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Ariel & Gobuss
| Chapter 30 - "Kinky Games" |
Beta Reader: Leviosahex
30. Kinky games
I will be your doll
I will be your hole
I will be your toy
I will be your thing
I will remove your heart
I will burn your world
I will be your object
Tease and tear*
“Snape's late,” Ron said, pointlessly, since everyone had already noticed. “Maybe he has broken his leg and can’t make it,” the redhead continued in a hopeful voice, but then frowned. “Nope... I guess that even if he has broken his neck, he would immediately set it just to make it to class so he could grind us down.”
And as if to confirm these words, the door opened abruptly and slammed against the wall. Ron jumped, Hermione shuddered, Neville knocked over his ink (again), Lavender squealed, and Harry smiled. But he had to quickly bow his head to hide it.
The Potions Master stopped in the middle of the room and said:
“Before beginning today's lesson, you will receive back your test results. The standard of which is so embarrassing that even a first year could have written better.” He waved his wand at his desk and the neat pile of scrolls sitting there quietly starting flying around the room, distributing themselves amongst the students. “You are all sixth years, although, apparently, some of you are unable to distinguish between a bowl of soup in a pot, from a potion in a cauldron. You seem to believe that you can add anything you want, in any order. You seem to have forgotten that potions is a subtle art, an art in which ever movement has a specific sequence and duration. Unfortunately, your small minds will never understand this. Or maybe I should better say, fortunately."
Harry heard Ron, who was sitting beside him, moaning:
“Oh no… this weekend was going to be so good...”
Hermione unrolled her test and her face initially showed surprise, but it quickly turned into an expression of anger and sorrow.
“Oh no,” she hissed, Ron look over her shoulder.
“What's the matter?” he asked as he peered at her test result. “But you have 'exceeds expectations'. What’s so bad about that?”
She shot him a dark look and curled her lips:
“I knew this was going to happen. I couldn’t write everything on this subject, even if I studied really hard on it. There was nothing in our textbook about the possibilities for extending the duration of invisibility potions. And there were only a few brief mentions of them in other books. It’s not fair! How could I have known this?” she pouted.
Ron rolled his eyes, unrolled his own parchment, and almost immediately groaned, rolled it back up again, and an expression of despair appeared on his face.
“My Mum is going to kill me,” he muttered, banging his forehead on his desk. “'Dreadful' again.”
Harry looked at the scroll lying in front of him. He had wanted to impress Severus. He had studied so hard. It's wasn’t even about the fact that he had learnt everything by his heart, but he had also understood it, and had managed to combined some theories and drawn his own conclusions. But did Snape appreciate it? Was everything well written, or had he got it all mixed up again?
He lifted the parchment and unrolled it slowly...
...and suddenly his eyes widened, the scroll fell from his hands down to the desk and to the floor.
He felt the surprised look of his friends.
“What is it, mate?” Ron asked.
Harry gulped and leant down to pick up the parchment.
“N-nothing,” he stuttered. “ I just…I just failed again.”
“Troll?” Ron asked with a little compassion in his voice, however, it was shrouded with the shadow of satisfaction of knowing that someone had received a worse mark than himself.
“Yeah,” Harry muttered quietly as he squeezed the parchment in his shaky hand, feeling his head spinning with bewilderment.
As soon as his friends went back to reading their own test result, Harry unrolled the parchment again and looked at the sharp detail of Snape's handwriting:
Never in his entire life had he expected to receive an “Outstanding” in a Potions. It was unbelievable. He felt such happiness that he wanted to climb onto his desk and start singing. He lifted his head and looked at Severus. The man, as if sensing his gaze, looked up, and their eyes met. Harry felt as if something was blossoming in his chest. He hoped Snape could see it, that he felt it too, and although the Potions Master's face remained impassive, he saw a glow in his eyes…and that was enough for Harry.
Harry dropped his gaze and could feel the first licks of fire rip over his skin.
“If you have finished with your pitiful show of groans about marks which are the effect of your own foolishness, get out your cauldrons and other supplies, because today’s lesson will begin immediately,” the man instructed firmly as he turned away with a flourish and approached his desk. Everyone started unpacking their Potion’s supplies, but Harry could not contain himself from putting his hand in his pocket and pressing it against the stone. He felt dizzy. Everything around him became irrelevant. Inside, his desire grew. He wanted so much to repay Severus. Now. He could not wait. He could not.
