Compulsion
Severus had been attempting to find the Elder vampire for a few hours. Lazarus had been in contact with the potions master to procure a new potion to ease the pain between feedings that his coven had been experiencing. Lazarus had insisted his clan remain a safe distance away from humans with the goal of causing as little harm to the population as possible. They had been feeding from animals, mostly. There were a few willing participants, especially in the wizarding world – it seemed there would always be a few witches or wizards with that type of sexual kink. But the hunger grew over the weeks and months, his coven was becoming unstable. Violence had increased, although thus far they have been fortunate enough to avoid bleeding a human completely. That had its own risks though; if they didn’t die, they’d transform, adding even more mouths to feed. It was a vicious circle, which is what led Lazarus to Snape’s door.
He'd been working as quickly as possible to create an acceptable potion, the reward for his haste was great. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had a chance to trial it, he just didn’t have the resources or acquaintances to seek out any vampires for a safe trial. Nonetheless, Severus was confident with his brew, bottled it, and set out towards the woods. His feet ached and he was hot; he didn’t expect to travel this far or he wouldn’t have worn his heavy woolen clothes. He looked to the left and saw a gentle lake. The water was near-transparent and was cast in the shadows of all the trees. He thought it was secluded enough for a quick dip. Despite his better judgment, he just felt compelled to strip and allow the water to caress his tired body.
He folded his clothes neatly in a pile, easing his way beneath the water. It was so refreshing and warm, it felt like a bath. There was something deep down in his mind telling him to run, this wasn’t safe. But he was just so… tired. He needed to relax. He’d stay just a little longer and then he’d continue his journey. Severus found a large rock which seemed smooth enough to lean against. He closed his eyes and enjoyed himself.
Severus quickly opened his eyes and sat upright, summoning his wand to him. There was a splash in the water, the ripples slowly growing as they made their way closer to him. His heart pounded in his chest, his magic surging. But it wasn’t from fear. When he cast his eyes up from the sway of water, Severus saw two beautiful women diving into the lake. It had been a very long time since he had enjoyed the feeling of a woman, an even longer time since he didn’t have to pay for it. He remained a quiet voyeur as he watched them frolic in the heat of the afternoon.
After watching for Merlin knows how long, his role of voyeur was taken away from him as they seemed to approach. He feared he’d get scolded for not making his presence known but it seemed these women didn’t mind. He felt drawn to them; no words wore said, and yet he found himself wrapping his arms around one of them as she nestled into his lap. The second woman somehow ended up behind him, massaging his temples as her breasts pressed against his head as she raked her nails down his chest. The second woman moved to his other side. They each sat astride one of his thighs, nuzzling at his pulse points on opposite sides of his throat. He felt one of them reach out with her tongue, flickering it against his pulsing vein. He felt himself drop his head back, allowing them each more access to his body. It was so enjoyable…
What was going on? He didn’t act like this. He was always so careful. But the compulsion…
The compulsion…
Snape quickly stood in the shallow water, the women falling from his lap with a hiss. He looked into their eyes, what were once green were now red on the edges with a large, black pupil in the middle.
Fuck.
Severus tried desperately to get away from them; he was under a vampire compulsion and needed to protect himself. He tried to make his way back onto dry land, perhaps he could get some of his potion in them and prevent their hunger from taking over but it seemed to be happening too quickly. Severus wasn’t thinking straight. Every time he tried to occlude, to shield his mind from their powers, he was unable to be successful. He found himself following them up onto the forest floor, laying down on the ground as they surrounded him. Three more women seemed to emerge from the shadows and approached him.
He was trembling. He knew he was in danger but he just couldn’t force himself to care. Here he was, with five beautifully nude women giving him attention.
Fight, Severus. Find your wand. Where’s your wand.
Who cares? This feels amazing.
He was arguing with himself, but that latter voice won out in the end. He felt his hands and legs being drawn away from his body, spreading him wide to make room for the leader to slither up his body. She started between his legs, licking up his thigh as she moved closer to his manhood. Severus groaned and squirmed.
