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Pretty parseltongue - new chapter added	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 88995 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Cruel narrow lips so capable of evil took Harry’s breath away and his heart almost stopped at the sensation, heat consuming every nerve ending. A hot tongue lapped across his lips and Harry was powerless to resist the desire that coursed through his body, leading a direct line to his cock that was diamond hard and now freely spilling pre-come along Voldemort’s trousers. Feeling the smile against his lips, hooded red eyes sparkled with fire and Harry bristled under the knowledge that the Dark Lord had assumed some silent victory over him. Nipping sharply at the thin lips and revelling in the pained hitch in Voldemort’s breath, Harry thrust his tongue deep into his mouth. Swallowing any argument and mapping the hot mouth pressed against his, the red eyes fluttering shut as Voldemort reluctantly surrendered to Harry’s ministrations. The effect immediate to Harry, moaning as the lust brimming beneath the surface seemed to burst forth. Power, hot and heart stopping crackling in the room, Harry’s skin alive with need as he deepened the kiss, two tongues duelling wetly.

“Need….oh fuck.” Harry muttered into the kiss, thrusting his hips and pressing his heavy erection into Voldemort’s groin an answering hardness there. The kiss froze, red wide eyes staring down and a look of some sort of fear filled the red orbs.

Scared ….scared to want this…. Scared of me?

A soft smirk turned the corners of Harry’s mouth, anger in the crimson depths as Voldemort tried to pull away. Harry anticipated this, wrapping his Quidditch toned thighs tighter around the struggling man’s waist and lapped eagerly at the spluttering lips. Voldemort turned his face away but Harry persisted, tightening his hold around him and kissed along his jawline, soft little licks interspersing the kisses. Feeling the tension fading, Voldemort pressing down heavily as he relaxed and Harry felt him turn towards him, hard lips crushing against his. The internal struggle still brewing between them and neither was ready to surrender completely to the other. Nimble fingers reached up to clasp Harry’s throat and his breath stuck in his chest as Voldemort minutely tightened his grip. Pulse rushing in his ears but Harry merely thrust his tongue slickly alongside the Dark Lords and he responded, his grip pushing harder. Harry allowed the feeling of light headedness to caress him, lapping at those almost smiling lips and rubbing deliciously up and down. His cock leaving a trail along the elegantly tailored trousers of the older man. Voldemort pulled back from the kiss and Harry was memorised by the sight of his spit shining on his enemies’ mouth. Bewildered eyes taking in the debauched sight of him writhing and gurgling as he struggled to breath.

“My, my Harry….so delicious,” he rubbed his thumb against Harry’s windpipe and felt his breath hitch more, “You could come just from this…couldn’t you?” Harry stared deeply into those vivid eyes and hoped that he conveyed the answer in his gasps, “Show me.” Voldemort whispered his voice breathy and filled with desire.

Harry felt the grasp increase slightly and he fell apart, hips thrusting up as he silently screamed. Hot splashes of come began raining down on his fevered skin. Voldemort moaned and released the grip, slamming his lips down onto Harry before he could take a breath, breathing in his screams of completion. Harry’s vision greyed as his body begged for air, his cock still spilling lushly and his hips rubbed along the material, smearing and decorating the Dark Lord with his release. The world falling away and Harry wondered in a sort of faraway voice why he wasn’t scared. Heart skipping and stuttering, cool air suddenly was filling his starved lungs and he thought for a moment that he felt fingers softly caressing his tender neck. The moment fleeting and he took huge lungful of sweet clean air, slowly coming back to himself. Every muscle trembling from his orgasm, Harry opened his eyes and looked straight into a heated gaze. Voldemort looked down taking in the sight of Harry’s heaving chest, his come painting his skin and Harry felt the heat in the room increase. As if possessed, the scarlet eyed man reached to touch Harry’s flesh, a soft moan slipping from Harry’s lips as a fingertip travelled through his come and smeared it into his skin.

Oh god!