He closed his eyes and sent:
"Severus... you should know that in this moment I'm dreaming only about sliding my hand under the desk, into my pants, and tightening my fingers around my erection. I'm so hard it hurts, and it’s all because of you. I want to fulfil my desire now while I'm looking at you. Could I?"
Maybe it was a bit too much, but even just imaging it his cock responded immediately by tightening in his pants.
He saw Snape, who was sitting at his desk, stick his hand into his pocket and take out the stone. He looked down and... his eyes widened. After a moment, he raised his head and looked directly at Harry. The look was so leering that it pierced him and caused him to shiver. The boy felt a shudder so strong that in ran through every part of his body, immediately followed by a wave of heat. He moved his hand under his desk to loosen his pants, because his erection was painfully pressed against them, and he saw the man's eyes change – they began to glow strangely, but Snape immediately turned away and stared at the wall. It was as if he was trying to control himself.
Harry bit his lip and looked down at his desk. He felt as if he was on fire. He wanted Severus so much that it was extremely difficult for him to gain control over himself. But he had to. He was in the middle of a class full of students. He could not...
Oh, to hell with it!
He closed his eyes, feeling dizzy, and tried to take some deep breaths, to fill his tight lungs with a more air. But when he breathed out, an uncontrollable moan escaped his lips, and he froze. He could feel surprised looks coming from Ron, Hermione and… Severus.
“Are you all right, Harry?” his friend asked as she placed his potions knife and cutting board on the desk. “You look like you’ve got fever. You’ve gone all red.”
“Y-yes. It’s just... a little hot in here” he stammered, opening his eyes and blushing. He saw Snape quickly turn his head.
“Why don't you take your things out?” Ron asked, surprised. "Snape will give you a dressing down."
“What? Right.” Harry sighed as he grabbed his bag and took out his cauldron, scales and other pointless things that currently held no importance to him.
Finally, when everyone was ready, had their eyes fixed on their teacher, and the class was silent, the Potions Master turned his gaze away from the wall and looked at them with surprise, as if, for a moment, he had forgotten where he was.
“Introduction,” he said, jumping up from his desk with such force that the desk shook. A pot of ink and a potion fell to the stone floor, and shattered into tiny pieces.
Ignoring the surprised looks from the students, the man took out his wand and waved it angrily to clean the mess.
“Today, we will continue with the topic of invisibility potions,” he said, as he walked into the middle of the class. “Who here knows, which of the invisibility potions is the most dangerous?”
Hermione's hand shot up, and Harry looked down. He knew the answer to this question, but in his current state he would better not to come forward because he would have a serious problem if he had to stand up.
Why had no one ever invented a spell for this type inconvenience? Surely a spell like that could help thousands of teenagers who were suffering from raging hormones.
“The Potion of Chameleon,” Hermione said not waiting for Snape's reaction.
The man frowned. “Why?”
“Because, unlike the chameleon spell, you cannot cease its effects, and if poorly made, it can cause the drinker to blend-in with the environment and be absorbed by it. And there is no antidote, because there is no possibility to take it if the drinker is "absorbed". In the case of Blurring Potion...
“Enough,” Snape interrupted abruptly. "Yes, your task today is to prepare this potion. Therefore, my advice to you all is to apply yourselves to the fullest, because you may have to try it out for yourselves.”
A murmur ran through the class. Everybody was aware of Snape's teaching methods, and despite the fact that everyone knew that the Headmaster categorically forbade such practices, no one was quite sure whether the Professor was bothered by such a ban. He might want to fulfil his threat. “Silence!” Snape said sternly as he waved his wand at the blackboard. “These are the ingredients and the formula for preparing the potion,” he said, as he looked at each student. “You have until the end of this class. The ingredients...” His gaze rested on Harry, “...can be found under your desks.”
Silence fell. Silence so heavy that it was almost a ringing in the ears. The students looked at each other. Several looked under their desks.
“I meant to say...” Snape cleared his throat, “...in the store cupboard.”
