Six - Sizing Up The Pieces

The world flashed by Mimi in a series of swirls, eddies and buffeting winds, making her deaf, dumb and blind. It was like being on the worst, most nausea-inducing thrill ride at an amusement park, and she wondered how Wizarding folk ever got used to Apparation. She was terrified of being sick.

Just as she thought she would lose control and start screaming, or throwing up, or both, they stopped, and Mimi clutched at Severus' Death Eater robes like a drowning woman to a life preserver. He allowed her perhaps five seconds before he asked, "Can you stand?"

"Of course," she mumbled, and took a shaking step away from him. Strangely, she continued to move backward, against her will. "Guess not," she marveled, and Severus caught her before she landed on the ground.

"If future, think before you speak," he hissed, his voice rough with anxiety. She looked up at him unblinkingly, and he softened. "Apparation can sometimes cause dizziness; I should have warned you."

Mimi shrugged resignedly. "Spilled milk." She stepped back, and her knees decided to hold her up, at least on a trial basis. Her initial disorientation gone, Mimi looked around curiously. "Where exactly are we?"

Severus, too, looked around cautiously. "We are just outside the wards of the Dark Lord's abode. It is secret-kept and untraceable, as well as unplottable. One can only enter and exit when summoned." He donned his mask, and held out a gloved hand to her.

Mimi looked up at the imposing figure, standing impassively before her, his outstretched hand large and ominous in its black leather glove. In his robes and mask, Severus looked frightening, dreadful and capable of things Mimi was afraid to imagine. She thinly understood that he was preparing her. All of the Death Eaters would be dressed thus; she would be surrounded by these frightful figures. Severus did not want her to blow her story by recoiling in horror every time one of his 'brothers' loomed before her.

It was then that her courage threatened to leave her. Mimi was, after all, a mere mortal woman, a Muggle, who was from a different space and time. She might never leave this place tonight. Impervious to magic she may be, but Bellatrix was fond of her dagger, and that, you could be sure, would not bounce off Mimi's skin like magic.

Incredibly, the words to a song popped into her mind. I love you in a place where there's no space or time... I love you, for in my life you are a friend of mine... and when my life is over, remember when we were together... we were alone, and I was singing this song for you...

She didn't know then and would never really discover why those words chose to come to her at that particular time, but the sentiment behind them stiffened her spine, and she held out her hand to Severus. In her deep, melodious voice, dripping with imperious disdain, Mimi commanded, "Come, acolyte; take me to this Lord of yours."

She could not see his expression, of course, but she later swore the eyes blazing out from the mask shone with admiration and affection. He drew her hand into the crook of his arm, and replied in his smoothest, most silken voice, "It shall be done as you command, my goddess." He lowered his head to hers, and said more quietly, "But be warned, there is revel tonight, and it will be like walking into hell."

They entered the double doors at the entrance of the impressive manor house, and it took every ounce of Mimi's courage to step through. They had indeed entered the demon's lair.

The room was nothing more than a long corridor with a walkway in the middle. On either side of the path, an assortment of long tables was lined end to end, and upon them were images straight from Dante's Inferno. The room was bathed in an eerie, orange/red light that made the sights and smells lurid and terrifying. Severus walked her past women, partially clothed and naked, bound to tables while robed figures did unspeakable things to them. Some of the tables held men, and other men in robes brutalized them with tools that would sicken a Dominatrix.

As they stalked down the middle of this long hall of demons, Mimi forced herself to keep a casual, almost bored expression on her face. It was so hard, and she knew her nightmares had just been given some brand new material to chew over. The screams were often blood-curdling; sometimes they were screams of passion. Sometimes Mimi could not tell the difference.

There was a strange smell in the air. It was coppery and organic, and reminded Mimi of cornfields and slaughterhouses. She swallowed, and kept her stride with Severus, who had solicitously slowed his pace to enable her to walk majestically beside him. She felt his hand close over hers, and she forced herself to relax her grip on his arm. She had been digging her nails into his elbow.

