the end of the line
with this posting, we come to the last of the short ficlet/challenge pieces that i had laying around. this one is, again, Kendra and Severus. however, its set before their marriage instead of after. i guess technically its kind of a lost chapter or whatever as it would happen within the confines of the major fic. this one takes place before they've even really admitted feelings to one another. to be honest, Severus was something of a bastard at the beginning. yes, i know. this is a complete shocker to you. still, i think it has a certain taste to it that goes with all of the other shorts i did involving those two.
enjoy.
"Admit it, Kendra," he snarled at her, his temper burning hot and high in the face of her defiance. She stood on the other side of his private chambers, arms wrapped around her torso. He couldn't tell if she'd crossed the pale limbs out of anger or if she was hugging herself out of fear. He stared at her hard, noting the slight discolorations at her wrists and further up on her forearms. Discolorations that were shaped like his fingers and, for the moment, merely red in hue. He knew, as time passed, they would fade into bruised shades of purples, blues and black. "You enjoy my kisses and my pawing, as you so ineloquently put it."
"I do not," she snapped at him, her eyes blazing with outrage and denial. Before she could say more, he was standing immediately before her, glaring down at her with burning obsidian chips. He reached out for her, his hand curling tightly about her arm. Then he was moving, taking her with him.
He dragged her before a mirror so she could see her own scandalous image; her dress halfway off her shoulders, her mouth red with his kisses. "Look at yourself and tell me that you do not enjoy what I do to you."
She stared, green eyes wide with confusion, at her reflection. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to have him at her mercy, not the other way round. Her lips were swollen, aching in the loss of his own upon them. The shoulder of her dress was torn on one side, his hands anxious to have what he'd claimed as his. She could see the swell of her breasts, how they rose and fell rapidly with her agitation and desire. Her nipples were firmed up, pointing accusingly back at her in the glass, as if mocking her claim and proving it false. There was a fine tremor to her limbs, one that stated plainly that she was a liar. "I don't," she whispered to her reflection, knowing it for a lie.
"Liar," he hissed at her. He stood behind her, towering over her in the mirror. There was a light burning in his onyx gaze even though there was no expression on his face that she recognized. His hands, previously curled around her arms, lifted up to cup her breasts. She couldn't hold back the sharp intake of breath that came when his fingers squeezed the globes harshly, his fingertips slipping down until they were tugging at her nipples. Without her permission, her body swayed back into his and she pressed closer, the need to feel every inch of him so overwhelming that she was tempted to pull her clothes off now.
"Even now, you are little more than a bitch in heat," he whispered near her ear, his eyes still watching hers as she stared at him out of the mirror. "You are my bitch in heat, and I shall do with you what I will. And you will enjoy it, Kendra."
She should have been outraged. Or shocked. Or angry. She was none of those things. All she knew was there was a burning ache inside of her and he was the only one who knew how to put it out. He was the only one who could give her what she needed and wanted most. Instead of hitting him for his crass comments, she merely inched back further into his hard body. She could feel that he was erect and she reveled in it. Where was her spirit? Where was her fire? Where was the hatred she felt for him? When had she turned into this simpering version of herself?
She watched, her eyes locked to his hands in the mirror, as they slid down over her abdomen. She was certain he could feel how the muscles there quivered at his touch. She wanted to look away when his hands stopped, both of them merely cupping her sex through the skirts of her gown. She found she couldn't. All she could do was lift them until they were held by his own, ensnared by his glittering gaze. When his fingers began slowly working the material of her skirts up her thighs, the only thing she could do was whimper and moan.
"You see, Kendra?" he whispered to her, his fingers now working on tugging her knickers down. "A bitch in heat. My bitch in heat."
His gaze shifted to take in the two of them in their entirety, looking back from the mirror. It roved over their figures, stopping for a short spell to watch his hands as they attempted to pull the lace panties she wore down far enough to expose her to his hungry view. His voice, when it came, was low and sultry, fluttering her eyelids closed in response to the sound. "I do believe that we're going to stand here and you can watch me as I fuck you. You will enjoy that, will you not? Watching me as I plunge my cock in and out of your tight little body."
She meant to shake her head no. Instead, she nodded to him, her eyes unable to tear away from the sight of his fingers snaking their way underneath the lace of her panties. In a moment, he was slipping them up inside of her, filling her with a pair of the questing digits. She closed her eyes, a low moan rolling up her throat at the feel. "Yes, see how hot you are for me. How wet and hungry that delicious cunt of yours is for me. It is for me, Kendra. Because you want me. And, because you want me, you shall have me."
He stepped back and she felt bereft without his heat behind her. Without his fingers sliding in and out of her. Still, she watched him in the mirror, her eyes as hungered for him as her body. Her gaze followed each movement of his hands as he slowly worked one button after another from their holes. The Victorian styled jacket came off first, followed by his waist coat, then he was busy working at his shirt's buttons. And Kendra merely stood there, her body crying out for his own. She wanted this, no matter how much she denied it.