Harry needed all his strength to control himself and not burst out laughing. The awareness, that if he did, Severus would probably obliterate him, truly helped.
The Professor turned, and proudly walked back to his desk. Harry bit his lip to suppress the laughter that was still creeping up his throat, and asked Hermione if she could bring him the required ingredients – he still really didn’t want to stand up.
When Ron and Hermione returned with the ingredients, he was in the middle of reading the instructions, and his friends joined him a moment later. The potion, although very dangerous, did not seem overly complicated.
"Cut the sandalwood bark into strips, mix with three drops of blood from a Madagascar Chameleon, wait until the bark turns green, then throw it into the cauldron. The proper erection should be a bright green cloud of vapor..."
Harry blinked. Something was wrong... He resumed reading the instruction, and almost fell off his chair. He stared, unable to believe his eyes, then looked around the classroom. He was not the only one who had noticed. Pansy Parkinson was giggling and pointing at the blackboard. Ron tilted his head and stretched his neck.
“Wait, was it written...” Ron started.
“Yes, but don't you dare speak that word aloud,” Hermione scolded, whose face took on the colour of the potion Desideria Intima, then resolutely raised her hand. Snape looked up from the paper which he was marking, and looked at her.
“What is it, Miss Granger?”
The Gryffindor cleared her throat and pointed to the blackboard.
“I think ... you have made a mistake, sir,” she said, blushing even more. Snape frowned and looked at the blackboard. Harry closed his eyes.
He preferred not to see this. He could hear giggles creeping around him. It seemed that everyone had noticed...
“Silence,” Snape's voice seemed a little... nervous. The man threw a quick spell at the board and changed the word "erection" for "reaction." “When I find out who did this, he will not go unpunished,” he growled.
Harry felt his lips tremble, and quickly pressed a hand to his mouth, pretending to cough.
“Um,” Hermione raised her hand again nervously.
“What is it now?” the man hissed.
“The blackboard is on fire, sir.”
Snape's eyes widened when he looked at the blackboard, covered with flames that were almost reaching the ceiling.
Harry doubled over in a "coughing" fit. Ron looked at him worriedly and patted him on the back.
“You all right, mate?” he asked. Harry nodded as he wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. He had to control himself. After all, he did not want to ruin everything, but the thought that Snape... because of him...
He forced himself to breathe deeply and stop thinking about what he had led Severus to.
"That's enough!" The angry man's voice bounced off the walls of the classroom, “Twenty points from Gryffindor. One more incident like that and all of you will be threw out of the classroom. All of you.”
Yeah, Severus could save his face in every situation, thought Harry, breathing deeply and no, absolutely without any more laughter.
The Gryffindors looked shocked. Harry looked up, although he still had a tickling sensation in his stomach, and he was immediately drilled by a burning look from Severus. A look that said:
"You will pay me after class, Potter!"
And Harry knew, oh yes, he knew that this threat Severus will carry out.
Ron leaned over and whispered to him:
“Have you noticed that Snape is behaving a bit strangely today?”
Harry stopped the smile that threatened to creep over his face just at the last moment, and cleared his throat:
“Maybe... something unbalanced him?”
“Yeah,” Ron growled, pulling his gaze from his professor, and picking up his knife to start chopping the bark. “But why he took points from us?”
“Because he would take points from us if he so much as slipped on something in the corridor!” Hermione interrupted angrily, chopping her bark.
“Be quiet! He is staring at us,” Ron whispered, looking pointedly at his desk. Harry could not resist and looked up. Severus's eyes flashed, and the boy felt a twitch in his stomach. Quickly, he lowered his head and began to wonder whether Snape would look at him like that for the whole lesson.
Harry found out that he was. He could still feel his gaze on him, and it made it more and more difficult to just sit down on his chair. Despite this distracting complication, the potion in his cauldron looked and smelt the way it should, and Harry was really pleased with it. He added a pinch of powdered scorpion venom, stirred three times clockwise, increased the temperature slightly, and walked away to wash his hands after handling the poison.