As they neared the end of the long, narrow room, she heard a cry. "Please, please don't hurt me anymore!" Before she could stop herself, Mimi whirled to see a young girl, possibly seventeen, strapped to a table. Two Death Eaters were viciously raping her; one held her down, pulling at her raw and wounded nipples, while the other drove into her body with a cock encased in what appeared to be a leather condom, studded with large ridges. Mimi could see the blood-soaked sheath as he pulled from the girl, laughing.

His eye caught Mimi's, and he looked her up and down. "What are you looking at, witch?"

Before she could heed Severus' vice-grip on her hand, she replied, "A dirty old man in a clown suit."

His companion laughed, but the rapist withdrew from the prone body of the young, weeping girl. His bloodlust was heady; he was high on power. He took a step toward Mimi and Severus. "For a little witch, you have a big mouth."

Mimi sneered, looking pointedly at his crotch. "And for a big talker, you've got a tiny dick."

His wand was in her face in the blink of an eye. "One more word out of you and you'll get firsthand knowledge of just how impressive my dick truly is. I'll bet a dirty little witch like you would love it, wouldn't you?"

Mimi looked at him for about three seconds, and then the wand was in her hand. She had snatched it from his fingers before he could react, and to everyone's stunned disbelief, she snapped into three pieces as if it were no more than a twig, and threw it on the ground. The dragon heart-string core was the only thing holding the separate pieces together.

The room was instantly silent. Mimi looked down at the wand, and back at the Death Eater. "Typical. The more a man waves his wand, the less he knows what to do with it." She turned to Severus. "Come, pet," she said, deliberately turning away from the now limp Death Eater, who was still looking at his broken wand in silent incredulity. Mimi carefully trod on the broken pieces as she and Severus walked away from the grisly tableau.

Severus had watched the incident with mild amusement, coupled with nut-shriveling fear. He had warned her to keep her distance, and when Yaxley approached her, Severus had withdrawn a small wand he sometimes brought when summoned. It had belonged to another wizard, long dead, and although it did not have the power of his own, it worked well enough for him, and was untraceable.

He was about to silently cast a repelling charm, when Mimi snatched Yaxley's wand from his fingers and snapped it like it was nothing stronger than a piece of Blackpool rock.

Severus had never seen anyone break a wand with their bare hands. True, when a wizard was convicted of a heinous crime, they lost their rights and their wand was broken. It was, however, a symbolic gesture only. Once a master wand maker the likes of Olivander imbued a wand with its magic, it took a powerful spell, often invoked by several strong wizards at once, to weaken a wand enough to break it. And Mimi had made it look like the most brittle stick on earth.

He stroked her hand, and led her through the door to her private audience with the Dark Lord.

Voldemort sat on what could only be called a throne of skulls. It was placed in the middle of a dais on the far side of this room, and his entourage fanned out in a semi-circle from him.

Mimi had prepared herself to feel afraid in his presence, but when she saw him, she merely felt relief. He was exactly as she had always imagined him to be; of average build, of average height. At one time, he must have been handsome. Now he was a caricature of a man. His face was a ghastly greenish colour, and exhibited no feature that could be considered remotely human. He truly now was more snake than man.

Snake.

Shit, thought Mimi. I forgot about the fucking snake! I might be able to fool these morons, but that snake could eat me in one gulp!

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the snake Nagini appeared, and wound its way languidly around her and Severus, as if gliding along, looking for a snack. It raised its head and looked into her eyes challengingly. Mimi could see intelligence in its slitted eyes, and she forced herself to look disdainful.

"Tom, would mind asking your worm to seek its entertainment elsewhere? I find its breath revolting." The words flew from her without conscious thought, and Mimi felt almost as if someone else were speaking through her, telling her exactly what to say. She felt Severus stiffen beside her, but she refused to back down. She merely met Voldemort's gaze, and waited.

For a moment, they looked at one another, and Mimi held his gaze, refusing to be the first to back down. Finally, incredibly, Voldemort smiled. "Nagini, come here, you naughty girl! You're being rude to our guest." The huge snake slithered away reluctantly, but not before casting a knowing, reproachful glance Mimi's way.

Mimi stepped forward, and crossed her arms imperiously. She thought it best to wait and see what Voldemort would say, but she would be damned if she was going to give this tin god any respectful bows.

