The emerald flames flared and hissed, and the two of them stepped out into the modest, lamp-lit room of the Leaky Cauldron. The fire behind them sputtered once and returned to its usual glow, leaving behind only the faint smell of ash and smoke.
Penelope brushed ash from the hem of her dress and looked up at him, her expression somewhere between excitement and worry. "Severus…" she began, almost hesitantly. "What you said tonight — about You-Know-Who… is it true? Are you really related to the Dark Lord?"
Her voice carried a quaver. She was trying to sound casual, but the note of apprehension betrayed her.
Severus tugged his cloak off one shoulder and gave a faint, dry chuckle. "In the pureblood community, everyone is related to someone, Penelope. By the time you trace back enough branches, it's less a family tree and more a tangled knot."
She bit her lip, stepping out of her shoes and standing in her stocking feet on the worn rug. "But you said… fourteen generations?"
"Yes." He sat on the edge of his narrow bed and leaned forward, elbows on knees. "I'm descended from Antioch. The Dark Lord from Cadmus. Do you know how many marriages, children, alliances, and generations separate us? A gulf so wide, it's almost meaningless."
Penelope folded her arms, her nervousness easing into curiosity. "So it's not… close?"
Severus gave a faint smirk. "Unless you consider your great-great-great-great-grandfather close family, no."
She exhaled in relief, then after a pause, tilted her head with that bright inquisitiveness he had come to expect from her. "But what you said about Harry Potter… the Killing Curse. Do you really think you're right? That he survived because of some sort of family magic?"
That made him pause. He raised his eyes to her, sharp and assessing, before his expression softened slightly. "I don't know, Penelope," he admitted, in a voice quieter than before. "But it's possible. Very possible. Blood has power. More than most wizards realise."
Her eyes widened, as though the thought alone filled her with awe. "Wow," she breathed, almost reverently.
A mischievous glint touched his eyes as he leaned back on his palms. "Tell me," he said smoothly, "aren't you afraid? You've just spent the evening with the infamous cousin of the Dark Lord, however distant. Fourteen generations, but still… the blood runs true."
The way he said it was deliberate, low and suggestive, the faintest curl of danger wrapping around the words.
But Penelope surprised him. She broke into laughter — soft, musical, and unafraid. She shook her head, blonde hair falling over her shoulder in loose curls. "Oh, please. There's nothing to be afraid of with you."
His brow arched, and he regarded her with an unreadable expression. Then, slowly, the faintest smile touched his lips. "Is that so?"
"Yes." She stepped closer, emboldened, her voice teasing. "You might put on your dark-and-dangerous act, but I know better."
Severus's eyes tracked her movements as she closed the space between them. The incubus in him stirred again, coiling with hunger, whispering for release. He allowed himself a teasing smirk. "Everything about me, Penelope… is to be loved."
Her cheeks warmed, but she didn't retreat. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, eyes sparkling. "Is it really?"
He nodded once, deliberately, his gaze locked onto hers. For a moment, the room felt very small, the space between them charged and humming.
"Will you stay here?" he asked softly.
She hesitated just a fraction — enough for his heart to quicken — before she smiled faintly. "I did tell my mother I was staying over at a friend's birthday party…"
His smirk deepened, satisfaction curling in his chest. "Good," he murmured.
Then, without warning, he reached for her hand and pulled her closer. She stumbled just enough to fall into the circle of his presence, her palms braced against his chest. She blushed furiously, squirming slightly at the closeness.
"Severus…" she whispered, half-protest, half-invitation.
He tilted his head down, his voice dark velvet against her ear. "You've been such a good girl tonight." His hand slid from her wrist up to her chin, tilting it gently upward so her wide eyes met his.
Penelope's breath caught.
"And now," he went on, his thumb brushing over the softness of her lower lip, "I think my good girl deserves some cream."
Her blush deepened instantly, blooming pink across her cheeks. "Wh-what kind of cream?" she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Severus's lips quirked in wicked amusement. He teased her chin with his fingers before lowering his head, brushing his mouth softly against hers. It was fleeting, a whisper of contact, but enough to leave her trembling.
When he pulled back, his eyes lingered on hers, dark and gleaming. "White cream," he said, voice a purr, "with a jelly-like texture."
The air in the room thickened, heavy with the weight of his words and the heat of their proximity. Penelope's eyes fluttered, her breath hitching as she tried to parse the meaning behind his teasing. Her lips parted, but no sound came out at first, only a soft, nervous exhale that made Severus's smirk deepen. The incubus within him purred, delighted by the way her pulse quickened beneath his touch, her heartbeat a faint drum against his senses.
"White… cream?" she repeated, her voice a shaky whisper, caught somewhere between innocence and dawning realization. Her wide eyes searched his, as if trying to unravel whether he was teasing her or promising something far more dangerous.