When he was down to his trousers, he stopped and glared at her. "Undress, Kendra. I would have you naked. You will watch every moment of our coupling. Because I know you will enjoy it. And it will leave you hotter, wetter, hornier. You shall beg me for more when I am through with you."
Without comment, she lifted her hands and reached for the zip on the back of her dress. He'd already pulled it down some earlier, the action having prompted their fight. The fight in which she'd told him that she didn't want anything to do with him. That he did nothing at all for her. The fight that had led them to this exact moment. Her fingers trembled as she lifted the cotton gown over her head. It fluttered uselessly to the floor, leaving her standing before him in black lacy panties and bra. The look in his eye suggested she hurry and finish removing them.
It was only another moment before she was stripped bare. She merely stood there, her eyes locked to the reflection of his figure. He was still in his trousers, his feet pale against the darkness of the carpeting that covered the floor. Almost lazily, he held out his hand and, after a silent moment, his wand settled into it with almost no sound. He allowed his gaze to linger upon her a bit longer, then almost casually flicked the length of well crafted wood he held in his hand.
Kendra found herself looking upon a bar, sitting at about waist height on two poles. It was behind her, but only by a handful of inches. Beneath it lay another mirror, propped at an angle. As she studied it, she realized that the second mirror was positioned in such a way that it reflected whatever it saw into the mirror she was now staring into. It didn't take her but a single moment to realize what he had planned. She finally turned to him and stared with wide eyes.
He moved then, finally slipping the buttons on his trousers free before allowing them to drop to the floor. The moment they were around his ankles, he kicked them off and sent them flying across the room. She knew it was a statement toward his level of anger when he didn't bother folding them. He flicked one pale hand toward the bar, a silent command that she followed hesitantly. With short, stiff movements, Kendra stepped around the bar so that it was no longer between them. She turned away from him, then curled her hands around the bar.
Wordlessly, his hands took up position on her hips and pulled her back toward him. The further back he dragged her, the more she found herself leaning over. Her arms were stretched above her head, her back parallel to the floor. Looking down and back, she could see the mirror on the floor, positioned perfectly between her legs. She could see him behind her, naked and erect. The head of his shaft, so filled with blood that it was almost purple, was weeping already. A thrill of anticipation shivered its way up her spine. She knew that this was one of those occasions where he would not be gentle with her. She'd upset him too much to allow tenderness. And she didn't care one whit.
His hands, still curled around her hips, drew her back until her ass was cradled against his groin. She could feel the length of him pressed against her backside, the heat and silk teasing her as he merely pressed up against her. She knew he was doing so to tease her. It was more than obvious to him that she wanted him, wanted this. The wetness his fingers had encountered told him that. "Look to where the two mirrors show one another. You will watch this. All of this. There will not be a moment when you look away from the mirror, or the sight of our bodies. You will watch as I fuck you, Kendra. And you will understand that I own you. With each and every stroke I take. I own all of you."
There wasn't any time to say anything. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, she felt him shoving the thick length of his cock into her. A startled gasp left her throat, the urge to look back at him over her shoulder strong for a moment before she followed his instructions and lowered her eyes so that she could see the mirrors.
The sight that greeted her sent another round of shivers up her spine. She could see their reflection clearly in the mirror. She watched, transfixed, as Severus drew back. The length of his shaft already glistened from being inside of her. Her lips were swollen and thick around him, shifting easily around his length as he once more fed it into her body. She moaned, the sight of him actually thrusting into her almost more than she could handle. His balls swung back and forth with each shift of his hips, large and heavy. The entire image was..... enticing.
His hands on her hips, he continued to thrust himself deep into her body. Kendra had to fight with her eyelids, the urge to let them fall closed almost stronger than her fear of what kind of punishment he'd give her for disobeying him. A quick glance told her that he was watching her as she watched them both. The room behind them was dim, most of the light coming from a few candles that were near the bed. Still, even in the limited light, she could see his eyes glittering wickedly at her. It was the most frightening and most erotic thing she'd ever seen.
Kendra groaned after a particularly enthusiastic thrust. Severus was thick inside of her, long and large enough that there was a slight twinge of pain combined in with the pleasure. Though her experience was limited, she somehow knew that he enjoyed burying himself into her, that her muscles were tight around his shaft. It was what gave her that more than full feeling when he was deep within her body. She liked that feeling, liked that it was Severus who gave her such wonderful feelings. Which puzzled her to no end.
How could she enjoy what he was doing to her when she didn't like him? It was no secret that there wasn't any love lost between the two of them. She'd almost always disliked, even hated Severus Snape. And yet, here she was, stretched and naked before his mirror while he fucked her. And she liked it. What was wrong with her? She was supposed to be the one who was using him. Not the other way round. She still didn't understand how this had gotten out of her control. And now, here she was..... A virtual prisoner in his dungeons and not quite willing to find a way out. Never mind she knew what would happen if she tried that again. Once was more than enough.
