Trust
Chapter 21 of 26
HechiceraA witch from the Andean altiplano arrives at Hogwarts to teach DADA. Culture clash, conflict, and smut ensue.
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Thanks como siempre to RedSkyAtNight, whose suggestions made this chapter so much better than it started out being.
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It took a moment for Rawa to understand the words. “You mean,” she said with an explicit gesture, “you want . . . en el culito.”
“Yes.”
A little shiver of fear and excitement went through her. He had touched her there once, briefly, with his tongue, and the sensation had been wickedly delicious—but the thought of his whole jisp'ana penetrating her there was a little scary.
“Why?”
He had taken off her shirt, and was caressing her breasts; now he looked up at her and said, “Because it is the filthiest thing I can imagine doing to you. Because I want to possess you completely, and violate every orifice you have. Because I want to do something to you that no one else has done.” He drew a breath. “Has any man ever had his cock in your arse?”
“No.” Her heart was hammering in her chest.
“Are you afraid?”
“Yes.”
She saw something change in his expression, and comprehension dawned. “It excites you, that I am afraid, no?”
“Yes,” he admitted, and she could hear the shame in his voice.
She was still sitting astride him, and had unbuttoned his coat. “Like this?” she asked. “Sitting like this?”
“No. I want to bend you over that table and split you like a ripe melon.”
Taken aback, she said, “You know you will need something, some kind of . . . lubricante.”
He raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. “I am,” he said, “the Potions master.” He pointed his wand toward the cupboard. A small bottle flew out into his hand, and he set it on the table.
Then he lifted her from his lap, and tugged at the waistband of her trousers. “Take them off,” he said, and she complied, treading them under her feet until she stood naked before him, her pulse pounding in her ears. He shrugged off his coat, and she reached for his shirt buttons, but he grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her roughly about, then bent her over the table, planting his left hand in the center of her back. She flinched reflexively, even though the scar had ceased to be painful for some time now.
“Does that hurt?” he asked, in a husky voice, and she said, “No,” wondering if he would have it would have aroused him more had the answer been yes.
He rolled up his left sleeve, then switched hands to roll up his right one, all the while pressing her down against the table top. She could feel his movements as he unbuttoned his trousers and reached for the little bottle. She felt a cool liquid spill into the cleft between her buttocks, and then his finger, gliding over the exquisite slipperiness, flickering around the opening. She groaned, and he leaned over her and said in a low, urgent voice, “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Oh, please, yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I will give myself to you any way you will take me.”
“Only that? I want it, and so you’re willing?”
“No.”
“What else, then?”
The tip of his finger was slipping in and out of her anus, and she felt herself opening to him. “Because it feels good, ay dios, when you touch me there it makes me, it . . . me calienta.”
As if to torment her, he took his hand away, and she felt more of the slippery liquid trickle between her buttocks. “Get up onto the table,” he said. She climbed up, and he pushed her knees underneath her, so that she was kneeling face-down on the table, her buttocks in the air. He began again to tease her anus with his finger, and she spread her knees apart as far as they would go and pushed back against him, forcing it deeper.
“Now touch yourself,” he ordered, and she reached between her legs and began to stroke her swollen clitoris.
He withdrew his finger, and she gave a little whimper of protest.
“Do you want this?” he asked again.
“Yes, oh yes, oh, sí, sí, sí,” she gasped.
“Ask me for it, then.”
“Éntrame,” she said, “penétrame, por favor, por favorporfavor.” English had deserted her; she was wild with wanting him inside her.
He placed a hand on either side of her buttocks and spread her apart with his thumbs, and then she felt the head of his penis forcing her open with a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. “Ay, mi amor, mi vida, mi corazón, dámela, métemela, métemela,” she cried, stroking herself harder and harder as he pushed into her. His penis seemed impossibly large, and the sensation threatened at any moment to cross over into pain, but she took in a deep breath and willed herself to relax, opening to receive him as he began to thrust rhythmically into her.
“Oh, god,” he said. “Oh, god, I love your cunt but this is so tight.”
She was beyond words now, making only a little anh, anh, anh cry, pushing back against him, driving him deeper inside her with each stroke.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, “oh, god, I’m coming,” and she felt the hot liquid spurt inside her, seconds before she screamed out his name and shuddered beneath him.