Severus's fingers lingered at her chin, tracing the delicate curve of her jaw with a touch so light it was almost cruel. "Oh, yes," he murmured, his voice a low, silken drawl that seemed to wrap around her like a spell. "Thick… sweet… and just for you, Penelope." His thumb grazed her lip again, slower this time, deliberate, as if testing her resolve.
She swallowed hard, her hands still pressed against his chest, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of her touch seeped through, stirring the hunger coiled deep within him. The incubus growled softly, urging him to push further, to see how far her boldness would carry her before she melted under the weight of his intensity.
"Severus…" Her voice was a breathless plea now, and the way she said his name—half-nervous, half-wanting—sent a jolt of heat through him. She shifted closer, almost unconsciously, her body drawn to his like a moth to a flame. "You're… you're teasing me, aren't you?"
His lips curled into a wicked smile, and he leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. "Am I?" he whispered, letting the words linger, heavy with suggestion. "Or perhaps I'm simply… offering." His hand slid from her chin to the nape of her neck, fingers threading gently into her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back and expose the delicate column of her throat.
Penelope's breath caught audibly, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as his touch sent a shiver racing down her spine. "Offering what?" she managed, her voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and desire, her earlier bravado fraying at the edges.
He chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated through the small space between them. "Everything you've been too shy to ask for," he said, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath. "Every secret thought you've had when you've looked at me… wondering."
Her cheeks burned, and she squirmed again, caught between embarrassment and the undeniable pull of his presence. "I—I haven't—" she stammered, but the lie was weak, crumbling under the weight of his knowing gaze.
"Oh, Penelope," he purred, his free hand sliding to her waist, fingers splaying possessively against the curve of her hip. "Don't lie to me. I can feel it." His voice dropped lower, a dangerous edge to it now, as if the incubus was slipping through the cracks of his restraint. "The way your heart races. The way your breath catches. You want this."
She gasped softly, her hands gripping his shirt tighter as his fingers tightened on her hip, pulling her flush against him. The hard lines of his body pressed against her softer curves, and the heat of him was overwhelming, intoxicating. "Severus…" she whispered again, her voice barely audible, laced with a need she couldn't quite name.
He tilted her head back further, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough that she could feel the promise of a kiss but not the fulfillment. "Say it," he murmured, his voice a velvet command. "Tell me what you want, my good girl."
Penelope's eyes fluttered open, wide and glassy with desire, her lips trembling as she struggled to find words. "I… I want…" Her voice broke, and she bit her lip, her blush deepening as she fought to hold his gaze. "I want you," she finally whispered, the confession spilling out like a dam breaking.
Severus's eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing in their depths as the incubus roared in triumph. "Good," he growled, and then his lips crashed against hers, no longer teasing, no longer gentle. The kiss was hungry, claiming, his mouth moving against hers with a fierce intensity that left her breathless. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling just enough to elicit a soft whimper from her, while his other hand slid lower, cupping her backside and pulling her even closer.
She melted into him, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. The room seemed to spin, the faint crackle of the fire and the distant hum of the Leaky Cauldron fading into nothingness. There was only him—his heat, his scent, the dark promise of his touch.
When he finally pulled back, both of them were breathing heavily, her lips swollen and her eyes dazed. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, his smirk returning, though it was softer now, laced with something almost tender. "My sweet Penelope," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "You taste even better than I imagined."
Her breath hitched again, and she looked up at him, her expression a mix of awe and nervous anticipation. "What… what happens now?" she asked, her voice small but eager, her body still pressed against his.
Severus's smile widened, his hand sliding up her spine, slow and deliberate. "Now?" he said, his tone dripping with dark promise. "Now, I show you exactly what kind of cream I meant." His fingers found the clasp of her dress, deftly undoing it with a single, practiced motion, and the fabric slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.
Penelope gasped, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Severus caught her wrists, pinning them gently to her sides. "No hiding," he said softly, his eyes raking over her with unabashed hunger. "You're mine tonight."
Her nearly C-cup breasts were perfectly cradled by the bra, the lace teasing at the soft curves, and her blush deepened, spreading from her cheeks to her chest. "Merlin, Penelope," he said, his voice thick with admiration. "You're a vision. Utterly perfect." His words were a caress, and she shifted under his scrutiny, her hands twitching as if to cover herself.
"Let me see you. Every inch of you is mine tonight." His tone was both commanding and reverent, and she relaxed slightly, her eyes wide and trusting.
His hands moved to her back, fingers deftly unhooking her bra with a practiced ease. The red lace fell away, revealing her full, soft breasts, the pale skin kissed with a faint flush, her pink nipples hardening in the cool air. Severus's eyes darkened, his thumb grazing one sensitive peak, eliciting a soft gasp from her. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "You're breathtaking, Penelope."
