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Weapon (Possession Chapter LXXXII)

Chapter XXXI � Ask For It

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The Dark Lord woke to an unfamiliar and unexpected but welcomed, oh
so welcomed once he recognised it, warmth surrounding him. He shifted
comfortably aware of the tickle of feathers against his still mottled skin. The
serpent had not yet retreated.
"Comfy?" The question was whispered in his ear, the breath warm
upon his neck.
"Yes," he responded without opening his eyes.
"Did you enjoy it?" came the further
question in a tone that left no doubt as to what 'it' was.
"Yes."
"That's good."
There was something in the tone that caused a sliver of doubt to coil
through him and Voldemort opened red eyes to look up at Harry.
His mate was sitting beside him, still in his tenshi
form, wings arching high above his head before wrapping around his lithe body.
They were too big for him sitting, and the ends were splayed against the ground
providing both mattress and covering which was why the Dark Lord was so warm.
Each feather was of the purest white and softer than down. Harry was still
radiating that pure innocence which had driven Voldemort's
desire earlier. The Serpent Lord didn't hesitate and didn't think as he reached
out to claim Harry once more.
The doubt grew at the chuckle that reached his ears when he discovered that
he couldn't move. Well, he could move, he just couldn't reach towards Harry.
Voldemort hissed, red eyes blazing.
"No," Harry murmured, his own eyes laughing. "I couldn't
move," he added as he brought one hand to his mouth and licked at the
creamy fluid there.
The Dark Lord groaned at the sight, his desire rising as Harry's tongue
twisted around his fingers seeking all the salty liquid with vigour.
"I couldn't move," he repeated. "I wanted to but I couldn't,
so it's my turn now." With that Harry moved over Voldemort and briefly
brought his lips to the older man's kissing him gently so that the Dark Lord
could taste himself. It was only a brief tasting. Despite Voldemort's
efforts to deepen the kiss, Harry drew back, smiling sultrily as he straddled
the Dark Lord's knees, raising his wings still higher and wrapping them around
the prone serpentine body to form a curtain so that the Serpent Lord could only
look at him. The leading edges he tucked under Voldemort's
head, raising it slightly to give the Dark Lord an unimpeded view.
If it hadn't have been so undignified the Dark Lord would have been cursing.
There was a dangerous lilt in Harry's voice and he shifted to test the extent
of the restraints. He could make small movements so the restraint was not
painful but nothing large. He could not move either arms or legs much. Ruby
eyes flashed. Neither man nor serpent liked being restrained, not even for
their mate but the hiss of annoyance died in his throat as he was fixed with a
glare from emerald eyes and quite suddenly he knew exactly what Ollivander had meant.
This was not his mate.
Or rather this was but this was his mate so focused, so driven that even
Voldemort felt a stirring of fear. And not the playful fear that should
accompany the gaze to pleasure him until he screamed for release but true
fear... something he hadn't felt for years and the wand maker's almost trivial
warning ghosted back to him with new clarity and urgency. It will recognise
you so it may not attack but if it senses even a hint of danger it will strike
and danger may include non submission. It's different for each individual...
No! Voldemort reminded himself. This was his mate. This was his mate so
consumed by power, so focused on his goal that all else was superfluous. This
was the man he wanted Harry to become in battle, who would give him the
victory.
Consciously Voldemort forced himself to calm as Harry's eyes began to burn
at his continued small struggles. It appeared the wand maker had been correct.
Non submission was considered a threat. With that in mind the Dark Lord smiled
up at his mate knowing that he had to see this through to the end. Harry had
submitted to him and if they were to be equal then there was going to be times
when he had to submit to Harry's desire.
As the threatening glow faded from Harry's eyes Voldemort raised one eye
brow, indicating both his acceptance and his question of what was to happen
now. Harry chuckled and shook his head, wicked amusement now lighting his eyes
above the returned sultry smile. "It's not that easy," he whispered.
"You are still getting punished."
Dignity be damned.
The Dark Lord gulped.
