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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156888 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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            Severus Snape had no idea why he was so horny. It must be this boy that had him enthralled. Severus looked down on the sleeping form of Harry Potter, who used to be the bane of his existence, now he was his lover. Severus had not had many people that could be called lover in his life, but he was more than happy to be in bed now with this gorgeous and sensual man right now.

            He ran his hands through the long strands that fanned out around the boy’s head. He liked Harry’s hair long. He didn’t look so much like James, but was his own sexy self. He admired the long lashes that semed to float above the boy’s cheeks and imagined them when they framed the verdant green irises when open. He ran a open hand down the naked exposed flesh, marvelling at the musculature that quidditch had chiselled into Harry.

            Severus lowered his mouth to the hollow between neck and shoulder licking the slightly salty flesh. Harry tasted like an orgasm. The taste that coats your tongue when shared bodily fluids mingled in your mouth. He taste of their mixed essence and Severus was addicted to the man.

            A soft moan escaped thinly parted lips from Harry. Severus bit into the tasty flesh and pressed into Harry as he arched in his sleep. Harry’s breathing sped up, but his mind was still in the land of Morpheus. Severus slowly licked a path down to the dark patch of curly hair that surrounded Harry’s thickening manhood. He inhaled the young man’s sex and shuddered at the intoxicating musk. It was like an aphrodisiac to his libido.

Voldemort had taken so much pleasure out of his life. His sexual needs had been far and inbetween, because of the drain from the dark mark, but now. Severus’ cock had not been flaccid once since Harry brought him to Gryfindor Manor before term. It made him feel like a hormonal teeneager again. His cock ached between his body and the bed.

He licked the inside of Harry’s thigh. His tongue tingled from the contact. Severus closed his eyes to the pleasure of just touching Harry’s flesh. He could feel the magic that pulsed even as the young man slept on during his minstrations. He bit and sucked the blood to the surface where his tongue ended its path, right where Harry’s balls met thigh.

Harry’s legs spread as Severus moved further between them to lick and suck the area. Harry moan and writhed but kept his eyes shut. Severus knew the boy must be awake by now. His shaft erect and dripping into his belly button. Severus saw the small pool of precum and had to taste it. He lifted his head moved up the boy’s body and lapped at the essence pool. He felt the abdominal muscle clench as his tongue swirled in the indention.

“Sev, is it time to wake up?”

“No.” He answerd, and moved back down to the balls that sat so pleasantly presented between the open legs. Severus bent Harry’s knees and let the knees fall apart for a better view and access. His cock throbbed more at the slight peek he got of Harry’s entrance further back.

Severus decided he wanted to ignore the perfect shaft that had entered him several time and made him cum like never before. Severus prided himself on being a dominant, a top that would not submit, but Harry made him want to bend over and take any treatment he deemed necessary.

He carefully licked the fine line that separated the two sides of Harry’s sack. He reveled in the tensing of Harry’s inner thighs.

“Sev, please? I will brew you a perfect batch of veritaserum, just finish it.”

“Finish what, Mr. Potter?”

“Put. My. Cock. In. Your. Mouth and suck until I cum.” Harry had finally opened his eyes to help himself focus of his statement. There was no mistaking this as a request.

“So unimaginative, Harry. I wasn’t thinking that at all.” Severus chuckled darkly and sucked a patch of flesh into his mouth. He rolled the rounded testicle and protective skin around over his tongue and made the Gryffindor groan at the pure pleasure of it. Severus repeated this on the other side and locked eyes with Harry as he bucked off the bed slightly, trying to keep control and not accidently hurt himself. Severus knew what he was doing.

“What are you thinking, Sev?” Harry was trying to focus and keep eye contact with the man who had his most precious pieces in his mouth.

Severus let the flesh pop out of his mouth and smirked at the groan/sigh that issued from the man beneath him. “I am taking my pleasure of you. I wasn’t thinking about your orgasm at all.” Severus rose up on his elbows and pushed Harry’s legs up and back to fully expose him to his view.

