sucked on her hard nipples. She moaned as slowly the motions began, up and down in the chair, him biting gently and licking playfully, and growling into her skin, she threw her head back and moaned as the speed quickened and he nipped her neck. She clutched his head to her breasts and neck, the other gently clawing his back, slowly digging deeper with each maddening thrust into her.

With great care, he lifted her out of the chair and laid her down on the cold stone floor, never loosing a beat in the rhythmic motion, her hips meeting his, his thrusting against her, he could feel the passion rising, mounting, she was moaning more loudly and often, saying his name, biting onto his neck playfully. He thrust heavy and hard into her, causing her to nearly scream his name with peeking passions, he offering an animalistic growling moan as he came within her, collapsing on top of her, allowing the spasms of sexual ecstasy wash over himself. He listened to the rapid beating of her heart, mingling with his own, his thoughts slowly turning on how this was wrong, she was a student, a bad student, a down right naughty and completely amazing student, he pushed it out of his mind, kissing her neck gently, begging her with his lips to stay as he rolled to his side, holding her to him, he begged for one last time, not wanting to be alone, and cold again.

"Stay…please, I beg you." He whispered into her ear, caressing her neck, holding her close, savoring her warmth.

"Always." She replied in a husky sweet tone, causing him to drift to sleep, feeling her turn and bury her face into his chest, curling her naked body with his own, not caring they were in his office, not caring that if need it be, any professor could use a key or a charm and barge in discovering this sight. All Snape care about right now was this girl, this passionate nymph whom came to him in the night. "Always and forever Severus." She whispered again, the last thing he heard as he fell asleep, a deep, peaceful sleep, where he was no longer plagued by nightmares, and the cold loneliness of the night.