Fic: Retro fest fic, Part Three
Title: Marriage a la Mode, 3/???? Pairing: Snape/Lupin, implied Harry/Draco Rating: NC-17 for this section Canonicity: this is compatible only through GoF, since Sirius Black is alive. Summary: the Dark Lord has decided that Severus should marry and has chosen the bride. Little does he know that she is not what she appears…. Warning: mpreg, gender switch, maiesiophilia, fantasy.
The reception - it was almost midnight, so why call it a "wedding breakfast"? - was mercifully short. Even so, it was almost more than he could bear, standing next to her, hearing her laugh, feeling the heat of her body, and being unable to do more than touch her fingertips. His blood sang at the thought of what was to come -
- if Lucius would ever finish that ridiculous story he always told about the house elves losing the key to Narcissa's chastity belt, and toast the newlyweds so they could finally, finally be alone.
Of course they were separated - was it his imagination or did Soleil take a nip from a crystal flask for courage? Or was it yet another fertility potion? - long enough for Narcissa and the other women to undress and bathe the bride and probably fill her head with tales of everything that could go wrong on a wedding night. Severus shook his head in frustration as Lucius, Voldemort, and Rodolphus hurried him away to what had almost certainly been the first Tom Riddle's bedroom for his own ablutions. Lucius held the laver as Voldemort sprinkled yet more water directly on his genitals, and Rodolphus held him still during the final blessing/prayer spell.
"Have I not done well for you, Severus?" Voldemort's lips skinned back from his teeth in a ghastly attempt at a smile. "Young, beautiful, and talented. Your son will be all that a wizard should be!"
"I'm sure, My Lord." When would they take him to her? "She is all that a man could wish."
"And I see that you wish her, my faithful one." Voldemort leered at his stiffening member and clapped him on the back. "Lucius, Rodolphus. Take our groom to meet his bride!"
The bridal chamber was down a corridor lit by well-trained fairies. Narcissa and her friends barely registered as they slipped past, Parkinson gasping and then giggling to see her Head of House naked and rampant. Lucius and Narcissa opened the door with a flick for of their wands and disappeared, Rodolphus and Parkinson following a moment later.
"Severus?" Soleil's voice had dropped to a husky whisper. "Is that you?"
He stepped through the door, which obediently shut and locked itself behind him. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. "It is."
Soleil stood between the bed and the huge, ornatedly carved fireplace, nude except for a sheer blush-pink silk peignoir that barely concealed her perfect young body. Severus stood transfixed as she let the filmy garment slip to the floor and took a tentative step toward him. "My God," he whispered.
He had never been attracted to women, not even to Lily. Evan Rosier had been his first lover, then an apprentice at St. Mungo's. He had almost, almost succumbed to the werewolf two years ago, but that had died a-borning when Lupin had forgotten to take his potion and nearly killed Potter and his friends. Lean hips and strong shoulders were what he dreamed of when he allowed himself to dream.
But Soleil -
- rose-tipped breasts, high and firm - milky skin, dark blonde hair flaring gold in the firelight - eyes bright, lips red and moist - gently curved belly that would tighten and swell with their son -
All thoughts of men fled. He made a strangled sound and reached for her, barely conscious of the opulent bed, the bucket of champagne on ice, the dainty foods set out to replenish their strength if they woke during the night. Her cheeks were already flushed as she splayed her hands against his chest, fingers combing lightly through his hair. He shuddered as she leaned up to kiss him, lightly at first, then with parted lips and eager tongue. His cock was so hard it hurt.
"Soleil - "
"Mon mari - please, please - I need you - "
His arms wrapped about her, fingers buried in her silken hair. She gasped as he pulled her close enough that she could feel his erection pressed against her flesh -
- breasts overflowing his hands, dark nipples contracting at the merest touch as he proudly caressed her changing body -
"Soleil - oh God - " He could barely talk, but it had to be said before it was too late. "This - if we - "
Somehow they were by the bed, both naked, and her face swam before him as he fought off the image of what she would look like in half a year as maiden became mother. "You're so young - do you want this? A baby - with me - I wasn't your choice, I know it, I - "
- round and full and firm, the child kicking up against his hand -
"But you are my choice. I could have said no when Al - Papa Albert told me about Lord Voldemort's plans." She moaned, pressed her groin against his leg and undulated until his thigh was slick with her juices. Her left hand moved down to squeeze his erection with exactly the right pressure to make him gasp at the sweet, painful pressure. "I said yes, even after he told me what might happen."
She hesitated, then plunged ahead in a voice that sounded more English than French. "I've thought about you for longer than you know, Severus. This isn't how I'd thought we would be together, but I'll take it."
He cradled her cheek in one hand, barely able to process what she had just said. There had been no hint of this when she'd been in his classes. "You barely know me - you - "
A shadow flickered in her eyes. It was gone as quickly as it had come. "I know you better than you know, mon mari." She kissed him again, breaking free only to breathe. "We do this at Voldemort's command, but the marriage - " Her legs shook as she stepped backward toward the waiting bed. "- and the baby - those will be ours, not his."
"Ours." The mattress bounced slightly as they fell backward, hips already starting to grind together. He kissed her hard, lips and cheeks and throat and pink-tipped breasts. She cried out as he sucked and licked at her nipples, her scent changing from musk to copper as she came for the first time. He raised his head long enough to see her eyes glaze with pleasure, lifted her hips to the right angle, and finally, finally slid home with a sound was as much pain as pleasure. "Mine."
The next few minutes were a blur of babbled endearments, of cries and thrusts, clutches and moans. She begged for a child, begged for him, and never had he felt more virile as he brought her to a second climax, and a third. She was enjoying herself because of him and him alone, he was giving her this pleasure -
It was finally too much. He stiffened, unable to hold back, and she howled for both of them as he poured himself into her. The spells, the potions, the frenzy - he could all but swear that he felt the moment sperm met egg, sooner than in Muggles, maybe the Dark Lord was right about Wizards surely Muggles didn't know the instant they conceived a child -
Neither spoke as they came back to themselves. He cleaned them with a spell and drew her close as exhaustion finally took its toll. She murmured an endearment and snuggled against his shoulder.
They drifted off still entwined, too sated to see the phalanx of brooms sweep down toward Riddle Manor.