a/n making up for taking so long updating the 3rd chapter, here's #4! BE WARNED THIS CONTAINS SMUT SO PLEASE DON'T BE LIKE ME IN HIGH SCHOOL AND READ THIS SORTA THING IF YOU'RE UNDER 18. also, jkr owns everything harry potter, I just play with it.

previously on Reverend...

"You know that I'm soon to be sworn to the priesthood. That I face vows of chastity and purity."

I nodded, a slight lump forming in my throat. I knew it would never happen.

"However… lusting after a holy man… this is a most grievous offense."

I looked up to see his face twisted into that same almost cruel smirk, his eyes like two pits of sin, glittering in the darkness of the confessional. It hadn't occurred to me that he'd be so tall.

"I believe you must give adequate penance for your… wandering thoughts…"

His lips brushed along the upper cusp of my ear as one hand traced cold, light touches up one of my bare arms. My eyes fluttered shut as a shiver of fear and arousal ran along my spine, chased by the featherlike touch of his fingers. As they came to rest at my hips, his large hand pulled me against him possessively. My heart raced a mile a minute.

"Are you afraid" he murmured

"That's what you would always say in the dreams" i breathed. A deep chuckle shook through his chest.

"And?"

"... no" I whispered.

The ferocity of his kiss pushed me back against the paneled wall of the confessional, one hand tight around my waist while the other still held my wrist, pinning it next to my head. My fingers entwined themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck, reveling in the smooth strands and the noise which came from his throat. His kisses came relentlessly, lips caressing mine in a way that could never be described as gentle, teeth nipping at my lower lip, tongue entwining with mine serpentlike. He mouthed down my jawline, suckling at the place along my throat where my pulse rose to the surface, beating fast and shallow like my breath.

His hand holding my wrist moved instead to fist itself in my curls, pulling my head to the side. The slight sting of my scalp made me gasp, not really of pain, but of that heady feeling I recognized from the dreams.

"You don't know… what you've done.. To me…" He hissed against my neck, punctuating his words with sharp bites. The evidence of his arousal pressed into my hip through the thin cotton of my sundress. Subconsciously I pressed myself further into him, whimpering from my own need, and wrapped one leg around him.

The hand in my hair slid downwards, swiping the thin strap of my dress off of one shoulder as his teeth pulled at the other. His lips found mine again as he tugged down the cotton shift roughly to palm one of my breasts. I moaned, perhaps a bit louder than I intended to.

"Shh.. " he hushed, placing a finger against my lips and smirking, "can't have anyone hearing your confession."

Giving him the most innocent look I could muster, I drew just the tip of his finger into my mouth, running my tongue along the ridge of his fingernail and sucking gently.

"So that's how it is?" he said, his tone dangerous. "On your knees, Miss Granger"

My body moved without thought, kneeling on the dusty carpet. His eyes shone as he quickly undid his belt and untucked his black button-down shirt from his slacks. He slowly unbuttoned them and drew the zipper down, revealing just a flash of black satin underneath.

I reached up, wanting to touch him again, but his eyes flashed in warning.

"Ah ah… would you like to add another sin to your list? Lust and now… we don't want to be greedy, isn't that right? Good girls keep their hands folded in prayer for forgiveness."

My hands dropped to my lap, pressing the palms together as I dropped my gaze.

"I… I"m sorry reverend" I said, staring at my reflection in the polished surface of his shoes.

"Prove it" he growled, grabbing my chin to pull me upwards to face his cock, freed through the placket of his pants. It stood in pale contrast to the black fabric, the tip blushed just slightly with his desire.

I slowly took him onto my tongue, my jaw protesting only slightly with his width. With gentle bobs of my head I took him little by little, eyes locked with his. About halfway down, I realized I wouldn't be able to go much further, instead hollowing my cheeks around him as I sucked back to the tip. He twitched, drops of wine-sweet nectar filling my mouth with the taste of him as I ran my tongue around him. Down and up, down and up, I relished in the small grunts he made, the tensing of his heavy brow and jaw each time I flitted the tip of my tongue along his slit. Each noise he made sent vibrations directly to my core.