Severus, on the other hand, was under no such illusions. He knelt before the Dark Lord and kissed the hem of his robe. Voldemort accepted his accolade, but kept his attention on Mimi.

They were engulfed in preternatural silence, and Mimi took the opportunity to cast a contemptuous glance around the perimeter of the room. There were seven Death Eaters in attendance, besides Severus. Bellatrix Lestrange stood at Voldemort's right side. The others could have been stone for all the movement they exhibited.

Finally, when it seemed that the silence had reached the breaking point, and only needed the smallest vibration to crack it into a million pieces, Voldemort said, "Welcome to our little evening of entertainment, goddess." He spoke the last word with a slight emphasis, and Mimi could not discern if the word was spoken in jest or tribute. She decided to go with the latter, as a goddess would.

"Is that what this is, Tom? Feeding them bread and circuses, because that is all you can summon to nourish your troops?"

If her statement was taken as an insult, Voldemort gave no indication of such. He merely made a little bow of ascent. "A war is sometimes a series of thrilling moments marred by long stretches of boredom and ennui. I like to reward my Death Eaters, and to remind them of the pleasures to come, once our victory is complete."

He stood suddenly, and walked from his throne down to her. She looked up at him levelly. "So kind of you to ascend from on high to walk with me, Tom." Where were these words coming from? "I had hoped to speak with you in private, but what I have to say can just as easily be said here, with your minions about."

Voldemort looked at her carefully, and he closed the distance between them. Quietly, he hissed, "Who or what are you? Is it true that you cannot be harmed by magic?"

Mimi smiled at him with narrowed eyes. "Are you going to believe rumours, or are you going to seek out the truth yourself, Tom?"

"Crucio!" he shouted, and Mimi's smile widened. As predicted. Now there were sounds coming from the Death Eaters.

Mimi risked a look around at the other men in the room. Bellatrix was looking at her like she was an ogre. Without warning, she raised her wand to Severus, and sent the same curse toward him.

Severus fell to the ground in agony, and his screams turned Mimi's blood to ice. She looked in fury from Bella's lustful smile, to the wand in her hand, to the ray of light streaming from its tip into Severus' contorting frame.

Calmly, Mimi stepped in front of the beam of magic, and it dissipated instantly. Severus collapsed with a grunt of pain. Bella was no longer smiling.

"What manner of creature are you?" she hissed. She turned to Voldemort. "My Lord, how can this be? No mortal on earth can withstand my Crucio!"

Mimi walked up to the witch, a chilling smile on her face. "And therein lays the rub, Bellatrix. No mere mortal can withstand your mighty power. Put two and two together, witch!"

As if led by an unseen conductor, every Death Eater in the room aimed their favourite hex or curse at Mimi, and every hex and curse rolled through her and dispersed.

She turned to Voldemort. "Are you quite finished? I didn't come here to play parlour tricks with your dogs, Tom!"

She knelt by Severus', and picked up the Death Eater mask which had fallen from his face as he writhed under the Cruciatus curse. Grasping his arms, Mimi helped him from the floor. Her heart was twisted; it was truly awful to watch him being tortured. "Be healed, my lovely pet," she said in a soothing voice. Severus, who was still reeling from the Crucio, forced his face into calm lines.

Voldemort watched her carefully. "And how did you come to adopt our dear Severus as your pet... goddess?"

Now that's more like it, Mimi thought. He's not sure what I am, but he's pretty sure I'm not a mortal. She shrugged. "Why do you need to know? Where were you when I made the world, Tom Riddle?" She turned to Bellatrix, who still watched her with the unnerved eye of a madwoman.

"Enjoy your life well, Bellatrix Black. You will torture one Mudblood too many, and her mother will strike you down in the shadow of the castle."

"Prophesies?" Voldemort hissed. "Are you here to tell me of my future, goddess?"

Mimi drew herself up to her full height. Here we go, she thought. "Your future is already prophesised, Tom. I am merely here to watch and favour whom I will. I have observed the boy Potter."

She shrugged indifferently. "He has powers that you do not fully understand. But you are the great Lord Voldemort, after all, and your powers are formidable, when, of course, you're not indulging these leeches you call Death Eaters."