Bad move. The ambivalent taste of aniseed and vanilla mixed with his own
seed came back to him and he moaned unconsciously as the taste set off a whole
new wave of desire. Not that Harry was helping.
He had pulled out a long feather and much to Voldemort's
consternation but rising pleasure his precious was adding whole new meaning to
the word feather light touches.
The feather was traced around his nipples, sensitising the skin before Harry
pinched and teased with his now clawed fingers. It was a torture that was
exquisite and Voldemort breathed shallowly as he tried to control his reaction.
That seemed to amuse Harry and Voldemort hissed as the feather was traced lower
over mottled skin.
"You're beautiful."
Voldemort couldn't help but frown at the words, looking up at Harry.
Beautiful was not a word associated with him. His body was serpentine,
reconstructed, his features a mockery of what they once were. It was functional
but not attractive. He was a Dark Lord. He would betray, use or kill just about
anyone who came into his knowledge; practical but not beautiful. He was
powerful but it was the power of the serpent, red and poisonous. Not many
appreciated that beauty.
"You're beautiful," Harry repeated, sensing the doubt. He brushed
his feather against Voldemort's member, enticing a
groan. "Your reactions are honest," he added. "That is
beautiful."
Voldemort hissed. It was difficult to lie when such a light touch had him
seeing stars of pleasure. But that could not be the extent of beauty. He hissed
again, the thought driven from his mind as Harry tickled around the base of his
straining cock. The reaction brought a throaty laugh.
"What is not beautiful about that?"
The Dark Lord could not respond. He was too busy gasping for air. Emerald
eyes locked with his briefly and Voldemort realised that Harry was no longer
looking at the physical world. The power in his eyes said that he was looking
beyond to the streams of magic the Serpent Lord knew defined him. It would be a
mixture of serpent and man both forms defined and merging into the other at the
moment because Xatarass was awake and his skin was
mottled. He was, at the moment, the full human embodiment of the Serpent Lord.
Voldemort blinked his vision blurring as he shifted his own gaze. He
couldn't hold it for long. Harry was too intense for him and he blinked
rapidly, clearing the sun spots that danced in his vision. It was intense but
it had been breath takingly beautiful and almost powerful beyond his ability to
comprehend and to the serpent, power was beauty. The thought that such a
beautiful being was currently pleasuring him was enough to make his breath
catch and his pole hardened further, straining upwards.
Harry smiled, lowering himself as he raised his hands to caress the Dark
Lord's torso. "Beautiful," he murmured before he engulfed the dead of
Voldemort's cock, sucking hard.
The Dark Lord groaned, trying to arch into the
moist warmth surrounding him but the invisible restraints held him firm. When
Harry extended his tongue, Voldemort let out a hiss of frustration that was
almost lost in pleasure at the change in texture as the organ swirled over him.
Harry's hands were tracing patterns all over his skin, the pressure sometimes
gentle, sometimes rough. The changes were electric.
With a soft sigh, Harry drew back and licked the shaft before him, only
using his tongue to trace out the bulging veins. It was a tease. The Dark Lord
knew it was a tease but it felt so good. With a final rough lick, Harry grinned
at his lover before he blew a gentle breath over the cock now slick with his
saliva.
The Serpent Lord's hiss turned into a low moan as he was assaulted by
alternating waves of hot and cold. It burned. It was good but the cold burned
and he cried out. The burning cold vanished suddenly, becoming moist warmth as
Harry swallowed his cock again.
The pressure was incredible and even though he couldn't move, Voldemort was
certain that Harry was pulling his hips upwards. Harry began bobbing up and
down, his lips pressed firmly on the flesh in his mouth. It was sweet. You
never expected it to be sweet but his lover was sweet and Harry grinned around
the cock, his tongue laving the member hard with every movement. The best
poisons always tasted sweet but this was a succulence he was allowed to enjoy.
It was a poison for which he knew the antidote.
No one else could taste this, could know this... Harry closed his jaws
slightly, letting his teeth rake softly over the shaft. Voldemort who had been
breathing in time with his bobs groaned, his breath leaving him in a rush. Was
Harry trying to kill him with pleasure?
