Tobias Snape Novels & Stories

I came hard with a scream of his name, back bowing as bliss crashed over me in waves. Snape stood and captured my lips in a searing kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I moaned at the flavor of my own arousal mixed with his unique taste. "I'm not nearly done with you yet," he said silkily, giving my ass a hard smack. "Strip." I scrambled to obey, shucking off my robes and underclothes until I stood bare before him. Snape's heated gaze raked over every inch of my naked skin and I felt myself flush under his scrutiny.

At the far end, a tall man in crimson robes stood and crossed the room with surprising speed. “Tobias, my boy,” Friar Thefros said warmly, pulling me into a tight embrace. He hadn’t aged much since I last saw him. Same grey hair in a half-tied knot, same smile like he knew more than he would ever say. And of course, the same ridiculous pointed Turkish slippers, poking out beneath his ceremonial robes. He was the most powerful historian in the known supernatural world. And right now, he looked at me not as a prince… but as a puzzle.

They called him halfblood because they could not bear that what they mocked had become stronger than them. Tobias walked to the raised black stone platform at the head of the courtyard. Elaine followed. I followed too, with Ronan at my side. Keiran, Astrid, Victor, and Spiro came behind us. Spiro’s posture had changed completely. Gone was the teasing dragon who mocked land machines and pretended irritation was his only mood. This was a commander now, sharp and severe, every movement carrying authority.

I gasped, the words tasting like ash and iron, but my body betrayed me, arching deeper into the toy as the intensity grew. "Say it properly," he insisted, stepping closer. He reached out and tapped the underside of my chin, forcing me to meet his stare. "Tell me you are my possession. Tell me you are nothing more than my slave." "I am your... your possession," I sobbed, the humiliation burning hotter than the friction between my legs. "I am your slave, Draco. Please, just… give it to me." He chuckled, a low, humorless sound that vibrated in my chest. With a flick of his thumb, he slowed the vibrator down to a agonizingly sluggish, pulsed rhythm...

Always ~Severus Snape, The Deathly Hallows. •• "Is it true?" Khaleed questioned, bursting through Nadia's office uncaring of the meeting going on. Her assistant flinched from the interruption, deferring to Nadia for instructions on what to do. She quirked a brow at him before dismissing him, returning her gaze back to the samples of the new lipstick she was launching. "It's a little drier than I wanted," she continued. "But it's perfect. Let Ahlam know that we can proceed with the shipment."

An open fire, bookcases filled with spell books and a drinks cabinet, line the back wall, a vast window on one side and a painting hanging on the other wall with the history of potions on the other. Sitting on the sofa is the rest of my coven. Tobin Adnet has been my right-hand man for most of our time together. He is the best at potions, even a mere drop of something he creates and you are putty in his hands. He had ice blonde hair, a steel expression with a set jaw and broad shoulders. His pale blue eyes add to his intimidating demeanour.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

I cooed as he enjoyed my affection. Ironically, I named him after a Harry Potter character, but he seemed to like it. Plus, Nagini in the film was a girl, but my Nagini is a male and a familiar. Once my magic grew stronger, Nagini appeared from my magic and took a form of a snake, a cunning and sneaky creature representing the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth. Another is that although they are considerably beautiful, getting close to one can cause destruction. "But-"

If not, Tobias will be the first to die. Sienna also seems to sense that she can't take much more of this and performs a series of knock-out hits surrendering Tobias to a state of near unconscious. I watch as Tobias finally taps out, making me even more proud of my little mariposa. She not only held her own but also won against that snake.