Bellatrix cried, "How dare you – "

"I DARE," Mimi shot back, "because I can. I have seen the future, and it will be."

"Will. Be. What?" Voldemort said, his patience waning. "You speak in riddles. No wizard can harm you. Are you an oracle, or are you immortal?"

Mimi smiled. "I am who I am. I have powers beyond your rational thought. I know the future. But I have returned to this earth for one simple reason. I, like your precious Death Eaters, suffer from the occasional ennui." She pushed her lip out in a charming little parody of a pout.

"I am bored, Tom. I am ready to be entertained. Not with your petty depravity and twisted pleasures. I will leave your minions to those lofty pursuits."

Mimi laughed, and reached up to Severus' cheek and stroked it proprietorially. "I can entertain myself quite pleasurably in that manner. Can I not, my dark lover?"

Severus, playing his part well, kissed her hand worshipfully. "Yes, my goddess," he said, his voice still breathy and unsteady, as if remembering the 'entertainment' he'd provided for her. His delivery was due more in part from the cursework, but he was and had ever been a good actor in the Dark Lord's presence.

Voldemort's eyes snapped with fire. "And I am your entertainment as well?" he said, anger crackling from him.

Mimi removed her hand from Severus' and crossed to Voldemort. "Tom, I could tell you how the end game plays. But do you really wish to know? Wouldn't you like to make your own history, your own destiny? I will tell you this: I will sit back, and watch, and wait. I will assist the one who is worthy and deserving of my assistance. If you and your Death Eaters prove worthy, I will smite the boy myself, in your name."

Voldemort watched her, entranced. Mimi nodded, and leaned in closer, wrinkling her nose at the corpulent smell of him. Her voice was seductively enticing. "Think of it, Tom. You will reign forever over the world, as the living embodiment of the goddess' favour. I will grant you these things."

Voldemort stepped back. "For what price, goddess? You are giving me nothing more than I can already achieve."

Mimi laughed. "Can you, Tom? Can you really? Can you withstand the Avada Kedavra Curse?"

Voldemort looked at her for almost thirty seconds. Suddenly, he raised his wand. "Can you?"

Several things happened at once. As if in slow motion, Mimi saw Voldemort shift his aim, and his wand pointed toward Severus' chest.

At that second, Mimi jumped in front of Severus and held open her arms like a shield, as Voldemort bellowed, "Avada Kedavra!"

The blazing green light shot from his wand, and Mimi stood her ground as the Killing Curse hit her squarely in the chest.

The room was as still as death, as Mimi walked up to Voldemort. Her eyes were snapping with fury. She did not dare look at Severus. She knew she would cry. Instead, she focused all her attention on the Dark Lord.

It gave her some satisfaction that every Death Eater in the room looked frightened, including Bellatrix. Even Voldemort was stunned. With a voice as cold as death, Mimi said, "Is this your idea of 'getting on my good side', Tom?"

While she had Voldemort distracted, Mimi turned in fury to Bellatrix, and with a passing glance to Severus, Mimi thrust her hand in the air toward the dark-haired woman, and Bella was thrown across the room. Thanking her lucky stars that Severus had anticipated what she was going to do, and wondering how on earth she'd known he would make it happen, Mimi turned to Voldemort.

"My payment? You wound me, Tom. Here I thought you understood the gift I'd bestowed upon you, and you repay me by trying to kill my favourite toy."

She walked toward Severus, who stood regally straight. His expression could not have been calmer. He looked as if he were attending a small, rather dull garden party. She stroked his chest.

"Here is my payment, Tom. I will leave you to posture and preen on the battlefield. I will wait until you are ready for my intervention. I will grant you victory. In the meantime," she continued, and stood with her back to Severus. "You will leave this one alone."

"Why?" This time, it was one of the male Death Eaters. Bella was still out cold behind the dais, where Severus had thrown her with his silent Protego.

Mimi turned away from him and faced Tom. "You will leave this one alone. If you do not, perhaps I will be forced to give the Potter boy further consideration."

Voldemort's inhuman eyes bored into hers. "Why Severus Snape?"

Mimi shrugged with a smug little smile. "He amuses me, but I will not be amused when I come to play and find him injured, as when I first came to this place." A brainwave hit Mimi, and she went with it, having no idea if she was about to drive a huge truck through the hole in her story.