“You are magnificent. What have you done to me? This is not normal.” Severus let a bit of the serious concern he had filter in his voice, but continued to look his fill of Gryffindor’s golden boy.

“I’m hungry.”

“We can eat breakfast later.” Severus felt annoyed by the childish comment. How could the boy be thinking of food as he was rock hard and leaking.

“No, I’m Hungry.” Harry looked at his Professor and the man seemed to understand instantly.

“How do you feed?”

“The magic released through orgasm, but you feed me just by touch, Severus. You are special. I don’t know why.” Harry let his own concern filter in, now.

“Then there is no rush, be silent until I am done.” Severus leaned his face down to the dusky rose colored opening that seemed to twitch at his perusal. He ached to touch it and be encased by it, but he wanted to taste it above all else. And that is what he did.

Harry could not believe the feeling of euphoria that was pulsing through his body. Severus’ tongue seemed to cause his whole body to twitch like his hole. He could feel the flat of the man’s tonuge pass over and over the tight bundle of muscle. His opening softened as the older man licked across it. Harry could feel saliva coating him and waves of cool as Severus’ breath passed over the wetness.

Harry wanted to fall apart when that same tongue pierced his opening.

“Ahhh, Sev!! Fuck yes!” Harry screamed his pleasure to the dungeon ceiling.

Severus was enjoying every moan and scream coming from his lover. Every sound that issued forth from the young man’s mouth made Severus’ cock harder. Severus removed his tongue from inside of Harry’s tasty hole to mummer a wandless spell. Harry didn’t know what Severus said, but he felt nothing but that marvelous tongue jabbing in and out of him as he came closer and closer to climax.

“Need you now Sev…” Harry spoke desperately reaching for his engorged and neglected cock. Severus quickly swatted his hand away and removed his tongue. Harry felt slightly relieved, he wanted Severus inside quickly and it looked like he would finally get his wish.

“This cock is mine, Mr. Potter. I told you I was not interested in your pleasure but Mine.” Severus let Harry’s legs fall down to the bed and grinned evilly when Harry’s face showed utter incredulity. What was the man thinking keeping him away from orgasm a minute longer? Harry made to sit up, but Severus placed a hand on his chest and pushed. Harry fell to the bed again and Severus worked his way up Harry’s body.

Severus straddled Harry’s lap and rubbed their engorged flesh together eliciting an agonized groan from the teenager.

“Sev, please I have to come.” Harry begged the man above him. “Inside, please.” Harry’s pleas were a magnificent symphony to Severus’ ears. He rubbed against him more trying to play the tones of Harry’s moans.

Harry was so frustrated he decided to just take control of the situation. He attempted to move his legs out and around the man straddling him but was denied.

“Stop your useless movement now.”

“Inside Sev, please.”

“As you wish, Harry.” Sev grabbed the up ‘til now ignored cock and raised to a standing position. Harry was confused for the short moments it took for Severus to slide down his cock, sheathing him in his tight ass.

“Oh, fuck Severus. You feel so good. Ride me.” Harry thrust up into the tight warm hole and thought that would be the best way to die. Fuck Voldemort and Dumbledore and traitorous friends. This was the way to go.

Severus rode Harry’s cock harder than he could ever remember; hell he could say he had never rode cock this hard. He preferred giving it, but Harry’s cock would always be welcome in his ass. He let Harry plant his feet to get better power to the upward thrusts and he bore down on the downward. Their bodied met in what felt like a blinding flow of magic between them.

Severus opened his eyes to look down at the man he rode and gasped at the visible lines of magic swirling around both of them. There was a thick line of magic that connected them, weaving in and out of the individual swirls of magic surrounding them. Severus wanted to think about what this meant and what was going on, but his orgasm shut his eyes and mind off as it hit both of the men and blackness claimed them.