She squirmed, her cheeks burning, but his praise emboldened her, and she leaned into his touch, her breath uneven. Severus's lips found hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, soft at first, a tender exploration that deepened into something hungrier. She moaned into his mouth, the sound sending a jolt of heat through him, and his fingers traced the smooth expanse of her back, mapping every curve with reverence.
His hands slid lower, hooking into the waistband of her red panties. "These need to go," he whispered against her lips, his voice dripping with promise. He tugged them down slowly, savoring the way her thighs trembled, the way her breath hitched as the fabric slipped past her hips and fell to the floor. His hands found her arse, kneading the soft flesh with a possessive grip that made her whimper. "So perfect," he growled, pulling her flush against him as he kissed her again, his teeth grazing her lower lip, drawing another soft moan.
Penelope's hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his shirt as she surrendered to the heat of his kiss. Severus smirked against her mouth, his hands roaming her body, worshipping every inch. "Lie back," he murmured, guiding her toward the narrow bed. She obeyed, her head resting against the pillow as she gazed up at him, her eyes a mix of nerves and desire.
He knelt between her thighs, his hands gently parting them to reveal her perfect pink pussy, glistening faintly in the lamplight. A low growl rumbled in his chest, the incubus within him roaring with hunger. "Merlin's blood," he breathed, his voice thick with awe. "Absolutely divine."
She squirmed under his gaze, her thighs pressing together instinctively, but Severus held them open, his touch firm but careful. "No hiding," he said softly, his eyes locked onto hers. "I want to taste you." His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she gasped, her hips twitching upward.
Severus leaned down, his breath warm against her inner thigh as he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the sensitive skin just above her mound. "So responsive," he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked smile. His fingers found her clit, teasing the sensitive nub with slow, deliberate circles that made her moan softly, her hands clutching at the sheets. "That's it, darling," he whispered, his voice a dark caress. "Let me hear you."
He lowered his mouth to her, his tongue flicking against her clit with expert precision, and Penelope cried out, her back arching off the bed. "Severus!" she gasped, her hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the blonde strands as he licked and sucked, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out her pleasure. His tongue circled her clit, teasing and tasting, before dipping lower to explore her folds, savoring her sweetness. The taste of her was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and surrender that made the incubus within him purr with delight.
He hummed against her, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through her, and she moaned louder, her hips bucking against his mouth. "So sweet," he murmured between licks, his voice muffled but dripping with satisfaction. "You taste like heaven, Penelope." His hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as she writhed, her moans growing louder, more desperate. He alternated between slow, languid licks and quick, teasing flicks, driving her wild with need.
"Severus… please…" she gasped, her voice breaking as she teetered on the edge. He didn't let up, his tongue relentless, swirling around her clit before sucking gently, pushing her closer to the brink. Her thighs trembled, her body tensing as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, until she shattered, a cry of his name tearing from her throat as her climax crashed over her. Her fingers tightened in his hair, her body convulsing as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her breath coming in short, shuddering gasps.
Severus pulled back slightly, his lips glistening as he looked up at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Beautiful," he murmured, crawling up her body to kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. She moaned into the kiss, her hands roaming over his chest, his shoulders, as if trying to anchor herself in the wake of her release.
He settled back on his knees, his hands moving to the waistband of his trousers. "My turn," he said, his voice a low growl, laced with anticipation. His fingers worked the buttons with deliberate slowness, drawing out the moment as Penelope's eyes widened, her gaze fixed on his movements. He slid the trousers down, revealing the thick, hard length of his cock, the purplish cockhead glistening with need.
Penelope's breath caught, her eyes widening as she took him in. "Severus…" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and nerves. "That… that's something to be afraid of." Her gaze lingered on his cock, her cheeks flushing as she admired its size, its thickness. "Well," she quipped, a nervous laugh escaping her, "you should be called Whitewood, not Blackwood." Her eyes flicked up to meet his.
Severus chuckled. "Is that so?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her thigh, and she gulped audibly, her hand hovering uncertainly in the air. "Go on, darling," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. "Touch it."
Emboldened by his encouragement, Penelope reached out, her fingers tentative as they wrapped around him. Her hand couldn't even encircle half his length, and she gasped softly, her grip tightening instinctively. "It's… so big," she whispered, her voice a mix of fear and fascination, her eyes flicking up to meet his.
Severus's smirk deepened, his hand brushing against her cheek as he leaned in, his voice a low purr. "You'll take it beautifully, my sweet girl."
Severus's hands slowly rested on her thighs, his touch firm but gentle as he parted them, settling himself between her legs. The heat of her core radiated against him, and the incubus within him growled, urging him to claim her fully. But he tempered it, his movements deliberate, his gaze locked onto hers. "Relax, darling," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble that contrasted with the raw desire in his eyes. "I'll take care of you."
