Chapter 26 - Bound

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OMG, it's a new chapter! Hope you all enjoy it... and ooooh, I get to add a warning! ;)

Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Bound
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst, light bondage
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment only. 

Issobell walked slowly in the dark hallways. It seemed that Filch had been neglecting this particular part of the dungeon, and the torches didn’t seem to be lit properly. She struggled to read the note he’d left for her in his office. The dim light was making it particularly difficult to decipher his spidery scrawl. There wasn’t much to the note, just directions through the dungeons and the words ‘In need of some distraction’. She had smiled a bit when she read that. Finally she came to a door with a faint light sneaking out from under it. She pushed the door open slowly.

 

Compared to the light in the hallway, this room seemed to glow. In amongst the multitude of candles stood a dark figure facing the door. The figure smiled slightly as Issobell took a few steps into the room, closing the door behind her. He extended a hand to her, pulling her close to him. His voice caressed her ear. “Come with me.” He led her toward the hearth near the back of the room, pulled some floo powder from a small pot nearby and threw it into the flames. The room disappeared in a swirl of spinning green flames. When they emerged, Issobell found that they were in a small dark sitting room. She turned back to Snape questioningly. “Welcome to my home.” He took her hand again and led her around a corner and up a narrow set of stairs. Once on the second floor, they moved into a small bedroom. It was dark, but very neat. “I have a request.”

 

“Alright.” She moved into the room and sat down on the bed. “What is it?”

 

He took a deep breath, as if he thought she may reject him. “I have two days until I have to,” he paused, looking for the right words, “reenter Deatheater society. Until then, stay with me, here.” He took her hand, pulling her to her feet again and closer to him. “You said that if I was in need of a distraction, you could help.”

 

Issobell stood on her toes and kissed him softly. “And I meant it.” His arms wrapped around her. “And I will.” She smiled and kissed him again as he slowly inched her back toward the bed. Their clothes quickly landed in a pile on the floor, and Issobell suddenly found herself on her back on the bed. She looked up at her professor as he moved over her. His lips fell hungrily on her neck and traveled slowly down her body. She gasped as he reached her nipples and lavished each one with an abundance of attention. She cried out, her back arching high off the bed, as he gently rolled her nipple between his teeth. Her hips bucked against him, begging for contact, but he was seemingly content where he was. She whimpered quietly.

 

“Keep that up, my dear, and I may have to restrain you.” He looked up at her with a smirk and grabbed his wand from the night stand before resuming his attack on her nipples. She gasped again, running her hands through his hair before he took hold of her wrists. “What did I just say?” Before she could respond he flicked his wand and muttered a quick Incarcerous. Her hands were bound to the headboard with silky, dark ropes. She was powerless. His lips moved back up to hers, kissing her so hard that he took her breath away. “Do you trust me?” He whispered darkly in her ear. He pulled back and looked her in the eye.

 

“Yes.” He kept his eyes locked on hers for a moment longer. There was no doubt in her voice or in her eyes. Somehow that surprised him and part of him wanted to show her why she shouldn’t trust him.

 

Instead he trailed his lips slowly back to her breasts and continued his ministrations. He watched as she gasped for breath, her body desperate to bring in oxygen. She unconsciously struggled against her bonds. “Shh… don’t fight, my darling.” His lips started to travel down her body again. She felt his breath against her sex and whimpered again as his lips landed on her thigh. He sucked and licked at the sensitive flesh, working his way ever so slowly up. Finally he reached his goal, sliding his tongue teasingly between the wet folds of skin. Her moans grew louder as his tongue delved deeper, flicking over her clit. She screamed his name as he slipped two long, slender fingers into her slick entrance and he felt her body tremble. He nearly smiled. He had no intentions of stopping yet. He slowly rubbed her g-spot as his tongue continued to circle her clit. The sensations were mind blowing. Issobell reeled under his touch, orgasm after orgasm rocking her to her core. Her pleas to be untied had long since dissolved into screams and moans. Suddenly, she felt his fingers slip out of her, and his lips begin the trek back up her body. She whimpered again, fighting the bonds until she realized his intentions.

 

He positioned himself at her entrance and in one quick thrust, drove his length into her, and drove her over the edge yet again. He pounded into her, occasionally dipping his head down to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She didn’t even notice when the ropes holding her hands to the headboard disappeared. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him as his climax neared. She pulled him into a fiery kiss as his passion took him over and he came deep inside her.

 

They stayed there, connected, trying to catch their breath for a long while. Finally, Severus rolled lazily off of her, pulling her into his arms. Issobell sighed contentedly. “Severus?” He looked down at her. “What exactly am I supposed to wear for the time I’m here?” She smirked a bit. “You didn’t exactly give me any warning. I didn’t pack.”

 

It was his turn to smirk. “My dear, every moment you spend in this house, I want you to wear exactly what you have on at this moment.”

Comments

Re: OhEmmGee!

[dazzledfirestar.livejournal.com]

I am so glad you found me, DC! I tried to make MSV's new home easy to find, without drawing too much attention from... certain areas... and I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to find everyone again!
I will absolutely keep writing! *hug*

Re: OhEmmGee!

[paper--flower.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you. AFF is sort of going down hill these days. I'm still a member though. I just can't give up for some reason. Some of the "family" is still there but not much. They've re-organized everything and ... well it's okay I guess.