Harry pulled back looking at the Dark Lord carefully. With the serpent half
awake and active, the older wizard's senses were heightened which was making
his reactions seem excessive, as if Voldemort had never felt this before. But
it was fun! Harry smiled, placing a kiss on the tip of the straining cock
before he moved lower, shifting his hands to white hips as he licked at Voldemort's balls. After a few tentative licks, he opened
his mouth, taking one then the other into that moist cavern, playing with each
one with his tongue.
Eventually Harry returned to the abandoned shaft, sucking hard as he sank
his mouth on to it, opening his throat to fit the entire length into him. He swallowed
hard, allowing his muscles to massage the member strongly before he bobbed and
repeated the action, knowing that Voldemort would love the feel of being buried
within him.
"Harry!"
It was difficult to shake his head when he was swallowing the Serpent Lord's
cock and the small motion he managed shook his hair free and the Dark Lord gave
up all communication, reduced to half articulated sounds as the flickering
wisps of hair stimulated him further. Harry bobbed faster, up and down, moving
one hand to massage his beloved's balls as his other returned to the still
engorged nipples to tweak and tease them.
It didn't take long, between the actions of his tongue, the flick of his
hair and the sucking before Harry felt Voldemort's
cock twitch, gathering itself for release. With a sudden upward motion, Harry
pulled himself off the Dark Lord, allowing his eyes to meet frenzied red orbs.
"Harry!" Voldemort gasped at the sudden chill. He was so close, so
very close to release. He could see the precipice his mate had not driven him
over it. It was extremely frustrating because he knew that it would only take
the slightest pressure to grant that release.
"No," Harry's voice was both teasing and firm. "This is
punishment, beloved. I wanted to cum but you did not let me. I'm not going to
make it that easy." His smile was one of pure evil and Harry licked his
lips before once more blowing gently on the erect shaft. He blew directly
downwards so that no area was shielded, knowing that the whole length was slick
and would feel chilled.
Harry wasn't disappointed as his lover stiffened against his magical
restraints both stimulated and frustrated. By the gasping afterwards, Harry
knew that stimulation had won out. Ruby eyes were clouded in pleasure and he lay
limply, trying to regain his breath as waves of pleasure washed through him.
The Serpent Lord still hadn't come and as he regained his senses he looked
back towards Harry, eyes narrowing as he considered his options. There weren't
many.
Harry could and most probably would do has he please for a while but that
didn't help him. With his beloved radiating power he wanted to claim it again
but he couldn't... Voldemort hissed to himself... Even his thoughts were
scattered.
Harry laughed again, seeming to sense the underlying question. "Oh,
don't worry," he said huskily, moving upwards to hover over the Dark Lord.
"I won't punish you forever." He leaned forward to kiss the
serpentine man, allowing the older wizard to deepen it as he wished.
Their tongues battled easily and eventually Harry drew back, smiling again
as he murmured, "Breathing is such a pain."
A smile tugged at the Dark Lord's lips and Voldemort found that it wasn't
tinged by his driving need. Without further stimulus he had retreated from the
edge of pleasure. His cock still wanted attention but it would take more than a
gentle push to make him come.
Harry looked down suddenly, half closing his eyes and once more Voldemort
was transfixed by the unconscious and absolute beauty possessed by his mate.
Harry's long eye lashes looked beautifully soft and they highlighted the
suppleness of his cream skin. His movements were perfect, graceful and smooth.
They were the movements of one who had no doubt, who walked upon their path
remembering the past but not longing after it.
Harry's suddenly predatorial grin brought
Voldemort back to the present and his mate murmured, "I don't think you've
been punished enough."
The calculating look Harry gave him was one of the most erotic things the
Serpent Lord had ever seen, even if it did chill him while taking nothing from
the arousal he felt.
Harry moved his wings, pulling them back gently so that Voldemort's
head was once again resting on the ground. He fluffed them over his head in a
position that felt natural. They were about half folded with each feather
tucked under the one next to it but the position was comfortable for his
muscles and tendons and Harry realised this was probably how they were meant to
sit when not in flight. He shook his head, bemused, pulling his attention back
to the task at hand. He bit his lip lightly at the look on Voldemort's
face, almost regretting the actions he was taking at the pleasured trepidation
he could see.