Finding it hard to take a breath, Harry desperately willed his body not to shake under the slightly nervous touch of the man. Red eyes became slits as his touch became firmer and more assured, harry bit his bottom lip to hold in the whimper that threatened to escape. A fierce need building beneath Harry’s chest and his heart started to thunder, his cock firming even though he thought it was spent. Harry nearly swallowed his own tongue as Voldemort leant forward to lick a path through his cooling come, a sly satisfied smile on his lips as he pulled away. Lavishly licking his lips and humming his appreciation at the taste of the young teen. A hitched expletive falling from Harry’s mouth and the older man’s shoulders shook with a soft laugh, leaning forward again and licking up the remaining essence. Harry felt like he might explode with need, shocked at the heavenly feeling of Voldemort’s tongue tasting his skin. He was tingling from top to toe and his now rigid cock straining to reach Voldemort’s questing tongue. The need to beg on his lips but Harry took a calming breath, determined to take control back of the situation.

“Suck my cock!” the order was full of hissed syllables and Voldemort became still, a soft exhale of air across Harry’s skin informing him of the man’s excitement. “Come on,” Harry lifted his hips in a vulgar gesture, his cock slapping loudly against his stomach, “Suck it!”

Silence, Voldemort’s face was turned away from Harry and he worried for a second if he had pushed him too far. Shuddering as he felt a tentative lick across the dripping head of his shaft, Voldemort pulling back for a moment before diving back in and swallowing around the head. Unable to think, Harry wallowed in the sensation of a hot mouth sucking his cock deeper and deeper on every downward movement. Harry was so lost in pleasure that he missed the narrow fingers reaching beneath his balls and gently nudging his virgin pucker. Harry moaned as the soft fingertip swiped past the guardian ring of muscle the second time. His rock hard cock steadily dripping pre-come onto Voldemort’s exploring tongue and Harry couldn’t decide whether thrusting deeper into that warm mouth or pushing down on the teasing finger was more tantalising. Voldemort appeared to make the decision easier for him, pushing his head further down, his tongue always active and Harry’s cock hit the back of his throat as Voldemort pushed his exploring finger past the ring of muscle. A burning pain rocketed through Harry’s body making him arch his back, his cock sliding deeper and the subsequent gagging made Harry shout out his enjoyment.

“Fuck…yes…take it all!” part of his brain cringing with embarrassment at the filth leaping from his lips but too caught up in the need, the burning sensation still present and Harry tried to relax around the intrusion. Harry heard slurping and wet sounds emerging from Voldemort’s mouth as he sucked harder, appearing to revel in the rougher treatment. Harry gripped the cuffs, resisting the urge to pull his hands free and force his cock further into the man’s throat. With that eerie sixth sense, Voldemort pushed his own head down further and gagged, Harry almost came as his cock slipped down the gasping man’s throat. Thrusting up and fucking the Dark Lords mouth with sure and steady strokes, Harry was overwhelmed by the power he felt flowing through his veins. The slim finger curling inside Harry and making him see stars, thinking for a second that he had come. Harry looked down to see a smile on the stretched lips on his soon to be lover, bucking up and hitting the back of his smirking throat meeting that smile with one of his own.

“You want to be inside me?” Harry hissed, his words causing an involuntary shudder to course through Voldemort’s body. The questing finger was joined by another and Harry hissed with pain this time, the Dark Lord pulled off his cock with a soft pop and murmured a few words. A strange rolling feeling ran through Harry’s lower regions, his passage becoming lubricated and more relaxed. The two nimble fingers thrusting in and out with increasing speed, Harry thrusting up and Voldemort lapped energetically at his drooling slit.

“Shall I take you?” the hissing voice almost crooning with seduction and his lips were brushing lightly against Harry’s straining cock, “Fill you so deeply…make you scream for me?”

“Yes…I want,” Harry hesitated for a brief second, his mind a myriad of thoughts and feeling. An internal war being fought between his body and his emotions.

