Chapter 1
St. Sebastian School of Witchcraft and Wizardry— Paris, France
Severus slips into the sanctuary of St. Sebastian’s through a side door and sweeps behind the giant columns running alongside the occupied pews with quiet steps so as not to be noticed. A clean scent of incense soothes his frustration to a surprising degree as he stops near the front of the room at the last column and observes the crowd of students staring blankly ahead while the priest droned onward.
He had come to St. Sebastian’s as a favor to Dumbledore, sent to investigate a suspected cursed artifact that had led to a priest fainting during mass last week. While it irked Severus to no end to be sent out like a servant at the old man’s whim, he had to admit that it was nice to be away from Hogwarts for a while. Deciding to think of this as a sort of rare holiday, Severus had every intention of dragging this assignment out for as long as humanly possible— and he was going to enjoy himself, damn it, even if he was surrounded by dull-minded religious fanatics.
At least it’s quiet here, he sighs inwardly.
He watches patiently as row by row, the students filter through a line to the dais and take the blessed sacrament, keeping his mind open for suspicious thoughts as he scrutinizes the lot of them for potential (although unlikely) suspects. He’s just about to give up his fruitless endeavor and save his energy when a vivid, utterly shocking image from one of the students flashes through his mind— the image of a stunning young woman moaning breathily, her head thrown back and dark, long hair spilling down her shoulders, as her priest (!!!) buries his head between her thighs with wild abandon. Severus lingers on the image in his mind (only to assure it is merely a fantasy rather than a memory, of course) as his head jerks to the front of the line, his gaze falling on a dark, long haired head kneeling at the feet of the very same priest whose image is now swimming in and out of focus in the sordid fantasy of the young witch’s mind. Severus quickly occludes his own mind as the girl swiftly rises to her feet, a pair of dark green eyes flashing briefly before she strides down the aisle and takes her seat in a nearby pew.
A better man would have resisted, but Severus was much too tempted to reveal what else might be lurking in the curious little witch’s mind as she sat there, her striking gaze directed intently ahead even as her thoughts writhe with lusty daydreams. He stealthily skims the top of her thoughts, phrases like ‘self-righteous prick’ and ‘prude misogynist’ laced around her crude imaginings of her being fucked in all sorts of creative ways by her priest.
Not memories, then, Severus smirks. No, the little witch was just… painfully wanton.
***
Drina lets her usual fantasies play through her mind while the seconds creep by torturously, as always. Her gaze roams over Father Kiernan as he drones on, a spiky thorn of annoyance stabbing at her while she contemplates the man.
Father Kiernan is surprisingly attractive for a priest, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, a voice that could make the holy sacrament sound sinful without even trying and a smile that was truly crafted by the gods themselves. Not to mention, he was oddly well-read for a priest— how he landed himself in the profession has always been well beyond her.
What a waste, she grumbles to herself.
She thinks back to the rare candid conversations she’s had with Father Kiernan after months of catching his gaze roaming over her and his thinly veiling excuses to touch her. He was just aware enough to admit to himself that he wanted her, just dumb enough to tell her as much, and much too pious to take what he so clearly desired— but not enough to stop looking. Not enough to stop the occasional innocent brush of his hand across her lower back or the lingering touch against her lips as he slipped the body of Christ into her mouth every week.
And frankly, she was sick of it, growing increasingly tired of spinning innocuous tales in confession for the brief moment to kneel at his feet. It was times like these she wished she could find someone closer to her age who could make her blood rise— but desire is just so much sweeter when it is utterly forbidden.
Perhaps something I should work on, she thinks absently.
Her inner musings suddenly halt when she feels a faint brush of an intruder along the edges of her thoughts. She quickly occludes her mind, her gaze flitting around the room until her breath catches in her throat as they land on a pair of gleaming onyx eyes peering at her from behind a nearby column. Like a dark priest, the man is dressed in black from head-to-toe, starkly contrasted by his smooth, alabaster skin and utterly mesmerizing black gaze. His raven hair falls back from his sharp features as his head tilts upward slightly in acknowledgement, a small smirk playing at his lips, to which she arches a curious brow.
Who the fuck is that???
***
“Just wait until you have to talk to him, Drina,” her best friend Adrienne scolds lightly as they walk to class. Drina stifles another laugh as she continues her rant.“He’s terrifying! I couldn’t imagine having him as a professor,” she says before grimacing.
Despite Adrienne’s warning, Drina was very much hoping she would be called to speak with the mysterious Professor Snape sometime soon.