"It was his pain and his devotion to you that summoned me here."

Tom was surprised. "Severus summoned you from the air?" He turned to the dark wizard. "How did you do this, Severus?"

To his credit, Severus was as cool as Mimi had ever seen him. Lying with the truth, she said, "He was distressed that he had given you cause to punish him. On that night, he called out to me in his sorrow, and I answered him. It's been very enjoyable pretending to be the mortal right under Albus' crooked old nose." Severus bowed to Mimi, and knelt between her and the Dark Lord.

"I gratefully serve you, My Lord, and my goddess has rewarded my devotion to you. I do not know why, but I am favoured because I am yours, My Lord." Severus looked up at the Dark Lord with his heart and soul shining in his luminous, black eyes.

They were as beautiful and fervent as a martyr, and glistened like black ink. Even Mimi believed him for a moment. She rewarded him with a slow, sensual caress of his cheek.

"And it will remain so, Tom," Mimi said. "I will have no more torture for this one. It does not please me. Surely you have bigger game to hunt than to weaken your own troops."

Voldemort gave her a sly look. "Troops must have discipline, goddess. Sometimes they must be reminded of their true purpose."

"As I am reminding you of yours! If you wish to assume the ranks of the everlasting, you will do as I say, Tom Riddle! Clean the muck from your ears! I am giving you the keys to deification, and you waste your time in pointless, petty evils!"

Mimi turned to Severus. "Come, pet. I have grown weary of trying to make this one understand. You gave me reason to believe him worthy of my time."

"Only I am worthy to join the gods!" Voldemort bellowed, enraged. "I am the one you seek!"

Mimi turned back. She gave him a look of cool appraisal. "Then do we have an accord? I will not make my offer again, Tom Riddle."

Voldemort raised his wand. "By my wand, I swear it." He looked at Severus, then back to Mimi. "While you favour me, no harm will come to your chosen one."

It was an oath with a lot of wiggle room, but there was nothing Mimi could do about it. It would have to do for now, and by the time the battle was engaged, hopefully she could keep Severus out of harm's way until it was all over. Now they could plan for the future. It suddenly occurred to Mimi that she'd very likely just changed the course of history. Did it mean that she could change Severus' destiny as well?

"Very well," she said, arrogance pouring from her in waves. "Watch. Wait. At the appropriate time, I will come for you." Mimi turned on her heel and stalked out of the room. She knew that Severus was right behind her. She could feel every eye on them. She held her hands out toward the door, and like water, they parted to let them through. The anti-chamber was quiet now and Death Eater and victim alike watched Mimi leave the Dark Lord's presence, her consort by her side.

The two of them were silent until they reached the Apparation point, and Severus put his arms around her and they spun away. Arriving back at Hogwarts' grounds, Severus held her for a moment past what was strictly necessary. Numb with relief, Mimi held onto him, and gradually, he pulled her up into his arms, until her feet were barely touching the ground.

"You're mad, woman! You're insane!" He was kissing her feverishly, his kisses raining down on her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her forehead. Each kiss was frantic and wild with relief and fear. "What on earth possessed you to say those things?" he moaned, between kisses.

Laughing, Mimi returned his ardor, and held his face in her hands. "I don't know, Severus! It was as if someone was telling me what to say! It was as if there was a voice in my head, directing what to say!"

They ran to the dungeons, their feet swift and feather light. Both were exhilarated and giddy. Severus had never returned from an audience with the Dark Lord with such a feeling of hope that the Light might actually win. It gave him wings, and as he looked at the diminutive woman who'd orchestrated it, he skidded to a halt.

"What's wrong, Severus?" she said, breathless and elated. She sobered as she looked into his face. "What is it?"

He looked down at her, breathing hard, and swallowed. "You... the Dark Lord cast the Killing Curse. If not for you, I would be dead." He looked at her in wonder. "I would be dead tonight, if not for you."

Mimi shook her head, and stroked his hair. "No, love. I was the reason he cast the curse in the first place. I was the one who almost got you killed tonight." She looked away. "I'm sorry."