Grabbing my head he began to thrust shallowly into my mouth, the pull on my hair causing me to moan around him. A heavy gasp slipped from his lips as he pulled me further on to him, forcing his cock into the back of my throat. My jaw and lungs burned with the effort before he pulled me back off of him again with a wet pop. A string of saliva rolled down my chin as I gasped for breath, my eyes wet with tears from the effort.

He pulled his pants down lower before sitting back in the chair he sat in before, wrapping the long fingers of one hand around his cock and tugging slowly as he looked at me.

"Would you like to finish what you started?" He said, "Or am I going to have to ruin this decrepit carpet?"

I stood slowly, moving on uneasy legs over to him and with a pull of his surprisingly strong arms, he tugged me to sit straddling his lap. His hands moved up my thighs, pushing the material of my dress over my hips. Myself I pushed the now-soaked crotch of my panties aside.

He circled the tip of his cock around my entrance once… twice… each pass expertly avoiding my clitoris, pushing me further into the mindless arousal. Finally, he pushed himself into me, just a little at first. Frustrated, I sat fully onto him, reveling in the stretch of my walls around him.

His forehead fell to my shoulder in a wordless cry, holding me still there for a moment. Squeezing myself around his shaft, He let a tiny whimper out.

"Move" he whispered

That was all it took for me to rise up and impale myself on him again, and again. His hips snapped upwards to meet mine, each impact echoing with a too-loud wet noise that echoed through the confessional.

His hands sat heavy on my hips and I wasn't sure if it was me or him that was making me rise and fall.

With a grunt of frustration he pulled me off of him entirely and pushed me to the ground. One arm looped itself under my hips, pulling me up onto all fours.

"Let me see you" he growled, flipping the hem of my skirt up over my back. With one quick motion, he ripped my underpants off of me and pushed my knees apart.

"What a horrible, sinful girl you are" he chuckled, running one hand over my ass. "You're so wet for me. So lustful for your preacher. I do believe I said that you needed to be punished…." The hand lifted and came down harshly across one cheek. I squeaked at the sudden, unexpected impact.

"Ah, we can't have that…" he said. Grabbing my now ruined underpants, he pressed them to my mouth. "Open up, girl"

The hand that had smacked me, which had been rubbing neat circles over the mark, now dipped lower, one finger tracing along my slit. I inadvertently opened my mouth in a moan that was quickly strangled by the panties.

"Very good, keep those there" He said, running that sinful finger along me again. I nodded, my eyes closing at the pleasure.

*Slap!* another heavy blow came across my backside, followed by more attention from his fingers which danced along my lips and ever so slightly brushed my clit.

"Do you want me inside of you again?" he murmured in my ear. I nodded eagerly as his hands caused my knees to shake. One slender finger slipped inside me, just dipping barely. Then another, neither deep as I wanted, as deep as he had fucked me before. He withdrew them and pulled my face to see him with his other hand. Eyes not leaving mine, he licked the tips of his fingers, before the lush lashes fluttered shut. He sucked the slight glisten of myself from them before bringing them back to my needy cunt.

"You taste better than I imagined. So… sweet and pure." He moved behind me, fingers pushing in further now, brushing against that place which I knew would push me over the edge.

"I wonder… if it tastes even better from the source" he whispered, the slight air of his breath fanning over my lips.

Then, his fingers were gone. Gone, but replaced with his lips. His tongue. It was all too much and I came, the pleasure ripping through my chest with a sob against the sodden fabric in my mouth. He growled, rising up to his knees and plunging his cock into me, fucking me harder than before. The stimulation pushed me up higher, further, before bringing me crashing down a second time. He pulled himself from me, tugging me around by the shoulder to face him as he pumped along his length. His other hand pulled my panties from my mouth and tossed them aside.

"Open up" He said through gritted teeth and I complied, taking his release heavy on my tongue. I swallowed, still dazed from the aftershocks of my own orgasm.

He collapsed back against his chair, a few hairs sticking to his pale face with sweat. After a silent moment, he stood and pulled his clothing back into place before sitting back down. I stood as well, fixing the hem of my skirt. The silence was unbearable.

"Severus…" I started to say, unsure of how to proceed. He held up one hand to silence me.

"I believe you have served enough penance for one day, Miss Granger. You may go now. However…" He leaned over and picked up the shreds of my underpants and smirked up at me. "I will hold on to these as… evidence of your wrongdoings. I think you will need to confess many more sins in the future"