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My Master, My Lover	By : littlemissadams Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 37608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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- 1-My Master, My Lover
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A/N-
Well, I’m not entirely sure where this came from. It’s my
first try at writing a relationship like this one, so if I messed it
up, I apologize. Beware, this hasn’t been beta’ed, so all
mistakes are mine. Oh, there is a point near the end of the story
where Lucius and Harry seem to rather abruptly go from referring to
each other as Master and pet to something different, so lets just say
that they only refer to each other as Master/pet during their ‘play
time’.

This
is post-Hogwarts, Narcissa is dead along with Voldemort and Lucius
was a spy during the war.

The
bed I'm lying on is soft and the silk sheets are cool against my bare
skin. My sight has been cut off by a blindfold and my hands and feet
have been bound to the bed by soft cuffs and even though a little
tendril of fear coils in my belly, I mostly feel excitement and
anticipation- for I know my Master will never do anything to me that
I do not want him to. My erect member is trapped inside a cock-ring
denying me release until my master chooses to give it to me while a
charmed dildo is thrusting in and out of my body.

Occasionally,
the toy in my anus releases a liquid, more specifically a potion to
ensure male pregnancies. My Master and I have discussed the issue of
children for a long while and have come to the agreement that tonight
we will try for a baby. I know that my Master is in the room
somewhere, watching me thrust my hips in the air, searching for a
release that will not come until he says so. The air currents in the
room shift, and I know that Master is moving around the room, but if
he is coming to the bed or gathering more toys I do not know.

I
have my answer soon enough though as I feel the bed dip and a thin
cool piece of metal trail down my chest to circle each of my nipples,
flicking them and causing me to shudder and try to arch into the
touch. I feel the bed shift again and I know that my Master is now
laying beside me as I can practically feel his body heat next to me.

"Mm
pet, do you know how absolutely delicious you look right now, tied to
my bed and covered in my toys?" Master's voice is a low sensuous
purr in my ear that sends shivers of anticipation through my body. I
do not answer his question because I have not been given permission
to speak yet and I know that this question does not require an
answer.

"Tell
me pet, do you know what this is?" Master asks as he runs the
piece of metal down my cheek and across my jaw. "You have
permission to speak pet. I want to hear that lovely voice of yours
cry out for me."

Finally,
I have the permission needed to answer my Master.

"N..no,
I do not know what it is Master.”

He
chuckles, but whether it is at my naivete or because he is pleased I
do not know, nor do I care because his chuckle is like silk turned
into sound.

“This,
pet, is a sounding rod.” I gasp when he says this and my pulse
speeds in nervous anticipation as I remember talking about trying one
sometime.

“I
see that you remember our conversation, pet, but this rod has some
rather special qualities that I think you will find quite enjoyable.”
My Master says as he trails his empty hand down to my bound erection.

He
grips it firmly and gives it a few teasing pumps, making my body
quiver and pulling whimpers and moans from my throat. Master finally
stills his hand and pulls back the foreskin, exposing my piss-slit. I
let out a surprised cry when I feel Master's lips close around the
head of my penis and his tongue probe lightly at my slit. When he
finally pulls away, my body is a quivering mass in desperate need of
release.

I
let out a loud keen when I feel the metal tip of the rod enter my
slit and feel tears slip out of my eyes as it goes farther in.
Finally after what seems like ages, the sounding rod is completely in
and my body shakes in combined pain/pleasure. I feel one of my
Master's hands rubbing soothing circles on my torso, occasionally
playing with my nipples as his other hand cradles my face while his
mouth devours mine in a gentle, yet demanding, kiss.

My
body relaxes against his and I feel the hand that was on my chest
trail down to my needy member. Master touches the tip of the rod with
his finger and I cry out into his mouth when I feel the exposed top
expand to engulf the head of my cock and give a powerful suck. I can
feel Master's smirk against my lips briefly before he pulls away to
whisper in my ear.

"I
told you that you would like it pet."

He
gives the toy a tap with his fingernail, sending vibrations down it
that seem to set my nerves on fire, as if they cannot determine if
the feeling is pleasure or pain. I feel Master move down my body and
feel him take hold of the dildo that has been moving in and out of my
arse this entire time. I think that he is going to remove it and fuck
me himself, but I am wrong.

Master
pulls the toy out so that it just barely stays inside my body and
then pushes it back in at a

tortuously
slow pace. I make a distressed sound deep in my throat that causes
him to chuckle, but he does not speed up. He angles the toy so that
it just barely brushes my prostate. It is enough to drive me insane.
He keeps up the slow steady rhythm while occasionally tapping the tip
of the rod.

Sometimes
his taps coincide with the sucks to the head of my cock, causing me
to cry out and strain to keep my body from arching off the bed and
trying to fuck myself on the toy. My head thrashes from side to side
as this tortuous pleasure continues. I had thought that I was
desperate to cum earlier, but it is nothing to what I feel now. I am
whimpering, the only thought in my mind is ‘please, please,
please!’.

I
hear Master chuckle again and feel him move to press his body
alongside mine.