His large hand cupped her chin, and raised her face to his. "Don't be. I was saved. You saved me, goddess." He allowed himself a smirk. "You were simply magnificent."

He leaned down to her and kissed her. It was a kiss of such devastating sweetness it made Mimi's knees feel weak, and she whimpered softly as his lips, gentle and tender, moved against hers, coaxing them apart, sliding a long, sensuous tongue into her mouth. When Mimi slid her fingers through his hair and plied her own tongue against his, he moaned softly, and pushed her against the wall, enveloping her, kissing her hard.

He slanted his mouth against hers and grasped her head, pulling her closer, forcing her open to him, plunging his tongue into her mouth to battle with his. She could feel his erection against her stomach, hard and needy and hot, and it matched her own aching passion for him.

Finally they broke away, panting, and Severus backed away from Mimi. Even as his eyes blazed with desire, he was shaking his head. "I don't... I – I don't think I can –"

Mimi awarded him a hot little smile as she approached him, and her fingers quickly unbuttoned his Death Eater robe and pushed it from his shoulders. "You don't have to do anything you don't want, Severus. But I think you want the same thing I do."

His face was flushed, and he looked defiant, almost angry. "You know what I am, Mimi. I don't know if I can last."

Mimi smiled. She took him by the hand and led him over to his chair. When she knelt between his legs, he exhaled harshly, and she could hear hope and despair in that desolate sigh. "It doesn't matter, Severus," she said, softly, and unbuttoned his trousers. "Let me do this for you. I want to, so much."

He sat as still as a stone as she eased his trousers down his hips. She unbuttoned the last few buttons of his shirt, and pushed the sides away from his body. He was pale and slender, with a smattering of black hair, trailing from his navel to his crotch. He smelled delicious, like patchouli and cedar and spices.

He whimpered as she touched his cock for the first time. It was large, and uncut, and Mimi smiled at him as she gave it a firm stroke. He gripped the arms of his chair; the room was silent except for his harsh breathing. She leaned forward, and placed a soft, loving kiss on the tip, and licked the fluid that had seeped from it.

Severus hissed, and exhaled a quavering breath as he grasped her hand. Mimi looked up into his face, and was stunned at the level of desire in his gaze. His eyes were fire, and she felt as if her body burned from his gaze. No man had ever looked at her with such desperate, erotic intensity.

"I won't last long," he whispered, shamed. He closed his eyes, and his face was alight with helpless arousal.

"Severus, look at me," she replied, and reluctantly he opened his eyes to meet hers. She smiled.

"Watch me. Take as little or as long as you like, because I'm just getting started here." She slid his erect member between her soft hands, and he moaned longingly. "We have all the time in the world, my love."

Mimi had always considered herself a good lover, and she enjoyed oral sex, but no oral sex she'd ever performed was as sweet and pleasurable as the first time she slid Severus Snape's cock into her mouth, and heard him cry out, "Oh gods, that's so good! Oh fuck..." His head fell back, and she pulled away from his cock, sucking hard, and he grasped the back of her head.

"Please don't stop! Oh, gods, Mimi, please..." he moaned, and Mimi purred, a low, vibrating sound in her throat, and he whimpered helplessly as she took him as deeply as possible, reveling in the taste and the smell of him.

Severus felt as if he had never known what it was to be a man, a real man, until this moment. He had heard the lusty boasts of schoolmates, of friends, of his fellow Death Eaters, but until that moment he'd never had a woman's mouth on him.

It was indescribable; hot and dark and wet and tight; he could feel her slippery tongue sliding over his shaft even as she pulled away from him. It was as if every single nerve ending in his groin had been ignited, causing his toes to curl and his nipples to crinkle painfully into little hard buds on his chest.

Mimi had met the Dark Lord on his terms, and Voldemort had called her a goddess. Now, she was on her knees before Severus, worshiping his cock, making him feel like a god. He felt as if he could live forever.

The crippling pleasure of it overwhelmed his senses; the combination of the wild meeting with the Dark Lord, and this incredible woman stepping between him and death was coupled with the intoxicating feel of Mimi, on her knees, sucking him, stroking him expertly, painting his rigid cock with her talented lips. She ran her tongue up the underside of his erection, gently scraping the ridge under the head of his prick with her teeth, and he almost swooned.