“God, could you imagine,” Drina says, pretending to swoon.
Adrienne rolls her eyes before laughing. “You—“
“Miss Vandeleur,” Father Kiernan calls from behind them. Drina throws Adrienne a pointed look before reluctantly turning around.
“Yes, Father Kiernan?” She says a bit too politely to be considered genuine as she looks up into his bright blue gaze.
“Professor Snape would like to speak with you now. You’ve been excused from class,” he says with a small smile before turning next to her and urging her forward with a hand on her back.
Speak of the devil, Drina grins inwardly.
Father Kiernan soon stops at the door to his study and turns to her. “Don’t fret, Drina. Professor Snape is… stern, but he’s just here to help.”
Drina merely lifts a brow as he pushes the door open and again leads her inside with a hand to her back. Her gaze instantly meets the mysterious professor’s as she stops just inside the door, her pulse already thrumming faster.
“Miss Vandeleur,” he greets in a deep, silken voice as he stands from his chair behind the desk. “I’ll take it from here, Father,” he drawls, and slams the door shut behind her with a wave of his hand before Father Kiernan can respond.
“Well,” Drina grins, trying not to laugh at the no-doubt disgruntled look that is likely plastered on Father Kiernan’s face right now. “Is it my turn at last to be interrogated by the infamous dark priest?”
“I am no priest, Miss… Dark or otherwise,” he says with the slightest smirk, his dark eyes watching her approach with a piercing gaze.
“I’m not sure whether to be disappointed or relieved,” she says as she sits down across from him.
His smirk grows as he takes his seat again.
“You don’t look like a professor, either,” she continues.
“It’s…” he begins, but looks as if he changes his mind as he sighs and leans back into his chair, “a long story.” He scrutinizes her for a moment and she meets his gaze with a steady one of her own. “How does an American come to be at a magical Catholic school in France?” He finally asks with a raised brow.
“It’s a long story, Sir.” she grins.
Professor Snape smooths a finger over his bottom lip, fighting a smile as he tips his head in acquiescence. “Well, I’ll cut to the chase, Miss Vandeleur. Do you know anything about what happened to Father Kiernan last week?”
“Not at all, Sir.” She replies, widening her eyes in an expression of innocence. Her stomach swoops as his expression suddenly turns stern. She sits frozen as she waits for him to speak again, several silent moments ticking by before he swiftly stands. Goosebumps prickle across her skin as she watches him round the desk, stalking closer before he stops just in front of her and leans against the desk.
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, Miss?” He asks in a silken, low voice that sends a heady thrill straight to her core as he looms over her.
Feeling as if she just might drown in the deep, black pools of his eyes as they bore into hers, she tears her gaze away from him and turns her head as she raises her mental walls up high— just in case. “Lying is a sin, Professor,” she murmurs softly, still feeling his eyes burn in her periphery.
A small gasp escapes her then as she feels his hand grasp her chin. He tips her face up to meet his gaze once again. “Oh, I know just how well acquainted you are with certain… sinful behaviors, Miss Vandeleur.”
“I’m sure I don’t what you’re implying, Sir,” she replies coyly, blinking up at him with a delicious heat now sparking through her veins.
“You wouldn’t mind if I took a look, then,” he says, somewhere between a question and a threat.
“I’d like to see you try.” She challenges, steeling herself even as she continues to melt into his touch.
She emits a startled huff as his hand suddenly shoots out to wrap around her upper arm and she’s jerked upward to her feet. “Very well,” he says gruffly, trapping her against his firm chest with an arm locked around her waist. His eyes drop to her lips before flitting back up to meet her eyes when a knock suddenly sounds at the door and they spring apart.
Professor Snape is already on the other side of the desk when Father Kiernan walks in.
“That’ll be all, Miss Vandeleur… for now,” he says in a clipped tone.
“Of course, Professor,” Drina nods once, swiftly turning to leave. “Father Kiernan,” she addresses briefly as she passes, grinning wildly to herself as she finally escapes.
***
Drina stands upon the dais in the sanctuary late that night with her arms crossed as she stares up at the elaborate, vaulted ceiling in quiet contemplation. She can’t help but smile when she suddenly feels his presence at her back— she knew he would come.
“Is this round two of my interrogation, Sir?” She asks as his hand snakes around her waist, pressing her back against his chest.“Does that mean I’m a prime suspect?”
“Call me Severus,” he says quietly, dipping his head close to her ear. Her eyelids grow heavy as his hot breath fans down her neck. “And I already know all I need to, Miss Vandeleur.”