But then he remembered how much he had wanted to move, how much he had
wanted to help in pleasuring his mate, how much he wanted to come and how close
he had been when the Dark Lord had lain with him just after his transformation
and he knew this was the right thing to do. And even though it was frustrating
for the Serpent Lord, it was a pleasurable frustration that would end in a
release that would bind them. He was not so cruel that he would not give his
lover that.
This was punishment but it was by one who loved and who was loved.
Frustration was an emotion only of the moment. It passed. With the pleasure of
just being with the other, it passed.
Harry moved his hands down, using one to massage back to stiff attention the
Dark Lord's slightly softened member. The other he reached around himself,
testing to see that he was still stretched from last time. Unlike last time
lubrication wouldn't be a problem between the Dark Lord's cum still inside him
and his saliva coating the pole that would impale him but it had hurt somewhat
and he hadn't been able to protest when, when in his haste Voldemort hadn't
cared to prepare him. His body had adjusted then and was still stretched now.
Voldemort was quickly ready again, not that that was surprising. With the
aborted release the Serpent Lord was more than ready to go again.
Harry moved lower, kissing Voldemort as he shifted his hips. It was a little
awkward without watching but he managed, gently feeling what he was doing as he
positioned the Dark Lord at his entrance before he lowered himself to engulf
the cock completely.
He was pleased to see blood red eyes open wide at the warmth but that didn't
stop anything and Harry bit lightly on Voldemort's
lower lip as he drew back, clamping his muscles around the member inside him.
Voldemort gasped and Harry sat up, the movement allowing him to take the
shaft deeper into his body and there was a soft squelch as it settled within
him. Harry moved his knees, straddling the serpentine body and putting his
knees against the Dark Lord's ribs. Experimentally he clamped his muscles again
as he pushed himself upwards.
The pressure was incredible and Harry's moan mixed with Voldemort's
at the motion. He lowered himself again, squirming slightly to settle the shaft
properly within him. It felt good.
It always felt good with Voldemort - warm, smooth and comfortable. It filled
him completely, warm and hard, making him feel cold and empty when the member
wasn't there. Harry moved again, falling into a good rhythm, enjoying the
appreciative moans the Dark Lord was making at his stimulation.
Voldemort looked up at Harry. His pet's face was filled with pleasure and he
moaned as the thought that he was the one pleasuring his precious filled him.
He felt himself harden more. Harry's hands were good but there was something
indescribable when he was buried in Harry's warmth. He ached
the thrust into Harry's body but was still restrained.
The magical binds that his mate had placed earlier hadn't loosened at all
and while it was obvious Harry was also feeling pleasure from this the Serpent
Lord wanted to help his beloved. He wanted to pleasure Harry. He had never felt
uncomfortable taking pleasure before - many had given him pleasure, just as
Harry was without him moving to see to their pleasure but now he wanted to
share. It felt wrong, not being able to stroke and caress his little one, not
being able to return the pleasure Harry was giving him was distracting from his
arousal.
Harry saw the slight frown marring the Serpent Lord's features and reached
out. There should be nothing distracting his lover at the moment, nothing but
the motion up and down, in and out, that thrusting that was everything when
mating and the massaging of his muscles. That should be the only thing on the
Dark Lord's mind at the moment; nothing but the purity of passion. He almost
released the restraints when he felt the reason for Voldemort's
distraction. It appeared they shared the same purity of purpose, the same
desire to pleasure the other.
Harry stretched his mind out, soothing away the discomfort to allow his mate
to enjoy the pleasure he was giving. Besides the Dark Lord couldn't enjoy his
punishment if he was distracted and Harry couldn't complete it. There had to be
no distraction, no desire beyond the need for release, and no thought beyond
the pleasure Harry had to give him which would lead to its own frustration, its
own pleasure. Emerald eyes narrowed as he looked into red orbs, squeezing the
cock within him as he drove downwards.