"You have drifted away from me, Kendra," Severus growled in her ear, his hips shoving hard against her backside. She couldn't stop the startled moan that rolled up her throat and a flush of heated embarrassment stained her cheeks. Her hips moved of their own accord, rocking back into him when he thrust into her before making a circling motion that drew a whisper of a moan from him. Then he pressed into her even harder and deeper. The sound that came from between her lips was somewhere between an impassioned moan and plea, begging him for more. He obliged without complaint or comment.
She couldn't pull her eyes away from the mirror, from the images of the two of them as he drove himself into her with more speed, more force. Her breasts hung heavy and swayed back and forth, following the same pendulum swing that his balls were on. She could see that her nipples were engorged with blood, tight and aching so that each time her breasts jerked when shifting directions, it sent a shaft of painful need into her abdomen, sharp and demanding. Kendra knew she was lost and she simply didn't care.
Thoughts flew from her mind as she continued to welcome him into her body. The push and pull of his cock held her gaze, her eyes following her own swollen flesh as it sucked at him. Her juices were glistening on her lips and thighs, testament to just how much she wanted him between them. He was right. She was his. Glancing to his reflection in the mirror, she could see the smug satisfaction on his face. And the knowing triumph in his eyes. That expression made her shudder, her own muscles tightening down around him as an orgasm that had more to do with his presence than it did with his see-sawing motion claimed her.
The smile that curled up his lips was ugly and beatiful all at once. He leaned over her, his hips pressed deep in short, fast strokes that told her he wouldn't last much longer. His breath, hot and moist and full of danger, slid past her ear to tickle the damp tendrils of hair clinging to her sweaty cheeks. "As I said, Kendra. A bitch in heat. My bitch in heat. Say it," he commanded, giving a mighty shove that drove her forward.
He was buried to the hilt, his hips pressing deep to keep him in place. A keening wail lifted from her throat, filling the silence of the room for a moment or two. His hands were curled tightly around her hips, fingers biting into her soft, pale flesh. She whimpered and tried to shift her hips. She needed that sweet friction, needed to feel him plunging in and out of her body in reckless abandon. She wanted it so badly. Her hair flew as she shook her head, frightened to give in to him, to let herself go. There would be no coming back. She knew that and it scared her, because she didn't want to come back.
"Say it, Kendra," he hissed at her, somehow shoving himself even deeper. "Say it or I will leave you unsatisfied. I know you want me to finish. You want me to cum deep inside of your cunt. Tell me or I shall leave you wanting and waiting."
Time stood still as she battled herself. She wanted to say the words to him, so desperately that she tears pricked her eyes. She didn't want to say it because it would mean losing some part of herself she didn't think she was ready to give up. It was definitely one she wouldn't get back. Her arms shook with the effort it took to hold herself up and still. She hadn't noticed the effort it took before, had been too wrapped up in the feel of him inside of her to bother. Now, without Severus stroking that amazing cock in and out, she could see just how hard it was to hold this position.
"Say it, Kendra. I can feel it inside of you, hovering on the verge. You want to say it. It will be so easy. Simply let go and say the words. There is no one to hear your weakness but me. I shall never tell," he whispered to her, his voice a low, seductive purr of sound that tightened muscles down deep inside of her. That only served to prove to her how large he was and how much she wanted him to finish it. How much she wanted him to fuck her senseless. "Say it, Kendra. Let go of yourself."
A great sigh heaved from her and she finally lifted her eyes to meet his in the reflective surface of the mirror. "I'm your bitch in heat," she whispered so softly that they almost didn't hear it.
"Good girl," he replied then leaned over her back. His hand found her face and turned it so that she looked at him over her shoulder. His lips were on hers again for a quick, heated kiss that had his tongue slithering into her mouth to scald it with his heat. Before she could attempt to deepen the kiss, he drew back and wrapped one arm around her waist. His other hand slipped between her legs, a pair of fingers finding the swollen nubbin of her clit. They slid across the sensitive flesh and brought a gasp to her throat while a shudder raced up and down her spine.
"You will watch yourself as you cum. You will scream your pleasure out to me as I pound myself into you furiously. And when I cum, you will cry my name out in pleasure and relief."
His words washed over her only a moment before his hips began their assualt on her body one more time. He fucked her hard and fast and, when he finally brought her over the edge, she went gladly.
And she screamed the entire time.
so... there it is. i'd like to say i left the best for last, but i didn't. it was simply that i posted in the order i wrote them. and this was the last one i wrote. i'm considering posting the actual fic here. but i don't know. my memory of it tells me it isn't half as good as what i've already posted.