He had just taken a few steps before there was a massive explosion. Harry closed his eyes and turned around slowly. Where his cauldron had been just a moment ago, there were only the remains of his tools, and fragments of his cauldron steaming on his desk. The green potion was dripping to the floor and had splashed on the robes of the closets students, although, miraculously their faces had not been hit, as if they had been protected by an invisible barrier. Those who had managed to hide under their desks, started to get up slowly, and looked at everything with bewilderment. Ron and Hermione, covered in green slime, first looked at each other with the wide open eyes and then at Harry, who was standing there with his mouth open.
It was... impossible. Everything he had been doing really well. Every ingredient he had prepared and added exactly as in the instruction. But ...
He closed his mouth and looked at Snape. That was enough for him. The expression of malicious satisfaction he saw on his face, told him absolutely everything.
“Well, well ...” the man said, getting up from his desk and crossing his arms. “It seems as though Mr. Potter has decided to dump Mr. Longbottom off the pedestal designed for complete losers. At least you did not ruin the entire classroom, Potter. But thanks to this… you are going to have a really nice job for the rest of the afternoon. You will stay after class and clean up everything thoroughly.... without the use of spells.
Harry felt his stomach squirm with excitement. Severus had entered his game... How nice.
After a while, when he felt the eyes of all the students on him, he realised that he was expected to say something in retort. So he decided to say:
“It wasn't my fault, Professor. The explosion just occurred… spontaneously. I just... raised the heat.”
Snape's eyes flashed. Harry could barely stop himself from smiling.
"In that case, you will have a lot of time to feel the results of the explosion on your own skin. Unless, of course, you will not cause another one…” The man's eyes squinted slightly
“I assure you, Professor, that you will be the first person to know about the next one..."
“No doubt, Potter” Severus replied, smirking. “If you are a good boy and clean everything up well enough, maybe I will be generous and not take more points away from you.”
Harry had the feeling that something heavy had fallen in his stomach.
“Please do not worry, Professor. I will not leave even a drop ...” he answered quietly, struggling with all his might to continue controlling the smile that wanted to appear.
Something inside him sang triumphantly when he saw Severus's eyes widened for a split second and then squinted in a way that only Harry could read.
He felt such strong excitement that he had the impression that if he lingered any longer he would burst into flames from it, and... from terror. He was standing in the middle of a classroom full of students ... exchanging suggestive kinky comments full of hidden provocative meanings with Severus, and Snape’s expression said that he was thinking about the same thing.
Oh, why could they not just throw it all to hell and get on to a much more enjoyable activity? But soon...
Harry returned to his desk, and avoiding the looks from his concerned friends, he knelt and pretended to start cleaning. He could feel the gaze of his surprised and slightly puzzled classmates on him.
“Enough,” Severus snapped, turning to the other students, “You have had enough time to make the potion. It is time to assess your regrettable skills,” and without waiting for any replies, he started stalking up the rows, looking in each cauldron with eyes full of disapproval. He wasn't stopping to give malicious comments as he usually did, but he behaved like he was in a hurry, as if he wanted to this done as soon as possible. When he had finished, he returned to the front of the class and turned to everyone:
“Your results are as pathetic as always. Apparently, six years is not enough to learn the ability to brew at least one proper potion. Class dismissed. Get. Out.”
The students looked at each other in confusion, then slowly began to pack their bags. Snape never ended a class early. Indeed, something really must be unbalancing him...
“Don’t wait for me,” Harry told Ron and Hermione when they stood beside him with their bags, not knowing what to do now. “This might take a while,” he said as he pointed to the mess scattered all over his desk and floor.
They nodded and moved, with expressions of pity, towards the exit.
“We’ll meet you in the common room, Harry,” Hermione said, before she disappeared, along with Ron through the door.
The room fell silent. Harry gulped and stood up slowly. He heard a gentle whisper and saw two flashes at the door. He could not help but smile when he turned towards Snape. The man waved his wand and the mess surrounding Harry disappeared.
“In class today, you behaved reprehensibly, Mr. Potter,” Severus said sharply, hiding his wand.
Harry felt a heat emanating from his lower abdomen. He did not know why, but the words "Mr. Potter," were spoken in such a way that they caused chills to run through him and made him want to continue with this damn sexy game.
“I expect you realise that you deserved… the punishment,” Snape continued, looking straight into his eyes, nailing him with a dark disapproval look.