When the men finally came too, Severus was laying flat against Harry with his head nestled in the crook of his neck. He could feel Harry still in him slightly engorged still and he tightened around the welcome intrusion.

“Mmmm, Sev, if you keep doing that I might have to turn you over and pound some more into that sweet ass.”

“Why would I do it, if I didn’t want you to do just that, you foolish boy?” Severus squeezed again and felt Harry lengthen and widen, filling him and stretching the already stretched muscles.

Harry grabbed Severus’ thighs and turned them over without pulling himself out and thrust forward causing the potion master to cry out his name. Harry didn’t think about a pause and continuously thrust into Severus until they were both coming again in a blinding flash. This time Severus didn’t see any lines of magic, but he knew the way Harry fucked him had to be some kind of magic.

Harry rested his head on Severus’ chest as he caught his breath. Suddenly his head snapped up and he looked angry, far angrier that he should have been after just being fucked so royally.

“What is it?”

“Someone is touching and hurting my property.” Harry quickly eased out of Severus and spelled on some clothing. Severus quickly stood and proceeded to start dressing as well.

“No, stay Sev. I would prefer no witnesses to my retribution.”

Severus sat back on the bed and watched as Harry started to walk out of the room. At the last moment Harry turned back to Sev and crushed their lips together, then turned back to leave again. Severus fell back unto the bed exhausted and fully sated.

Harry quickly left the dungeons and headed up toward Gryffindor tower. After calling for the stairs to move for the shortest route he rounded the corner to see Ginny Weasly grabbing at her brother’s arm, while he screamed for her to let go.

“Ron, stop struggling! We have to get you out of here.”

“I don’t think that is such a good idea Ginny,” Hermione stood to the side looking haggard and half in tears.

“There is no telling what that evil person is doing to my brother. There is no way Harry will share his wealth with a lowly slave. I am getting him out of here.”

“Please Gin, let go it hurts.” Ron cried, trying to pull his arm free.

“It’s for your own good, Ron. Come on.”

“Gin, let go of him. If Harry finds out you’re doing this he will punish you Gin.” Hermione tried to reason with the female red head. “You need to let him go. He doesn’t even want to go.”

“Harry’s put a spell on him.” Ginny glared at Hermion and her struggling brother.

“No, I love Harry. I always have.” Ron looked at Hermione with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry ‘Mione, but I thought he wouldn’t want me, but he does. I’m his now.” Ron renewed his struggle with his sister.

“Let him go Ginny, before Harry finds out.”

“Shut it mudblood. The only reason we talked to you was because you’re good with a book. No pureblood really wants a muggles in the family. We would have had Ron dump you eventually, once we had Harry’s fortune.”

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY PROPERTY!” Harry shouted and Ginny’s hand instantly froze and fell away from Ron’s arm. Ron sagged to the ground and Hermione had to stop herself from automatically going to him to help.

“Ron!” She could only stand in tears as she watched him fall to the ground with tears streaming from his eyes.

Harry stormed over to Ginny and looked at the girl clutching her frozen hand. “You would dare to put your hands on my property. How could you possibly think you could get him away from me? You hurt what belongs to me, now you will pay.” He looked at the frozen hand and noticed it was Ginny’s wand hand. He focused all his attention on the hand. The ice surrounding it began to melt and while the grey flesh was starting to get color back it started to redden and blacken. Ginny fell to her knees and watched as her hand started to burn to char. She let out a scream, but Harry had erected a silence bubble around the group to keep their little interaction from other ears.

“You will never touch what is mine again. He is no longer a Weasley; he is a Potter.”

Harry conjured a dagger and sliced across his palm. He held out a hand to Ron and the boy instantly placed his hand in Harry’s. Harry did the same for Ron and he took blood from his palm and mixed it with Ron’s on the other boy’s palm.