“Please
what, pet? Tell me what it is you want.” He whispers and licks
the shell of my ear. My breath hitches when I realize that I had been
begging out loud.

“P-Please,
I-I need you in me. Please!” I manage to gasp out.

“Of
course, pet. All you needed to do was ask.” I can hear the
satisfaction in his voice and can picture the smirk that graces his
face. He loves it when I beg and will sometimes wait to fuck me until
I am practically sobbing for him to enter me.

He
shifts again, but instead of moving down my body he straddles my
chest so that the musky scent of his arousal is strong. I feel his
velvety length glide across my cheeks and lips, smearing pre-cum on
my face. It is all I can do to keep from opening my mouth and licking
the crown of my Masters cock when it comes to rest on my mouth.

“Kiss
it, pet, then open that luscious mouth of yours wide.”

I
immediately comply and soon his length is sliding between my lips. He
moves one of his hands so that it is supporting my head so that he
can get a better angle and I relax my throat so that his considerable
length is all the way inside the warm and moist cavern he likes to
use so much. He stills when my nose is buried in his neatly trimmed
pubic hairs.

“I’m
going to fuck that delicious mouth of yours until your throat is raw
and then I’m going to take that toy out of your arse just to
fill it back up with my prick. Then I’m going to fuck that
greedy little hole of yours until you can’t remember your own
name and are sobbing for release. Only after that will I let you cum
and when your tight channel constricts around me I’ll fill you
with my cum so that you will soon be heavy with my child. Does that
sound good to you pet?”

All
I could do to answer was run my tongue along the underside of his
shaft and swallow around his head that is deep in my throat, giving a
low groan. He groans in response and begins to move, slowly at first,
but soon he is fucking my mouth with abandon just as he said he
would. He is moving so fast that all i can do is let him have his way
with my face and give the occasional moan.

Master
seems to know when my throat has taken enough abuse and pulls out
just to move down my body and yell out hoarsely as he removes the
sounding rod. My body is quivering in anticipation as the bindings on
my legs are released so that Master is able to wrap my legs around
his waist. The dildo is then removed and swiftly replaced with
Masters cock.

My
mouth opens in a silent scream as he hits my prostate, hard, on the
first thrust. The pace is fast and hard, each thrust battering my
prostate. My Master is grunting and growling obscenities in my ear,
but they don’t register in my mind and simply drove me crazier
with desire. Soon I am indeed sobbing and begging for release.
Finally after all this time the blindfold is removed and I stare into
the silver-gray lust filled eyes of my Master and know that he will
let me cum soon as he loves to look into my eyes as my release
overtakes me.

It
is just a moment later that he taps a spot on the cock-ring, causing
it to disappear, however, I still do not cum, I wait on my Masters
express permission to do so. One of his hands tangles itself in my
hair, holding me in place so that I have no choice but to meet his
eyes when I cum. Not that I would have looked away, I enjoy staring
into his eyes as I release just as much as he likes looking into
mine.

“Cum
for me, pet. Cum now!” He commands.

My
body immediately obeys the command and goes taunt as a mind blowing
orgasm is pulled from me. It seems to last forever and I was only
vaguely aware of my Master stilling above me as his seed shoots deep
inside me. I feel something shift and change inside me as I give one
last hoarse cry and allow the darkness that is creeping in at the
edge of my vision to overtake me.

Sometime
later, whether it has been minutes or hours I’m not sure, I
awaken to the feeling of gentle hands stroking my hair and rubbing my
back. My arms have been released from their binds and I am lying on
my Lover’s chest. I try to shift to look into his eyes, but my
body protests the movement and I whimper slightly in pain. He
maneuvers us so that we are both sitting up with my back resting
against his chest. He presses a potions vial to my lips and I eagerly
swallow it. As soon as I do, the pain in my body fades but does not
disappear completely as he knows I would be upset if it did.

“You
were amazing last night, love. So wanton, tied to our bed and begging
for me.” He whispers in my ear.

I
blush at the memory of last night and at the thought of the sight I
must have made.

“Look
at that blush, even after all this time together you are still so
easy to embarrass.” He says, turning my head and placing a
gentle kiss to my lips. “I just might have to let you see
yourself in my pensive just to see your face when you come out of
it.” There is a note of teasing in his voice that makes me
blush even harder.

“Lucius!”
I exclaim slapping his chest lightly with my hand as I turn in his
arms more.

He
just laughs at my half halfhearted reprimand and pins my hand to his
chest with his much larger one.

“Did
it work last night? I mean... are we... am I... pregnant?” I
ask, looking into his eyes nervously.

He
smiles tenderly at me as he cards his fingers through my unruly hair.

“Yes,
love. The potion did exactly what it was supposed to. I ran the scan
just a bit ago and I can officially tell you that you are carrying
our child.”

I
flash him a brilliant smile and snuggled deeper into his arms.

“Love
you, Lucius.” I murmur sleepily into his chest.

“Love
you too, Harry. Love you too.” I hear him say before drifting
off to sleep and dreaming of the man that I love and the life growing
inside me.

~Fin~

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