Harry walked over to his desk and sat on it, with his legs slightly apart so that Snape could see the bulge in his pants.
Oh yes, he was so hard... and he knew that Snape could see it too.
The adrenaline was still pumping fast through his veins. It had not yet diminished after their flirt during the lesson and now it was only being fed by the man’s look that seemed to peel his skin.
“Yes, Professor. I know my behaviour was a little ... inappropriate…” Was he really going to talk to Snape like this? “…And I suppose you could say that it was really quite unacceptable. So, I agree with you.” He smiled mysteriously. “I am ready to accept any punishment you wish to impose on me.”
Severus’ face displayed such tension, it seemed as though the man would not be able to cope with this situation for much longer. Harry watched him as he undid his collar and licked his lips.
Oh, so this little game was giving him quite a pleasure... So there wasn’t any contraindications to continuing it...
Harry reached for his own tie, loosened it a bit and began to slowly move the knot up and down. Up. And down.
Severus's eyes followed the movements of his hands, and his face began to glow, until it was nearly as intense as the flaming in his eyes. He licked his thin lips again and smiled darkly.
“And how do you wish to be punished, Mr. Potter?”
Harry felt as if every word spoken, made the air thicker and become more viscous and heavy with the promise hovering in the air. He narrowed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the fire that was consuming him:
“Hmm... You could fuck me, Professor,” he replied quietly, letting his lips form a smirk.
Snape's eyebrows rose and his eyes filled with a fire that was equal to that which had consumed Harry all this time.
“Such an ugly word coming from the mouth of a Gryffindor?”
Harry licked his lips. It felt as though his cock was trying to get out his pants. It was pressing against them so hard it almost hurt.
“You'll have to close my mouth then, sir,” he said, and immediately saw the black eyes explode. Snape was beside him instantly.
“Very well,” he hissed, before grabbing his arm, pulling him away from his desk and forcing him to kneel.
Harry fell to his knees, and immediately saw that Snape had released his red, throbbing penis from his pants.
“Open your mouth,” Snape whispered hoarsely. Harry slightly opened his mouth. “Wide open,” the man instructed as he grabbed the back of Harry’s head with both hands, thrust his hips forward and impatiently pushed his throbbing erection into his mouth. The boy, surprised at the force with which Severus penetrated his throat, choked and jerked his head back. At the same time he heard a very loud moan of satisfaction come from the man above him. He looked up and saw eyes looking at him that were full of lust, delight and pleasure. Severus's face was bright red, as if flames were dancing with unimaginable excitement under his skin. As though he was satisfying his ultimate fantasy.
Snape withdrew and pushed in again, changing the angle slightly so Harry didn’t choke. He hit the back of Harry’s throat with increasing speed and was panting and snorting like he had never done before. Even if Harry had wanted to release him, he couldn’t because Snape was holding his head with a fist of steel. But Harry had no intention of stopping. He could see how much pleasure he was giving Severus, and knowing that he could give this to him, made him happy. Letting him fuck his mouth gave him a savage pleasure of his own. He did not care about the problem of not being able to breathe, especially when Severus sped up his thrusts like he wasn't able to stop, like he was reaching the heights of delight of which he couldn't experience in other way. The whole time Harry felt Severus' lustful gaze while the man was watching this wonderful spectacle from above him. Every time Severus pushed between the boy's reddened lips he let out a loud gasp or groan and he was watching his penis slide in and out of the hot mouth that was being made available just for him.
Harry put his hands on Snape’s clothed black hips and dug in his fingers when Snape’s penis hit him in the throat with extreme force, but he closed his eyes and allowed Snape to push his erection into the hot interior of his mouth with increasingly rapid thrusts. He gently started letting his teeth rub against it which caused a litany of curses to escape from the Snape’s mouth. The groans were interrupted by words that sent waves of sparking emotion through Harry:
“Potter... Damn, Potter, excellent...!”
His name had never sounded as beautiful to him as it did now between the curses released from the mouth of the Potions Master when he was submerged and carried away by ecstasy.