“You are now my blood. No one has any other claim on you. You are mine.” A swirl of magic circled around Ron’s hand and wrist. The magic sunk into the skin around the wrist leaving a red and gold tattoo bracelet around it. On the top of the red heads wrist was the Potter crest.

Harry turned to see the Hermione sobbing on the floor. Something in him could not stand the sight of her tears. She had just learned that she was not ever accepted by blood traitors. Harry could only imagine what she felt like at that moment especially with the curse he put on her.

Harry slowly approached the sobbing witch and knelt down to touch her shoulder. She quickly flinched away and started to cry in earnest now.

“Why? Why can’t I be accepted? I work so hard. I loved him, Harry. I loved him and did everything to be with him. Why can’t I be equal?”

“Because it doesn’t work that way ‘Mione. You are a talented witch and so smart it is annoying sometimes, but you were born outside of a place that has to stay secret and has made itself bigoted and intolerant to anything that might threaten that.”

“But I’m sorry and I can’t fix my birth. What am I going to do? I love my magic. It’s everything I am now.” She broke down in sobs again and Harry reached out a hand and stroked her untamed mane and took pity on her. He waved his hand and lifted his curse.

Hermione immediately lifted her head and pounced on Harry. She hugged him tightly and mumbled thank you over and over in his chest.

“I forgive you ‘Mione, but you will never have my friendship again.” Harry disentangled himself from her and set her away from him. She looked as if she would start crying again, but nodded her head and stood. She walked past a sobbing Ginny and made it to the portrait of the Fat Lady and entered the common room.

“If you make it to the infirmary quickly, you will probably be able to retain use. You better get moving. Come along Ron.” Harry turned and headed back to the dungeons and Severus. Ron trailing behind him with his head held down.

Severus wasn’t expecting more than Harry when he heard the door of his quarters open and close. He got out the bed and headed straight for Harry, only throwing a dressing robe on, before leaving the bedroom. He stopped short as he saw a kneeling Ron Weasley and a scowling Harry.

“What were you thinking? I said no one touches you but Me!” Harry started pacing. “You are a head taller than her and twice her size. You couldn’t pull away?”

At Ron’s silence Harry shouted, “Answer me!”

“She’s my little sister. My mom taught me never to hurt her. I was afraid I would if I struggled.” Ron seemed to fold in on himself as he spoke, knowing that wasn’t a good enough excuse.

“She is not your sister anymore.” Harry grabbed Ron’s wrist and shoved it in the red head’s face, “You are mine now. Potter, not Weasley.”

“Mr. Potter, why would you bring your toy to my quarters?”

Ron’s head came up as he looked around at that familiar voice and saw his potions professor. He looked up at Harry with a question in his eyes.

“I cannot trust him by himself and he needs to be punished. I prefer to sleep here tonight so I must bring him as well. Do you want me to leave?” Harry looked to Severus and away from Ron. He was a little afraid Severus would not want him here with Ron in tow.

“No, but I prefer that students do not carry tales of my private affairs and quarters.” Severus indicated his rooms with a gesture of his hand. “What will be his punishment?”

“I am thinking of it now.”

“Do you need any suggestions?”

“No, but would you like to watch? We could take a bath after I have done what is needed to show my pet he is to obey my orders exactly, no wiggle room.”

Harry conjured a low waist high table and indicated to Ron to lie across. Once Ron was up, Harry put restraints on his arms and legs tying him to the table. Ron was perfectly secure and could not move, especially when harry placed a strap around his waist, mid thighs, and arms. Harry next conjured what looked like a thin black plug. Severus watched as Harry waved his wand over the object and it enlarged and contracted. Then, with another wave it was covered in a shiny liquid, what Severus assumed was lubricant.

“A moment Harry,” Severus walked over to a cabinet in the sitting room and opened it. It was full of potion vials of varying color. He pulled out a translucent blue colored vial and uncorked it. “This will heighten any pleasure or pain you intend for him internally.” Severus handed the vial to Harry.