He slid gently out of her, and stood for a moment crouched over her, his mouth against the back of her neck.
“I love you,” he said.
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75 Reviews | 5.52/10 Average
Definitely one of the more unusual stories I've read, but i liked it very much, particularly them telling sirius that they were married lol. Glad it had a happy ending also!
"You should have told me."
Told him what? That she was pregnant, or that by doing the mental-link magic she'd be flung into this dreamworld, almost not getting out of it? Or did Snape really only killed Voldemort at the cost of his own life?
Lovely story.
Beautiful story. I'm. Not usually a reader of Snape paired with and OC but Rawa was a fascinating and believable character.
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Oh wow, thank you so much! Lucky for me, I wrote this story before I was ever involved in the fandom or had read any fanfic at all. If I had, I'd have known how averse people are to reading SS/OFCs because of the prevalence of Mary Sues, and I'd probably have lost my nerve and/or second-guessed every line. As it was, I toiled on in blissful ignorance.
Response from Ljpjcg (Reviewer)
No, I think it was fantastic and I'm glad you shared this. She had many facets and her life was very interesting to read about.
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Oh wow, thank you so much! Lucky for me, I wrote this story before I was ever involved in the fandom or had read any fanfic at all. If I had, I'd have known how averse people are to reading SS/OFCs because of the prevalence of Mary Sues, and I'd probably have lost my nerve and/or second-guessed every line. As it was, I toiled on in blissful ignorance.
Response from Ljpjcg (Reviewer)
No, I think it was fantastic and I'm glad you shared this. She had many facets and her life was very interesting to read about.
*snip*Dear Miss Akapana,I am writing to offer you the position of Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts for the coming academic year, as word of your extraordinary talents has reached my ear.* It is rumoured, for example, that you possess the power to compel truthfulness; such a skill would likely prove quite valuable when dealing with the garden-variety magus adolescens. I would be remiss in my duties if I failed to advise you that we have had some difficulty in keeping this position filled during the past decade: more than one of your predecessors has unfortunately lasted less than a year. However, I feel certain that if your magical abilities are as your reputation has led me to believe, you will have an excellent chance of success.If you are agreed, I will send a conveyance for you at your earliest convenience.Sincerely yours,Albus DumbledoreHeadmaster*I cannot imagine why it has reached one ear and not the other, but there you have it. HAHAHAHAHA! That is AWESOME! LOVE IT! 
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Why, thank you! I tried to make it appropriately Dumbledore-y.
Response from Fishy (Reviewer)
It IS! So perfect! Love that bearded wizard!
Response from Fishy (Reviewer)
Oh - and you're quite brave to introduce ayahuasca into your fic. I spent a summer in Peru and that vine is some NASTY stuff!
fascinating plan, I love how Rawa wants to believe in Snape, but no wonder she's concerned.
“Come with me, dear,” she said. “You and I need to have a talk with Dumbledore.” oh my, yes she does.
“When you sacrifice the losers on big stone pyramids,” she said. ROFL, she does have a point. Isn't there some question about whether it was the losers or the winners that were sacrificed?
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Indeed there is--but I'm taking license to decide that Rawa has inside info.
Way to get Ron ferretboy behaving. Snicker
I thought I envied the magical folk for Reparo and Evanesco, but a mosquito repelling charm? Want.I love the interaction between Rawa and Sev, her pov on his nose is hysterical and good for her sniping back at him.
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
I can't tell you how pleased I am that Soroche is getting a read!
Poor Hagrid, he did ok in the mountains going to see the giants, but then he walked so there was time to adjust.
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Well, also the Andes are much taller than any mountains anywhere in the UK. Cotopaxi--which is where the Yachay Wasi school is located--is 5000 metres high.Worst. Headache. Ever.
What a fascinating character your Rawa is, I'm sure she'll make quite the impression on Hogwarts.
Better. And try to remember that my name is Esnep. He's gotten to like it, hasn't he? that's so cute :o)
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
At least he's paying attention!
Brutally honest description of one approach to teaching - a female version of Snape. Given the view of professors in canon and film, Ron's observation seems dead on. Hence, establishment of authority by penalizing those who vocalize the obvious. Shades of Umbridge. This is assuming you wish to display a character defect of the protagonist. Cannot rate this chapter because it is not clear this is intended as a character defect.