He was making embarrassing noises, but he could not stop himself. At this moment, Dumbledore could walk into his chambers with the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team and Severus would not care. The so-called Golden Trio could appear and engage in a menage a trois and Severus would cheerfully ignore them. Nothing, short of death, could hold back his orgasm. A dozen dark passion-filled fantasies swam into his mind, and he vowed he would experience them all with Mimi if she would but allow it.

He could feel his balls tighten, and just as he thought he might be able to hold onto this exquisite pleasure for a few more precious moments, Mimi slid her long fingers over his sac, and began to massage it, as she swirled her tongue over the head of his straining cock. He threaded his long fingers through her dark hair, and he began to ride against her, his hips bucking to meet her beckoning mouth.

He tried manfully to hold on. He tried every trick he'd ever heard from every man who'd spoken of these things, and none worked, because in reality he didn't want to stop it, as much as he wanted it to never stop.

A gentle finger slid up past his perineum and tenderly circled his anus, and panicking, Severus whispered, "No...don't... oh Merlin..." He gave into her as Mimi's slender finger pressed against the puckered hole. She made a low growling sound in her throat, and it vibrated throughout his groin in the space between her blistering hot mouth and her insistent finger sliding into the unfurling bud of his rectum.

Pure bliss rushed down his spine into his crotch; slowly at first, then with lightning speed, and Severus cried out, "No! Not yet! I'm not ready!" It was too late, and as Mimi buried him balls deep in her luscious mouth, his orgasm burst from him, and melted his groin into molten lava.

Every spitting, surging, pumping thrust of his cock wrenched a cry of release from him, his voice sweet and innocently boyish. His back arched in a rictus of pleasure and his thighs clamped against her shoulders. He whimpered as ecstasy almost tipped into agony, and finally he was able to ride the sensation like a wave to its final, sense-stealing conclusion.

His grip on her hair was almost painful, but Mimi was unmindful of any discomfort. Watching this darkly beautiful man, transported, outside himself in his unspeakable rapture, almost made Mimi climax herself. It was beyond anything she'd seen, heard or experienced. Severus Snape was the embodiment of pagan, mystical eroticism.

He lay sprawled in his chair, boneless, panting as if he'd run from the dungeon to the Astronomy Tower. Mimi sat back, swallowing the last of his rather impressive issue. It tasted bitter and sharp, and she realized he'd probably not allowed himself to orgasm in a very long time. What a bleak life this man had led.

He sat with his head leaning against the back of the chair, a faint line between his silky brows, as if concentrating, even as he came down from his endorphin-saturated high. His mouth was parted, and a smile played over lips. They were full and sensuously wet and swollen from biting on them in a herculean effort not to climax too quickly. His eyes were lidded and heavy with satisfaction, and glowed like embers.

"Gods, woman," he rasped, and then cleared his throat, "you have sucked the life out of me."

Mimi merely grinned, then chuckled. She sat back on her heels. "I wish you could see yourself. You are stunningly beautiful."

He opened a skeptical eye, and raised a delicate brow. In a more characteristic tone, he replied, "I think your mind is addled from your performance earlier this evening. I have never been, nor will I ever be, beautiful, much less stunningly so."

Mimi cocked her head to one side. "Well I say you are beautiful, and since I am She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, you have to agree with me, whether you like it or not, Severus Snape."

He laughed, a silent hitch of his chest. "Yes, my goddess. After what you've just done to me, I think it would be foolhardy to disagree with you." He looked down at her, and his expression softened. "That's a hard floor, Mimi." He held out his hands. "Come and sit on my lap," he whispered, and Mimi shivered as she grasped his hands and allowed him to pull her into his waiting lap.

He kissed her, his lips slow and sensuous, as his hands moved over her body. "I want to make love to you," he murmured, between kisses. "Teach me, goddess. Teach me how to give you pleasure."

She smiled into his dark eyes. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."

That almost-smile flitted over his lips again. Almost flirtatiously, he said in his silkiest voice, "Then, goddess, teach me how to make you scream."

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A/N: Mimi's words of inspiration were from A Song For You, words and music by Leon Russell