Harry smiled and poured some of the silky concoction onto the plug. He walked over to Ron and spelled off the teens clothing, through the restraints. He spread his cheeks and ran a finger over the rosy pucker surrounded by the boy’s pale globes. Ron shuddered and whimpered and tried to move, but couldn’t.

“This will teach you to stay still. The straps will loosen when you are still, but will tighten if you squirm or move. You will be very uncomfortable if you cannot control yourself.” Harry placed the plug at Ron entrance and shoved it home. The red head cried out as the plug hit his prostate. The base stuck out of the puckered hole just enough to grip. Harry pulled it in and out in a slow agonizing pace. Ron tried squirming in the pleasure it caused and his need to thrust back, but the straps only tightened, until there was a distinctly unpleasant over extension of his body. His moans of pleasure turned to groans.

He could still feel the immense pleasure from what harry was doing, but it was diminished by the pull on his body. He stopped moving and the straps loosened just a bit. It brought instant relief and the full pleasure returned. He started to move again and the straps tightened worse than before.

“Please stop I can’t…” Ron cried. “It feels so good.” He wanted Harry to thrust it harder, but knew he would not be able to control his movements and he would just be in pain. Harry continued the slow thrusts for another minute then tapped his wand to the protruding end of the plug and it continued its pace by itself.

“You will be there until you learn control.” He looked over the red heads body as it was covered in a sheet of sweat and tense muscle. He leaned down to whisper in Ron’s ear, “You are so beautiful right now.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Ron managed to grit out, between his tense lips.

A sound from Severus made Harry turn his head. There he saw the Professor clutching his arm and he finally got a good look at the man now that his focus was back on his dark lover.

“Is he calling?” At the nod from Severus, Harry walked over and lifted the man’s chin. “You need to look in the mirror before you leave, but I have a present for you just in case he is angry about the recent news.”

Harry lifted the tattooed arm of his lover and kissed the dark mark and Severus’ knees almost buckled with the pleasure and euphoric feeling that sprang through his body. “You are safe for now against him causing pain through the mark and curses, until I can find a way to remove this gaudy thing.” Harry kissed the man softly and turned him towards the bathroom. “Now, the mirror, you might want to place a glamor on yourself.”

“What are you talking about? The most I can be is flushed from our activities.” Severus marched into the bathroom and almost fainted, yes fainted, as he beheld the image staring back at him. Gone was the hooked nose that had been broken as a child by his muggle father. It was straight and thin. The slightly sallow color from the long hours of potion brewing was gone. His skin looked flushed in a peaches and cream complexion. His face was still angular and strong but now he looked younger and healthier than he was. He was two years away from his fortieth birthday, but he now looked like he had just graduated Hogwarts a few years ago.

“Fuck.”

“I think that is it exactly.” Harry chimed in from the door way. He watched Severus run his hands over his new face and then open his robe. It wasn’t just his face but his body as well had a much healthier tone and musculature. Harry saw Severus shudder again.

“I think you better hurry. I can feel the anger. You won’t be hurt tonight, but just in case,” Harry handed Severus a small rock. “The activation password is foolhardy. If you are incapacitated it will automatically bring you back to me.” He put his arms around Severus and met his eyes through the mirror.

“I will come back to you, Harry. Accio robes.” Severus dressed quickly and was surprised when Harry transported him to outside the gates to apparate to the meeting place. They kissed one last time and Severus was gone.

Harry returned to the dungeons and to a post and pre orgasmic Ron. Ron lay on the table with a visible puddle of cum under him spreading to the sides of the table. His body was stretched taut and the strain was visible under the surface of his skin.

“You will learn or you will be torn in half, pet. You are too beautiful to be injured. You can do this, can’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Ron closed his eyes and started to breathe deeply and the straps started to loosen slowly as if in anticipation of having to snap back to position. When it seemed like Ron had learned his control Harry tapped the end of the plug again and increased the speed. And the agony and lesson began all over.
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