Do I want this? Do I want him?

Mind and body at war, Harry closed his eyes and allowed the sensations bombarding his body to calm, acceptance overriding all other emotions and the tension left his body. His eyes fluttered open and took in the deep look of lust sparking in those red eyes.

“I want you.” Harry whispered and the spark of desire burst into a supernova of need, Voldemort surged up kissing Harry with a bruising intensity. Those pleasure giving fingers fucking Harry with hard and fast strokes, two became three and Harry keened under the onslaught of excitement. The rough kiss stealing Harry’s breath and Voldemort’s tongue mapped the coral of Harry’s whimpering mouth.

Naked…I want him naked.

Skin tingling as magic washed over him and Voldemort moaned loudly as his clothes disappeared, Harry was stunned at his own display of wandless magic. His mind distracted from the implications of his newly discovered power as a long hot cock rubbed against his hip. Looking down to take in the image, pink and long with a deep dusky head, Voldemort’s cock looked mouth-watering to Harry. With a move that surprised even himself, Harry pulled his wrists free of the cuffs and flipped them over. Moving swiftly down Voldemort’s shocked body, stopping quickly to place a kiss here and there as he moved towards his prize. The Dark Lord’s cock standing proudly and before Voldemort even had a chance to take a breath Harry gathered the courage and wrapped his lips around it. Salt and a hint of bitterness coating Harry’s tongue as he lapped at the swollen head, soft little exhales of breath echoing in the chamber. Harry could feel the tremors spreading through Voldemort’s body as he resisted the urge to moan loudly, a silent challenge issued to Harry. A challenge that Harry eagerly accepted, need to hear the man beneath him come undone with lust and desire. Pulling back till the tip was resting gently against his lips, a soft kiss bestowed before plunging back down the head hitting the back of his throat and testing his gag reflex. Feeling disappointed when no noise emerged from those thin lips, a deeper exhale but no moan. Twisting and turning his tongue along the shaft, determined to draw a heartfelt moan from the shaking man. Harry smiled to himself as Voldemort’s breath hitched in his chest. Harry pulled back, a slick pop loud in the room and he pressed his tongue to the leaking slit before speaking in those seductive hissing tones.

“You taste simply delicious…I want you to scream for me.” Voldemort’s eyes closed and Harry couldn’t help the feeling of triumph as the normally controlled man let a cry escape. Rewarding the man for vocalising his enjoyment by sucking the head and dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit. A harsh moan spilled from Voldemort’s lips accompanied by a burst of fluid and Harry drank it down, the pre-come running freely down his throat. Reluctantly pulling away, ignoring the moan of disappointment and he moved slowly up the whimpering man. Harry licked the hardened nipples before reaching the parted lips and kissing his breath away. Distracting Voldemort as he reached down to slick the rampant cock with the rivulets of pre-come and lining up his twitching entrance.

Oh god…I’m about to give myself to him…my first time.

The red hooded eyes snapped open at Harry’s thought and he murmured against Harry’s lips. Voldemort was clearly stunned at the revelation of Harry’s virginity. Harry nudged back and gasped as the head of Voldemort’s cock pushed through the ring of muscle. Harry bit the Dark Lord’s lip as he hissed at the pain, taking a breath and sliding further down the turgid prick.

Its hurts… oh oh he’s inside me.

The burning pain fading at the realisation that Voldemort was now lodged inside him, breaking the kiss and looking deep in those red orbs. Fingers grasped his hair and pulled him back into the kiss, Harry moaned as he pushed up, his cock breaching deeper. The stretched feeling overwhelming and Harry felt like he was being split in two. Neither man moved, both of them frightened to break the moment. Duelling tongue lapped lazily against each other and Harry slowly relaxed, Voldemort’s cock twitched inside him. Harry almost screamed as it pressed against something that made him see stars, bright lights bursting behind Harry’s eyes.

“Please…fuck me…fuck me.” Harry whimpered and arched his back.