::Mine,:: Harry whispered into the Dark Lord's
mind. ::To pleasure, to tease, to take. What I give
you is my choice beloved. Take the pleasure that is offered for what it is, for
this time it is my pleasure to give and your's to take.:: With those words he
pulled back slightly, closing his mind again has he moved, sliding up and down
the tool within him.
It felt good to him as well. The motion in and out filled him and even as he
worked his muscles, grasping then releasing the pulsing member within him he
was massaged as well, the sensation arousing him. He loved it. Harry grinned,
picking up his earlier discarded feather and used it to tease the Dark Lord's
nipples as he ground his hips through small circles, brushing his wings over Voldemort's splayed legs. He brushed gently against them,
caressing, teasing.
Voldemort looked up as Harry continued to pleasure him, driving himself on
to his engorged cock fully before rising up and falling back again, each time
accompanied by the soft slurp as his cum and Harry's saliva mixed, allowing his
precious to move more easily, lubricating his motion within the tight fiery
passage comfortably. He had felt Harry within his mind reassuring him that this
was what his wanted, that it was okay that he couldn't return the pleasure the tenshi was giving him.
The Dark Lord gave himself over to the stimulation his mate was giving him
secure now with the knowledge that while he could be helping to pleasure Harry,
this time the only thing Harry wanted was his presence, to know that he was
with him on this night.
Voldemort gasped as with Harry's continuous motion he felt himself tighten
and his arousal took on a more urgent edge as he rose. Harry felt his impending
release and drive himself down hard before he stilled, clamping and releasing
his muscles rhythmatically, continuing to stimulate
the Serpent Lord. Voldemort closed his eyed and despite the restraints did his
best to drive himself into Harry's slick warmth even though he couldn't move an
inch.
It felt so good, the ripple of muscles along his length. Harry was tight and
hot and it felt so good. He was so close that he panted with desire. His balls
twitched and Harry's arched his back, driving downwards before he froze.
"Earh!" The
Dark Lord screamed.
Harry had stopped just before his release and now was remaining as still as a
statue; a beautiful, so indescribably perfect statue that was still wrapped
around his member but was not allowing him the sweetness of release.
He could feel it, he could taste it, he could see,
smell and hear it. he wanted it so badly. He needed
it. His body was painfully aroused, tense and tight light a string.
But Harry was not letting him snap. Hissing, he opened red eyes to look into
green orbs that were clouded with their own lust but still composed enough to
maintain control.
"Punishment," Harry murmured, still not moving.
"Harry," Voldemort said.
"Yes?"
The Dark Lord gritted his teeth... He couldn't say it. He couldn't beg even
though he wanted it, even though he needed it, even though this was his mate
and it would not be weakness.
He wouldn't beg.
He hissed again as the sweet tension that was everything loosened and his
body retreated, unfulfilled from the precipice. His frustration colours his
magic but Harry wasn't affected, moving slightly but not enough to drive
Voldemort over the edge. Small hands reached down and stroked his own erection.
Harry's breath become short as he pumped his flesh, quickly bringing himself
to release while he slowly massaged Voldemort's
member, keeping it hard within him but not so hard that the Dark Lord could come.
Voldemort groaned as Harry came, his breath short. The first spurt
splattered on to mottled skin but the rest was collected by Harry who smeared
his own essence over his still hard member.
"Harry," Voldemort panted as his senses were all but overwhelmed
by the taste, smell and sight of his mate's arousal. If Harry wasn't going to
let him come, he could at least give him the quasi relief of enjoying his own.
The serpent needed to taste his mate.
Harry looked confused for a moment before he nodded, smiling gently as he
raised himself, his muscles giving the Serpent Lord's erect cock one last
squeeze as it existed his body with a soft slurp. He felt hollow without the
hardness filling him but distracted himself from that by collecting his semen
which had spurted on to the Dark Lord's scaled chest. He raised sticky fingers
to Voldemort's mouth so that the serpentine tongue
could lick them clean.