Penelope nodded, her lips parted, but her body tensed as the head of his cock brushed against her slick entrance. "Severus…" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nerves. "It's… it's my first time." The confession slipped out, soft and hesitant, and her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, her eyes darting away as if embarrassed by her own admission.
Severus froze, his breath catching as her words sank in. A virgin. The revelation sent a jolt through him, the incubus purring with a twisted mix of delight and responsibility. His expression softened, a rare tenderness breaking through his usual intensity. "A virgin," he repeated, his voice low and reverent, almost disbelieving. "My sweet Penelope… you honor me."
She bit her lip, her eyes flicking back to his, searching for reassurance. "I… I want it to be you," she whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with conviction. "But… I'm nervous. You're so… big."
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring as he leaned down to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin. "I'll be gentle," he promised, his tone firm but kind. "We'll go as slow as you need, darling. You tell me what you can handle." His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her flushed skin, and she nodded, her body relaxing slightly under his touch.
Severus kissed her again, slow and deep, his tongue teasing hers as he pressed himself closer, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. She gasped into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he began to push forward. Her tightness enveloped him, warm and unyielding, and he groaned low in his throat, his control fraying at the edges. "Merlin, Penelope," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with restraint. "You're so tight… so perfect."
She whimpered softly, her body tensing as he eased inside, stretching her with careful precision. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort, and her breath hitched, her thighs trembling around him. "It's… it's a lot," she gasped and tears emerged from her eyes, her voice quivering as she clung to him.
"I know, darling," he soothed, pausing to let her adjust, his lips brushing her jaw, her neck. "Breathe for me. Let yourself open." His hand slid down her side, stroking her hip, encouraging her to relax. He watched her closely, his eyes sharp and attentive, gauging her every reaction. When her breathing steadied, her body softening beneath him, he pressed forward again, inch by agonizing inch, careful not to overwhelm her.
Penelope's hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails leaving faint crescents in his skin as she adjusted to his size. She couldn't take him fully but Severus didn't complain. The feel of her, tight and warm around what she could manage, was enough to drive him wild, the incubus roaring with satisfaction. "You're doing so well," he praised, his voice a low growl as he kissed her softly, his lips a gentle contrast to the heat building between them. "So perfect, my good girl."
She moaned softly, her hips shifting slightly as she grew accustomed to the stretch, the discomfort giving way to a budding pleasure. "Severus…" she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and need, her eyes fluttering shut as she arched into him.
He began to move, slow and deliberate, his thrusts shallow to avoid hurting her. Each motion was measured, controlled, his hands gripping her hips to guide her as he rocked against her. The sensation of her tightness gripping him was exquisite, and he groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he fought to maintain his restraint. "You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "So tight… so sweet."
Penelope's moans grew louder, her body responding to his careful rhythm, her hips beginning to meet his thrusts with tentative movements. The pleasure built slowly, a warm coil in her core, and she gasped, her hands sliding down his back, nails raking lightly over his skin. "It's… it's starting to feel good," she whispered, her voice breathless, her eyes opening to meet his.
Severus's lips curled into a wicked smile, his thrusts deepening slightly as her body opened to him. "That's it, darling," he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Let it feel good. Let me make you feel good." He kissed her again, his tongue claiming her mouth as his hips moved, each thrust a little bolder, a little deeper, but still careful, still mindful of her limits.
Her moans grew more desperate, her body trembling beneath him as the pleasure mounted. "Severus… oh, Merlin…" she gasped, her hands clutching at him, her thighs tightening around his hips. The sensation of him moving inside her, filling her as much as she could take, was overwhelming, and she felt herself spiraling toward another climax, her body teetering on the edge.
Severus felt her tightening around him, her walls fluttering as her pleasure peaked, and it pushed him closer to his own release. "Penelope…" he groaned, his voice rough, his control slipping as the incubus urged him to let go. "I'm close, darling… so close." His thrusts grew faster, still careful but more insistent, and she cried out, her body arching as her climax hit, her nails digging into his back as she shuddered beneath him.
The feel of her coming undone around him was too much, and Severus followed moments later, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spilled inside her, his cock pulsing as he creampied her for the first time that night. The warmth of his release filled her, and she gasped softly, her body trembling with the intensity of it all. He stayed buried inside her, his hips stilling as he caught his breath, his forehead pressed against hers.
For a moment, they lay there, tangled in each other, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Severus kissed her softly, his lips gentle now, almost reverent. "You were incredible, Penelope," he murmured, his voice warm with sincerity. "So perfect… my sweet girl."
She smiled faintly, her eyes heavy with exhaustion and contentment, her body still tingling from the intensity of their union. "It… it was amazing," she whispered, her voice soft and full of awe.
He chuckled, a low, warm sound as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "You took more than enough, darling," he said, his tone teasing but affectionate. "And we have all night to explore… slowly." His lips found hers again, a promise of more to come, and she melted into his kiss, her body nestling closer to his in the afterglow.