Voldemort pulled out and thrust back in, burying his cock to the hilt in one fluid movement. The tranquil moment shattered as he repeated the move and Harry was lost, consumed by the pleasure pain rushing through his body. Hot streaks of mind melting carnality exploded in every fibre of his being, fighting to catch his breath. Voldemort bit hard at his bottom lip, the sweet metallic taste of blood filling Harry’s mouth, the taste chased by the agile tongue. Deep thrash thrust plundering his clenching passage and Harry loved every second of his defilement. Pure unadulterated need driving him to push down, his entrance spasming at the rough treatment. The pain rather than decreasing his need, merely multiplied it and Harry fucked himself on the long shaft. His own cock slapping obscenely against his toned stomach with every downward thrust. He reached down to stroke himself only to have his hand slapped away sharply. Deep crimson eyes glaring at him as narrow fingers caressed his heated length, a sly smile gracing his features and Harry keened as he felt a cool metal encasement cut off the blood flow to his cock. The cock ring shining in the torchlight and he looked down to smiling eyes.

“You’ll come when I allow you.” The words were punctuated by a hard lunge upwards, Harry’s back bowed under the onslaught and he gasped. Harry closed his eyes and rode that pleasure giving shaft faster .

“Yes..yes.” Voldemort’s words were strained and breathy.

The only sound in the room was the slap of skin against skin and soft moans of pleasure. Harry felt his desire building inside him, the need to come growing and growing even with the cock ring, He involuntarily tightened around Voldemort’s cock and the man grabbed his hips, his thrust speeding up.

Yes… yes…use me to come….come in me.

Voldemort tensed and Harry looked deep into his eyes, the need shining brightly in the red gaze. Knowing that he could hear his thoughts, harry clenched around him again.

Give it to me…fill me up…oh fuck…please!

Heat, incredible heat filled Harry from the inside and Voldemort shouted out as he came within Harry’s shaking body. The feeling of the hot come coating his tender insides made Harry’s balls ache and tingle.

“Please…please.” He begged and for a moment he thought that Voldemort would not allow his release. Almost sobbing with relief as the cool metal and the pressure disappeared. A sharp thrust upwards from the older man’s still hard cock and Harry’s world went supernova. His body shaking and his back arched back, his orgasm intense and bordering on painful. Mind shutting down and pleasure consuming him, his cock spilling copious amounts over the Dark Lord’s heaving chest. His vision swam and Harry felt the world going black, white spots in front of his eyes as he slumped forward. Soft laughter and strangely gentle touches the last thing he heard and felt before he lost consciousness.

Cool air washing over him as the world came back into focus, confused at the vision of the starry night sky above him. Dewy grass beneath his body and Harry ran his fingers through it, confirming it was real. Sitting up gingerly and looking down at himself, surprised to find himself fully dressed. The shadow of Hogwarts behind him and the edge of the forbidden forest in front of him.

Did I dream it all?

A sharp pain running up his spine as he slowly stood up and he tensed up, his passage tender and sore. Heart frozen and breath stuck in his chest as he struggled to think straight. A rustling noise echoing loudly as he reached around to rub his aching back, a piece of paper sticking out his pocket. Elegant writing across the page and Harry found his heart racing at the words.

Harry,

I must admit that I am wonderfully surprised at the recent twist of fate that has befallen me. My lovely Harry…how delicious you are.

I trust that our meeting will remain a secret…a very special secret between new friends?

I hope that you like my gift.

Harry felt a strange shifting against his chest, reaching with shaking fingers to reveal a snake pendent with shining red eyes hanging around his neck.

Should you find yourself possessed with the desire to converse with a fellow snake again then simply stroke the snake three times and say ‘come to me’ in its mother tongue. You know how to speak to snakes, don’t you?

Until next time,

Your slippery serpent.

Harry found himself smiling, a soft secret smile. As he walked slowly back to the castle he had a spring in his step and a feeling that things were going to be very different from now on.
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