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Nope, not intended as a character defect at all. She's not punishing Ron for stating the obvious--she's punishing him for saying something disrespectful and inappropriate to the venue.When I was teaching high school, I would definitely have called a student out for remarking audibly that I was fuck-worthy.I don't see it as Umbridge-like at all.
Hagrid rides a flying motorcycle, but gets soroche? Perhaps the Aviation Regulatory Agencies class him as General Aviation and restrict him to below 5000 feet. Good touch with the finches and Filch. And she has brought a lovely assortment of hallucinogens and poisons. Good frisson at the end.
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
I always figured Hagrid flew pretty low to the ground on the motorcycle--at any rate, nowhere near Cotopaxi's 19,000 feet.
A development chapter, but it still manages some drama. I take it the humor is that our heroine can understand American-style English.
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Well, it's more that she can understand standard "textbook" versions of English, but not Hagrid's rather intense regional dialect. A bit like someone who had learned Spanish in school faced with someone speaking Argentine Lunfardo.
A powerful opening. Different.
Just found your story through Thanfiction-he drew a stunning picture from your story and I was fascinated and had to come see what it was about. This first chapter is amazing. While I am not very versed in South American lore, everything you have written so far has sounded right, has had the weight of a fully realized world and culture and is so different that what one normally finds in HP fanfiction. I love this line ____________________________________________________ What was a conveyance? she wondered. Another letter? Some kind of contract? Well, it hardly mattered—she had no intention of traveling half the world away to teach in a language that made her teeth hurt. _____________________________________________________ It made me laugh and it rings true.I love your discription of the condor, that he does not speak like a human would, that he is the voice in her head as well as his own powerful entity. And this sobered and warmed me at the same time___________________________________________________________________ Daughter, you know that no one is ever told when and where they are to die. __________________________________________________________________ Finally, I love that it costs something to use magic, to reach the spirit realm. It sounds weird that the high point of this chapter for me was her vomiting in the snow but, there you go. Wonderful chapter and I am heading on to the next with high hopes!
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Woot! I was so thrilled to get to the top of the commission queue and get that picture, but it honestly never occurred to me that it would result in more people reading my fic! Because it's an OC fic, it doesn't get a whole lot of exposure. Serendipity!I'm so glad you liked it, and thanks for the details. I researched this fic for several years before starting to write it, and the cultural and linguistic informatin is as accurate as I can possibly make it.
Lovely ending! Lovely! Original work? Plz?
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Thank you so much!Not sure I know what you're asking there?
Response from Pyttan (Reviewer)
Sorry about that; I blame my swedishness. I'm not always clear on all the english stuff. Have you got a story hidden somewhere here, that is all your own? You know, whithout borrowing the characters from the divine Rowlings? I absolutly think you are good enough, you see, and since I like your stuff I would like to read it. Yes I am shamelessly flattering you, so I can get to more of your stuff.
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Ooh, flattery, my favorite. More, please!Thank you so much! I don't, at the moment, have anything finished. But I'm working on it. Are you in LJ?
Response from Pyttan (Reviewer)
LJ? No. I have no idea what that might be?
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
LiveJournal. Get thee thither.
Response from Pyttan (Reviewer)
I'm now thither, what to do now I wonder?
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Friend up. See you over there :-)
Great finish. Simple and understated, but perfect. :)
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Thank you.It's hard to let them go.
I think of the line from that song as it applies to Rowlings Severus Snape ...A man gets tied up to the ground, He gives the world its saddest sound, its saddest sound...mmmm.Lovely love story!
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Thank you so much--I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Aha! More is explained...so that's why Severus deviated from his usual custom by asking to use the pool when he requested the services of Malavi at The Wayward Wand. He was trying to recreate the scene of Rawa in the bath as closely as possible so that he could act out what he had wanted to do at the time...although it's not quite clear why he chose a cold pool instead of a hot bath. As I already noted when I left a review for The Wayward Wand, he must have chosen Malavi because she of all the women probably looks most like Rawa with olive skin and straight black hair.
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Well, the bath at Hogwarts was more like a pool in size, if not in temperature. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Scary! Hope he gets back in time! :)
Response from Hechicera (Author of Soroche)
Do you doubt him for a single moment?