~~~An act of devotion~~~

[severedfromfate]

A floating light appeared in front of CC, bobbing up and down and showering her with blue and white sparkles. It tugged her gently, leading her towards the door.

Cecelia allowed herself to be tugged as it seemed a friendly little light. She knew that it could be a trick or a trap though, so she had her wand out and a spell ready in her mind.

It led her down into the dungeons, weaving its way through the maze of corridors. It stopped in front of a simple wooden door, waiting for her to catch up before vanishing inside.

Cecelia didn't recognize the door, but knew that Severus's labs were somewhere down here. She recalled how heavily his lab had been warded and cast a spell to detect wards and traps. They all came up negative though, so she turned the handle and stepped inside.

Severus hexed the door shut behind her, pouncing on the girl and kissing her savagely.

Lips! Very passionate and somehow familiar lips! CC gasped in surprise as it registered who was kissing her. She kissed him back fiercely before pulling back and saying with a smile, "Hello to you too!"

"Hello, Miss Doyle." He breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of her hair.

"What a wonderful welcome you've given me...master Snape." she said with a twinkle in her eyes, obviously pleased to see him.

"Be careful how you use that word Miss Doyle, you could end up with more then you've bargained for."

"Then I'll not use it again without it having been earned." She replied with a cheeky smirk. She put a hand to his face, her thumb rubbing softly against his cheekbone. "So to what do I owe the pleasure of your company tonight, Severus?" she asked him.

"For once I felt in the need of a little human company." He wrapped his arms around her, his hands taking a few liberties of their own.

His words touched her, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him, and gently kissing his lips. "Then I'd be happy to spend as much time with you as you wish, Severus. I could never grow tired of your companionship. I find you irresistable in every way." She took his lower lip between her teeth, gently biting down and sucking as she drew slightly back.

He kissed her back, using his teeth to mark her neck and redden her lips. "Really?" He couldn't help the uncerntity in his voice. What did she want from him?

"Merlin yes!" she said to him, more to his question than his actions, though she couldn't help the little moans that those evoked either. "You're brilliant, Severus. You have an intellect matched by none here, aside from myself perhaps, you're cunning, clever, charming, polite, wicked deadly with your spells and potions, and very, very arousing and attractive to me. There's no one else I'd rather be with, you know." She slid her hand down to lay upon his ass, and kissed his neck with tender passion.

She noted that he'd not really said anything, in return, and wasn't sure if perhaps she'd offended him, so she fell back on what she was familiar with and asked him a question..."You wouldn't happen to have any coffee laying around here, would you?"

He pulled himself from his reverie. "But of course. Same as last time?" He walked towards the cabinet.

"Yes please...though without the truth serum this time." she answered with a smirk. Not that she'd be able to tell if he added it until he asked her a question. Either way could be interesting. She blushed as she watched him walk over, and noted how graceful he was.

"Anything for a lady." He smirked and handed her a cup laced with a generous amount of firewhiskey.

She took a sip and her eyes went wide as the whiskey went down her throat. "Whew! Now THAT'S a coffee!" she replied with a grin. "Is it feeling a bit heated in here or is it just me?" she asked with a chuckle. She then held the cup to his lips, having noticed he'd poured none for himself, and offered to share hers with him, looking into his eyes over the rim.

His long fingers curled around hers as he took a small sip. "It is a little warm in here, I've had my cauldron on all day." He loosened the collar of his robes and rolled up his sleeves to the elbow. "Or it could just be the company."

Cecelia blushed at the compliment. His hand on hers sent tingles through her. "That robe looks very heavy." She traced his throat with her finger tips where he'd loosened it, tracing the collar bone and circling the hollow of his throat.

"It is rather." He swallowed instinctively as her fingers brushed his throat. "I don't think I need it anymore..." His own hands busied with the buttons, letting the fabric fall to the floor.

Cecelia watched, enrapt, and set the coffee over to the side. She let her eyes shyly travel over the form he cut in his dress shirt and pants. He carried himself well. "Do you...think you could help me with mine?" she asked, taking his hands in hers. She let her fingers explore his hands, noticing both how elegant and strong they were, as well as the callouses from handling so many chemicals and cauldrons each day. She drew his hand to the topmost button of her robe, and then tilted her head down to softly kiss his fingertips.

"Of course." He stroked her cheek before starting on the buttons, working as slowly as possible to draw out the sensations. When they were all undone he ran his hands under the fabric around her slim waist, pulling her close as he stole another kiss.

He continued to surprise her, stealing her breath as well with the kiss, and she pressed closer to him, wanting more of his touch. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck and returned the kiss, tracing his lips with her tongue and letting her fingers gently massage the base of his skull as they kissed.

He slide the robes from her shoulders, letting them pool on the floor with his. He kissed along her jaw to her throat as his fingers busied themselves with her blouse.