“Yesss,” the one holding his left arm hissed. “We want to hear you, wizard. Don’t hold back, we like the fight.”
The women that were pinning his arms down each took his index finger to their mouths and started sucking in tandem. “Mmm. You taste so good, wizard. We want to taste more; will you give us more?”
“Yes,” he groaned as he dropped his head back, arching into their touch. He was eager to feel their lips on his body, licking and kissing every inch of him. The remaining two women were working on his calves, massaging his tired muscles as he moaned in frustration.
“What’s wrong, wizard?” the leader asked.
“Stop teasing, wench.” Severus growled as she licked his scrotum, never breaking eye contact. She moved her way up to his length. It had hardened during their play and was now leaking heavily. His hips moved against his will, trying to get the woman to swallow him. She licked at the base, languidly moving to his mushroom shaped tip, humming in enjoyment as if she were consuming her favorite treat – perhaps she was. She opened her mouth and allowed him to slide down her throat. He fought against the other women, he wanted to be freed from their grasp, to touch them back, to have them pressed under his weight. He hated being restrained, he desired control.
“Sisters, he grows restless. Let us help him to relax, yes?” The women all moaned and hissed in agreement. Severus could smell their arousal, and he had a sense of masculine pride that they were reacting to his body. He tried to focus on the lower women, who had moved up to rub his thighs, trying desperately to forget about the other three that were sucking various appendages, lest he allow himself too much pleasure and therefore end the encounter.
The leader released his aching cock, sliding up to straddle his narrow waist. She bent forward, licking and sucking on his nipples, alternating between the two until he was bucking beneath her.
“Stop the teasing. I beg of you,” he groaned out. He was getting overstimulated. He needed the penetration.
“As you wish, wizard.” The leader rose on her knees, one of her sisters grasped his cock and aligned it with her quim. When the leader felt his length against her, she slowly lowered herself down on him. Severus groaned and squeezed his eyes shut.
“So tight. So warm. So… beautiful.”
“Yes. Feel us, wizard. Let us give you your pleasure so that we can seek our own. Tell us you want this, wizard.”
“Yes. Take it. Take it all.” The leader began to rock against him, riding his cock and stimulating herself on his pubic bone. One of the sisters had moved off to the side, leaning in front of the leader to lick the couple where they were joined. Severus grunted as he enjoyed the thrusting and licking. The other woman ceased her massage and straddled his thigh. She began to grind against his contracting muscles. Severus felt his thigh become wet with her arousal as she mewled her own pleasure. The leader tilted her head so that she could kiss her sister as they rode him. The two remaining sisters abandoned his fingers, moving on to his wrists. Their tongues were hot and wet against the sensitive skin.
The women increased their pace until they felt him start to tremble. “Are you going to come for us, wizard?” the leader asked. He couldn’t respond, his mind had stopped working as he focused on his pleasure. “Come for us, wizard. Take your pleasure.”
Severus felt his muscles tense as his orgasm was pulled from his body. He shivered as he rode out his orgasm, bucking against the leader and roaring his release. At the peak of his pleasure, he felt the sharp sting that he had been anticipating. The women all sank their fangs into him, filling him with their orgasmic venom while they fed from him. The pain was unbearable – he felt the fangs pop through his first few layers of skin before the burning took over. He cried out, gasping as they took his neck, wrists, and hip. As soon as the punctures started to numb, they released their bites and moved onto another spot, seeking as much of his crimson blood as they could find. He was being drained and the worst part, was that it extended his orgasm. The venom provided the pleasure required to survive the pain. He felt their tongues lapping at the blood that was smeared all over his body. He felt sticky and cold, growing increasingly weaker. He knew he’d succumb to them; knew he’d beg for death if he was given the option.
As his skin became sallower, and his heart rate slowed, he knew what was happening. Severus’ last sound he made as a human was a scoff. He found it ironic that the rumors his students started about him being the bat of the dungeons was about to become a reality.
Severus Snape felt himself slowly transform into a monster.