“Drina,” she replies, arching her neck with a sigh as his lips trail down her neck before pressing against her skin, his tongue flicking out briefly to taste her. “What is it you think you know, Severus?”
His arm tightens around her as his other hand glides up her abdomen before palming her covered breast with a firm squeeze. “That you’re a depraved little minx whose in desperate need of a firm hand.”
“And you think you can straighten me out?” She murmurs, her eyes slipping closed as he kisses and nips at her neck.
Her breath hitches as his large hand moves from her breast to wrap around her neck with a gentle but firm grip. “Should we go to my room and find out?” He asks, his voice gruff.
A deep shiver runs down her spine. “I’d rather you show me right here,” she breathes, arching her hips back against him and feeling his prominent erection press into her.
“Filthy girl…” he rumbles, biting sharply at her neck before weaving a hand into her hair and gripping the back of her head. A surprised whimper escapes her as he suddenly jerks her head back, his mouth drawing close to her ear. “You would look into the eyes of God while I fuck you at his feet?” He growls darkly, arching her neck up to the large, golden crucifix suspended before them while his other hand leaves her hip to slide down her thigh and slip under her skirt to firmly cup her clothed pussy.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” she practically mewls, pressing into his hand for more friction as a delicious, burning heat flashes through her.
“Already so wet for me…” he purrs, stroking a long finger against the soaked spot of her underwear. “Your passion is wasted here, little witch…” he continues as he draws his hand up to tease a feather-light touch along the band of her underwear. “Drina…”
A faint, impatient whimper escapes her at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue, dripped in the utterly sinful rumble of his baritone voice, and she reaches up to thread her fingers through his silky hair in a wordless plea for more.
He chuckles quietly against her neck, finally dipping his hand below her waistband and eliciting a breathy moan from her as his fingers slip between her pussy lips and graze across her now aching clit. Severus breathes a satisfied groan as he dips into the hot, slick pool of her arousal seeping from her pussy, feeling her needy cunt clench under his fingers. “And what of your Father Kiernan,” he husks, harshly grinding his cock against her ass. “What would your priest think of your wanton behavior?”
“It’ll make for an interesting confession,” she murmurs under her breath, shifting restlessly against him until he suddenly thrusts two fingers into her throbbing cunt and a desperate moan escapes her as her back instinctively arches against him.
“Will you tell him,” he growls, her scalp stinging as his hand tightens in her hair, blazing a white-hot path straight to her clit. Severus pumps into her with steady but rough thrusts as she desperately grinds her clit into the heel of his palm with panting breaths. “Will you beg for the Father to forgive you as you tell him how I defiled you on the steps of his sanctuary, how you shamelessly writhed on my fingers like a needy little slut?”
“Fuck, yes,” she whines, clawing into his forearm as her legs begin to tremble beneath her. She mewls as he thrusts his fingers into her faster, her head spinning wildly as a fiery spike of heat suddenly jolts through her. “Oh god— I’m— I—“ she pants, utterly lost in the building heat smoldering deep in her flesh and the wet, crude sounds of his fingers fucking her dripping, pulsing cunt.
“That’s it, cum for me little witch,” he rasps into her ear, curling his fingers and rubbing firmly against her inner wall until a violent wave of pleasure rips through her without warning, her pussy spasming painfully hard around his fingers before spurting her slick juices into his hand and running down her thighs to the stone floor.
“Ohhh, fuck!” She groans, bucking into his hand as deep, undulating shudders quake through her. Before her muscles even relax, Severus spins her around in his arms and backs her up against the marble altar behind her. With a primal growl, he rips her shirt open, buttons clattering against the stone as he yanks it off of her and throws it carelessly to the side. She quickly unclasps her bra with frantic fingers and tosses it aside as he presses his hips against hers, grinding his hardness into her while threading a hand through her hair again and pulling her lips to his in a bruising kiss, thrusting his tongue into her pliant mouth with a dominant lave of his tongue. He swallows her breathy moan as he gently caresses her bare breast before pinching sharply at its hardened peak.
Drina slips a hand between them and rubs her hand along the large bulge straining against his trousers. “Fuck me, Severus,” she pleads against his mouth.
“So eager,” he murmurs gruffly before wrenching her head to the side by her hair and attacking the tender flesh of her neck with his mouth and teeth.
“Now!” She demands, tugging at the buttons of his trousers. He quickly straightens, jerking her head back to meet his smoldering, dark gaze.