Cecelia wasn't slow, and knew how to take a hint. As he undid the buttons of her blouse, she reciprocated and undid the ones on his shirt. She also moaned as she felt his lips on her throat, and bit her lip in anticipation. As his hands passed over her breasts on their way to unwrap her, she arched her back, pressing the firm mounds up to him, begging him to touch and caress them.

Her blouse parted beneath his hands and her skin was bared to his eyes and lips. He lifted her and sat her on the bench as his mouth devoured her nipple though the silky pink fabric of her bra. "This really will never do." He whispered a few words, his hot breath ghosting over the damp cloth which turned into an elaborate contraption of black lace. "Better, but it's still got to go."

"Then remove it." she replied as she slid a curious hand down the fabric of his trousers.

He hissed, instantly springing to attention. It had been over a week since he'd had any sexual contact and her not exactly gentle groping was like kerosene on a bonfire. He almost tore her blouse off an an effort to get to the bra clasp, fumbling with her skirt at the same time.

Cecelia gasped! His ferocity stirring her immensely! "Yes!" she squeaked out unintentionally.She fumbled for a few seconds with the fastenings of his trousers, kissing and biting his neck before she finally got them undone enough to thrust them down over his hips! She could feel the warmth of his skin now, and slid a hand around his member, sliding it up and down the sensitive skin as she explored him. "It's so...big!" she exclaimed in surprise, never having touched one before.

He bit his lip as her fingers circled his cock, trying his best not to blush at her words. Slowly he kissed his way down her body, lavishing attention on her breasts, licking a path down her stomach until he reached the warm wetness between her thighs. He bit her gently on the inside of her leg as he banished her underwear, giving him full access.

She groaned in pleasure as his lips caressed her breasts, loving the feel of his tongue on her nipples. "Ohthatfeelsgood!" she said in a rush. As he bit the inside of her thigh, she gasped!

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." He murmered softly before pressing forward, his mouth surrounding her cunt as first he licked her slowly, then sped up, his tongue flicking over her clit.

The sensations were new, odd, but not unpleasant; and then he sped up and she found out why women liked this! "Ooooh!" Her nails dug into his shoulders as he teased her so well with his tongue. She could feel the spasms coming and her breath grew ragged as she gasped for air under his attentions. It wasn't long before she shouted out with release, bucking up against his tongue.

He didn't wait for her to finish her orgasm before he began to ease himself inside her tight passage, her juices making it easier on them both. He kissed her with her taste still in his mouth, holding himself still above her as she adjusted to his size.

She kissed him deeply, fencing with his tongue and dragging her nails down his spine. He legs squeezed around his hips and she looked up at him and told him "Yes. With you, yes." And then kissed him again before he could reply.

He groaned at the combination of the squeezing and the scratching, his hips bucking forward against hers. He set a slow pace, rhythmic, their bodies moving together as one.

The feel of having him inside was amazing, and she could feel her muscles twitching around him. Every thrust sent little bolts of electricity rushing through her. There had been pain when he'd first pushed up into her, but as he said, sometimes that only enhanced things. It had faded soon enough, leaving this wonderful feeling of merging and moving together. She let one hand move from his back to his chest and scratched lightly over his nipple as they moved in time together.

The way she was looking at him, almost ~through~ him, made Severus feel rather strange. Sex was sex, but this almost felt like something more. He gave himself a mental slap for even momentarily entertaining such whimsy and sped up, grinding against her clit as he fucked her. Just a fuck, that's all it was.

She met his eyes and saw something there and then pass. She didn't know what it was or what it might have been, but she did know this, and told him just as much, "There is no one else I would rather or ever want to have this close to me." she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly as he sped up. The feel of him grinding against her and thrusting so wildly and fast made her cry out! "Oh...my! Severus!"

Severus groaned into her hair. The scent was overwhelming, intoxicating...he couldn’t resist any longer and he let go, releasing control and holding her tightly as an orgasm ripped through him. He was panting as he fought to keep his mask in place.

Cecelia held on for dear life, reveling in the wonder of the moment. "Thank you." she whispered in his ear.

"You are most welcome." He kissed her collarbone almost tenderly before sliding his lanky frame off the bench. He pulled his pocket watch from the pile of robes and checked the time. "Get dressed; I have something to show you."

Cecelia looked puzzled, but went ahead and got dressed anyway. That done, she looked up and said. "Before we leave here, I just wanted to let you know one thing. It was everything I ever hoped or dreamed it could be...and I'm glad my first time was with you."

He saw the confusion on her face and smiled. "Don't worry, it's a surprise." He buttoned up his own shirt and helped her down from the bench. "I'm glad you weren't disappointed." She took his hand and followed him.

They wove through the dungeon corridors until they reached an opening at the bottom of the cliff face. They walked in silence along the side of the lake until they reached the Whomping Willow. Severus picked up a fallen branch and bumped the knot on the trunk. "It's safe." He reassured her, leading her into the passage that led to the Shack.