Severus began to push even harder, reaching an almost frantic pace. Harry had no time to catch his breath. His fingers tightened on the man’s hips, but it had no effect; Severus was too far gone in the land of pleasure. His moans were floating heavily in the air and they echoed in Harry's mind. He closed his eyes and tried to pull back a bit, but Severus would not let him. He grabbed his head and pressed him closer so he could penetrate more deeply his warm mouth, so he could push the head of his swollen cock even deeper into his tight throat.
“Yes, just like that,” Severus exclaimed, while he withdrew from Harry's mouth almost wholly and then thrust back in.
Tears appeared in Harry’s eyes when he felt the head of Snape’s cock stretching his throat, and then a burst of heat shooting straight into his oesophagus. He heard a long moan, full of curses and hardly catching breath coming from the man above him.
Harry was barely breathing and his lungs were desperately trying to seek some air, but thin fingers closed convulsively in his hair and his face was pushed with incredible force into the black material of Snape’s robes.
For some time Harry could not breathe, could not move, could not even moan, but it doesn't matter at all. He was filled with pleasure. And joy.
Finally, Snape let go of his grip, and released his head. Harry shivered, feeling the hot, wet, cum covered cock slipping out of his throat. He felt as if he was like a drowning man who had returned to the surface, and took a gulp of air while falling to the floor. For a moment, he coughed and choked, trying to wipe the trembling tears from the corners of his eyes, and everything felt like it was spinning around him. He could feel a trickle of sperm flowing from his mouth, and he wiped it away with his sleeve before finally managing to look up at the man standing in front of him with his arms crossed. Severus, who apparently composed himself already, was still breathing heavily, and his flushed face was very slowly regaining its usual pale colour. He tried to look self-controlled, as if he had not just a moment ago been moaning in ecstasy, violently shouting curses, and fucking his student’s mouth with such a frenzy as though his life depended on it.
He was the composed Potions Master again. Or he tried to be. Because his eyes were exposing him. They were shining with satisfaction, self-confidence, and enjoyment. And something else, something undefined... If this had not been Snape, Harry would have sworn it was something like... gratitude. But that was impossible. It was Snape. Snape, whose lips then curled into a smirk, and his eyes narrowed as he spoke:
“I think you will have to stay behind more frequently after class, Mr. Potter.”
Harry cleared his throat - it felt as though he had swallowed a box of razor blades - and smiling said;
“So you will have to give me an "Outstanding” more often then, Professor.” His voice was only a hoarse whisper.
Snape frowned, as if Harry had said something that Snape didn’t like. But it was not what the boy had said but how he had said it. Apparently, he had not expected that their little game would have abused the boy's throat in such a way. But Harry did not seem bothered. He stood up, smoothed his robes, smiled at Severus and walked to his desk to pack his belongings. Snape watched him the whole time with a form of concern. When Harry had finished, he threw the bag over his shoulder and turned to face Severus.
“I'm glad to be able to give you pleasure, Severus,” he said quietly, with the same hoarse whisper.
Snape frowned again, looking as if he wanted to say something, but without waiting for an answer, Harry walked toward the door. Before he got to it he saw two flashes indicating the removal of the spells, so he put his hand on the doorknob, and only then did he hear Snape’s sharp voice:
“I expect to see you after dinner tonight, Potter.”
Harry turned abruptly and looked at the man in surprise.
“What? But today I don't have... Ah...” He stopped when he finally understood. He smiled in response. “Of course, Severus.”
The man's mouth twisted into something that in a different light and at a different angle, could have been a smile.
“See you then,” whispered the boy. And not waiting for a response he knew he wouldn’t receive, he disappeared through the door.
Well it may sound absurd
I want to be a wreck for you
Smash out my honor on your floor
Well it may sound a little frightening
I want to swallow all of your skin
Chew your soft tissue into ash
Beat your ego black and blue
I will be your doll
I will be your hole
I will crush your bones
I will abrade your soul
I will be your toy
I will be your thing
I will tear you down with the twist i bring
I will be your doll
I will be your toll at the gates of hell
That is what i'm for
I will be your flesh
I will be your end
Then on to the next
I will start again
I will remove your heart
I will burn your world
I will be your object
Tease and tear
I will be your slut
I will be your bitch
I will be your never ending, unbefriending
Self-expending, moral-bending thorn*
* "Slut" by Velvet Acid Christ
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