“As you wish, little witch,” he purrs, like a threat full of promise, before spinning her around and bending her over the stone altar with a firm hand on her back. She gasps as her bare, heated skin presses against the cool marble beneath her, shifting impatiently as he presses her down with one hand while his other works on his trousers. He soon flips up her skirt and widens her stance with his foot, gruffly tugging her underwear down before grasping her hip with a possessive grip. His other hand languidly glides up her bare back as he slowly leans over her. She arches her hips into him with a needy whimper as his rigid length slips between the slick apex of her thighs, only to yelp in surprise as he wraps his hand in her hair and suddenly yanks her head upward as his lips press close to her ear.
“I want you to remember this,” he murmurs in a gruff voice, slowly drawing his aching cock through her wet folds and grazing her clit with teasing thrusts. “When you’re knelt at Father Kiernan’s feet…” Her breath hitches as the head of his cock pauses at her entrance with just the slightest pressure before he plunges into her without warning, wrenching a loud, feral moan from her lungs as she stretches suddenly around his thick girth. A deep, satisfied groan rumbles from his chest as he buries himself in the tight, pulsing heat of her pussy with one powerful thrust, his hips firmly pressed against the plush curve of her ass. She moans again as he grinds his hips into her, the hard stone of the altar biting into her flesh. “Remember how well this deliciously tight cunt of yours took my cock as you desecrated his church,” he finishes in a growl before drawing back and slamming back into her. He keeps a firm grip on the back of her head, arching her upward as he sets a brutal pace to watch her plump, rosy tits bounce with every thrust while he looms over her.
“Jesus, yes, just like that,” she mewls, throwing her hips back to meet his thrusts, her veins thrumming with a maddening haze of lusty heat that screams at her for more, more, more as he pounds into her. “Every time I look at him, I’ll think of being bent over this altar with your cock inside me.”
“Gods, you are divine, Drina… heavenly depraved…” he husks against her neck before letting go of her head and biting his fingers into her fleshy hips to drive into her even faster, harder, deeper as a sinful litany of sounds spills from her lips. Groaning as his cock swells inside her, he snakes a hand around her waist to rub quick, firm circles over her clit.
She cries out at his touch, much too oversensitive from before, and her hand flies down to grip his wrist as the tight coil of heat clenches painfully in her lower abdomen again. “I can’t,” she whimpers, simultaneously thrusting into his hand for more while futilely tugging at his wrist to stop.
“Oh, you will, little witch,” he growls, ignoring her protests as he continues rubbing her. “I’m not stopping until that pretty cunt of yours cums all over my cock.”
“Please, please, please— ohhh, Christ— Severus!” She cries, her muscles tensing and jerking, a searing flame of pure ecstasy spearing her as she throws her head back with a blissfully tortured moan and eliciting a deep, primal groan from Severus as her pussy clenches hard around his cock. He drives into her with wild abandon then, thrusting harshly until he suddenly stills deep inside her, filling her throbbing cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum as his cock jerks and pulses against her walls.
They both collapse in a heap over the altar, each struggling to catch their breaths. After a few moments, Severus presses his lips to her shoulder before carefully standing and slowly pulling out of her. She sighs an exhausted huff as he gently helps her stand, giving him a satisfied smile as he turns her around and draws her into his arms as his cum drips down her thighs.
“What are you smiling about, witch,” he says sternly, tilting her chin up with one hand to meet her gaze.
“Oh, nothing,” she says innocently, gazing up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.
He smirks before dipping down to press his lips to hers. “Good,” he murmurs, vanishing her discarded clothes with a wave of his hand. “Because I’m not through with you yet.”
In the next second, Drina is plopped down into a bed, blinking up at Severus sprawled on top of her.
“What—“
“You’re staying with me tonight,” he says with finality, grinning as he vanishes the rest of their clothes and dips his head to trail his mouth along her neck.
“Oh, am I?” She challenges, tipping her head to the side to allow him more access.
“Mhm,” he hums, sliding further down her body and nuzzling her breast. “And you’re going to tell me exactly what you did to Father Kiernan last week,” he murmurs darkly before sucking her nipple into his hot mouth.
She arches into him with a huff. “It was just a harmless little curse,” she mutters, feeling him grin against her breast before he releases her stiff peak with soft pop and gazes up at her with an arched brow. “I didn’t know he would faint,” she says in exasperation, rolling her eyes.
She jumps as Severus bursts into a rumbling laughter before grinning down at him with a giggle.
“Devious little minx.”
***