Cecelia smiled as she saw how Severus tamed the tree. She never would have guessed there was a passage here. She followed him into the hidden way, wondering what he had in store for her.

They reached the main room of the Shack and he kissed her again. He took her hand and kissed it as well, then apparated them both to a dark clearing.

Cecelia looked around and saw several figures dressed in black robes and wearing white masks. At the head of the clearing stood a wizard of unquestioned power, the aura of both evil and power flowing from him and surrounding everyone there. There were several nervous titters from the gathered crowd which he stifled with a single motion of one finger. He then lifted his hand and pointed at Severus, who felt the mark on his arm burning.

Suddenly Cecelia was very nervous. She had heard rumors of dark wizards around Britain, but this was NOT a rumor. It was the real thing. She had a dread that she knew what would happen, but hoped for once in her life she was wrong.

Severus knelt in the center of the circle, holding CC's wrist tightly enough to hurt. "My Lord, a token of my devotion."

"A nobody, Severus? Surely you could do better than this. Who is she to you that the sacrifice of her should prove a thing to me?" Severus felt the Dark Lord's mind upon him and knew that any answer he gave would have to be the truth...or extremely well hidden if a lie.

"She is a pureblood my Lord, worthy of you. I give her to you as proof that I will not be swayed from our cause."

"Then hold her down while I take her." he demanded.

N o way was Cecelia going to just sit here for this! She knew she was out numbered and betrayed, but she wasn't helpless! She drew her wand and aimed it right between the wizard's eyes, casting a potent petrificus. Unfortunately it didn't do a thing to him aside from make him laugh. Next she tried to escape by apparating, but the circle surrounding them prevented it from succeeding, so she looked apologetically at Severus and cast a fire charm on his hand to make him let go so she could run.

The shields he wore in protection from his housemates dampened the spell but he was still startled into letting go momentarily. Quick as a snake he grabbed her again, twisting her arm painfully and taking her hand. "Now, now Miss Doyle, calm down."

Cecelia was charged with adrenalin at this point and not about to calm down, knowing the certain danger she was in. Fine, he was protected from spells. She'd do it the old fashioned way then. She cried out when he twisted her arm so painfully, and retaliated by kicking him square in the balls as hard as she could! There were several groans of male sympathy from the crowd surrounding them.

The pain was so intense he couldn't even cry out. Severus' eyes rolled back in his head as he struggled to breathe. "Bitch!" he ground out between gritted teeth. He backhanded her across the face, her wand clenched in his fist. He glared at her in malevolent anger and stabbed the wooden shaft into the hard ground, snapping it in half.

Cecelia struggled with all her might, fighting dirty, and fighting for her life. But in the end her struggles were worthless, and Severus soon had her pinned to the ground. The Dark mage then motioned his minions forward, sending some to help hold her, others to take their turns at her. Each both raped and beat her in turn, some casting cruciatus curses on her, others preferring to use more physical tolls such as knives or hands. By the time the minions had finished with her, she was covered with cuts and bruises, her clothing was shredded and she was dressed only in blood and semen and dirt.

All the time, Cecelia looked each of her assailants in the eyes, staring accusatorily at each and only screaming when the pain became too great to bear. The Dark Lord then strode forward to take his turn, telling his loyal minions, "Now I'll show you how to truly defile someone."

He first cast an imperius curse on her and forbid her from running away or trying to fight. He then bade her to service him, which she obediently did. After wards he took her from behind, not deigning to pleasure her a bit himself…however, he commanded her to enjoy it like the whore she was and laughed at her moans of desire. He made her to writhe before him, begging him to take her, begging him to demean or defile her further, only to have him laugh at her pathetic pleas and spit on her face as he withdrew from her. However, she never once said she loved him, nor did the look in her eyes ever match the one Severus had seen there earlier when she had given herself to him. He then turned and said to Severus, “Take her if you will, but kill her when you’re through with her.” He then stood aside to watch and gauge what Severus would do.

Severus looked coldly at her pathetic form lying on the cold ground... bruised, bleeding, broken... "Goodbye Miss Doyle. It was ~such~ fun while it lasted."

He stroked her cheek, smearing the blood and dirt there, and then drew a long dagger from his boot. He gripped her by the hair, tilting her head backwards. "I always did think you had a beautiful neck. I wish I could say I'd miss you, but you wouldn't want me to lie, would you?" He chuckled wickedly and drew the edge of the blade over her throat.

All she did was smile at him, the look in her eyes the same as when she had given herself so completely to him earlier that evening. The blood spurted and stained his skin and clothing, and with a final breath released as a sigh, he held her corpse in his arms.

He tossed the lifeless shell to the dirt. "I hope I have pleased you Master."

"Yes. For now at least. You may go." he said to the younger wizard.

"Thank you my Lord. I live to serve." Severus apparated back to the shack where he cleaned up and made his way back to the castle.