Like Moths To A Flame

Six: A Dirty Fantasy

I sat in my customary spot at the back of the church as Severus took the pulpit. He gave off this aura of authority, and preached with such conviction that I could not help but be moved. However, as the months passed, I began to fantasize, really fantasize about Severus in the most dirty of ways...

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I am kneeling at the altar, and saying my rosary like a dutiful Catholic when Father Severus comes up beside me.

"It is too late to ask for the remission of sins from our Holy Lady," Severus purred, brushing my hair aside from my neck.

He presses a kiss just beneath my ear, and licks along the edge of my ear lobe. "Oh, Father. This is most inappropriate. We really shouldn't. God will see us."

He tilts my chin to look into his eyes, and he crashes his lips against mine. "Fuck that. I want you now, lioness. Say you want me."

I hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt, and the zip of his black dress pants. "Say it. Say you want me."

I blush scarlet. "I--I want you, Severus. I want all of you."

He chuckles. "Good. But you must earn your Absolution. Turn around."

I do, and his long cock springs free from his pants. I lick my lips in anticipation. I immediately go to work, stroking and licking his length up and down. I swirl my tongue around the smooth mushroom head, and I am rewarded by his harsh intake of breath.

He caresses my cheek, as he rasps, "That's it, lioness. Kiss your Father's hard cock. I want to cum in your hot little mouth."

I place my hands on either side of his hips, and I work my mouth up and down the length of his smooth, velvety shaft. He begins to flex his hips, gently fucking my face, as it gets more and more erect as it hits the back of my throat.

He tilts his head back, moaning loudly, "Fuck...oh fuck witch...yes...yes, just like that."

I take his cock further down my throat, and rub his balls through his pants. Severus tenses up, and then his hot seed coats my mouth. I swallow it reflexively, leaving not one drop.

Severus then lifts me up, and he lifts up my skirt, and pushes aside my knickers, rubbing the head of his cock up and down my sopping wet pussy. "Mmm...wet for me already. I like that. Spread your legs more."

I do, and that is when he slides himself into me. I gasp at how big he feels, how much he is stretching me. He is much bigger than I thought he would be, but as he begins to pound me against the altar railing, I can't help but cry out his name as I whimper from how good, how perfect he makes me feel.

I soon cry out as I clench his cock hard as I come. Severus kisses me passionately, silencing my screams of pleasure. He then nips my neck as he moans my name like a fervent prayer, and he cums deep inside of me, filling me up. He presses one last kiss to my lips, and purrs in my ear, "Don't you dare clean that out until you get home. I want what is mine to bear my mark for a while longer."

"Yes, Father," I purr in response.

"Good. You are Absolved, my child. Go and sin only about your thoughts of me," He says, and blesses me, but afterwards, gives my ass a playful spank...

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I listened to Severus attentively, but I could not help but want him.
I had started to really want him sixth year, but the crush began far earlier when he consoled me during the Yule Ball after Ron Weasley decided to play jealous boyfriend, and blew up about me "consorting with the enemy," or some other bullshit.

I was deeply hurt at the time that he thought so little of me, and our friendship, and so I cried on the grand staircase. No one seemed to give a damn that I was in distress, not even Harry, but he was off dancing with Parvarti Patil. Well, making out with her, more than dancing. I didn't care, I was too stressed out and upset.

Severus found me on the stairs, and we had a real heart to heart. He held me as I cried in his arms, and that caused my break up with Viktor Krum as he saw us hugging each other. So much for courtly manners.

Other relationships after the Battle of Hogwarts crashed and burned, because of my obsession with my Potions teacher. In some ways, it didn't entirely make sense to me my powerful passion, and desire for him, because he was not conventionally handsome. Some would even call him grim, forboding, but to me, he was handsome, and I wanted him, all of him. But what I wanted the most was his heart. Yes, and I wanted to surrender my heart to him as well, because I realized as I sat in the back of my church years later, was that my heart had always belonged to him.

I still felt so embarrassed from what happened between me and Harry. He did not go back to Ginny, but he could be seen with one new witch on his arm every two months or so. I tried to owl him, but he wrote back for me to stop bothering him, and to get on with my life.

I knew that Severus and I were at a kind of stand still at work: we were cordial, polite even, but it did not extend to speaking in private. I knew that we would need to talk, and soon, or I feared that we would be like this forever: orbiting each other's path not knowing where we stood with each other, while desperately wanting to. Little did I know that that time would come in the form of him coming to me for help...