Eagerly Voldemort opened his mouth and extended his tongue to lick at his
pet's essence. It tasted so good and as he devoted himself to sucking off every
last trace of flavour, the evidence of Harry's completion, in an effort to stem
his own need he missed the intrusion of the first tentative probing finger
until it stroked gently inside him and he arched involuntarily, seeing stars as
he muffled his scream.
It felt so good and he became painfully aware of his abused erection. Twice
now he had been denied release and he needed it. Already with the mild
stimulation provided by a single digit he was on the plateau before release but
his boy was wary and even when Harry stroked his sweet spot, plunging two
fingers into him the Dark Lord did nothing but enjoy the intense pleasure. He
made no move towards release. It was like he was stretched taunt
and to go any further would be to snap. He sucked hard on the fingers in his
mouth, wrapping his tongue around them as Harry moved them in and out in time
with his other hand.
Harry had fixed his mouth over one nipple and was currently alternating
between small nibbles and soothing licks. It felt good. It all felt so good
when Harry switches sides as he plunged three fingers into the Dark Lord,
stroking hard as Voldemort arched with his touch, gasping.
Harry laughed as he moved, muffling Voldemort's
cries with his mouth, allowing the Dark Lord to battle his tongue. He tasted
good. Dry but sweet and Harry allowed himself to savour his mate as their
tongues twisted together. He moved his hands to Voldemort's
hips, stroking the skin tenderly before he gripped slender serpentine hips and
lifted moving himself into position.
He pushed upwards gently, easing the head of his cock passed the loosened
ring of muscles before he paused. The Dark Lord thrashed. Or he would have, if
the restraints didn't hold him firm at the tentative intrusion. He wanted more.
He needed more. But his attempts to pull his mate in deeper only bounced his
own erect penis between them, sending stars of pleasure dancing before his eyes
with every exquisite jolt. Harry didn't seem concerned and continued to kiss
him passionately but without the urgency Voldemort could feel.
Slowly, ever so slowly Harry pushed forward and Voldemort flexed his
muscles, hungrily clasping the intruding member as he tried to swallow it
completely with his ass. The Serpent Lord groaned and bit lightly on Harry's
tongue when his mate pulled back, one again pausing with only the head of his
cock within the Dark Lord.
It wasn't fair. He was still trapped on the pleasurable plateau, stretched
taunt with the desire and need but the deeper Harry was buried within him the
closer to the precipice he got. It felt good but he needed release and to get
that he needed Harry buried within him, to fill him completely.
Harry seemed nonchalant at the slight pain the bit caused but he pulled back
and began to lick and nip at mottled skin before he pushed forward again.
"Now, deeper!" Voldemort cried, clenching
his fists. He ached to wrap his legs around his mate and pull him closer,
deeper.
This time though Harry took mercy on him and stopped only when he was completely
buried in hot, tight warmth. His passage had been lubricated by his own semen
smeared over his length. Harry levered himself up to looked down at his
beloved. Voldemort's expression was intense and Harry
was enjoying the tight heat as the Dark Lord flexed himself around his member
in an effort to induce him to continue moving.
Split red eyes looked back up at him, clouded with lust. The almost lipless
moth was open and serpent like, Harry could see his beloved's tongue
flickering, tasting everything. It was difficult to tell if Voldemort was
flushed as his skin was displaying the patterns of a serpent. He was beautiful
in his lust and Harry reached down to stroke the aroused member between them.
The Dark Lord groaned as the plateau vanished and he felt himself once again
begin to rise to a new level of pleasure. Right now he wanted Harry but he
wanted more than the filling presence of the member within him, he wanted the
pounding friction, the slide of flesh on flesh. He needed Harry to be ploughing
into him, reaming his body as hard as possibly so that he could be filled
completely.
Thankfully it appeared Harry shared his desire because it only took a few
moments for his precious to move his hand and to lean down, pressing his
stomach against engorged flash as his hips rose.
The Serpent Lord's cry at the emptiness was muffled as Harry once again took
his mouth before he thrust downwards. The motion was beautiful; sweet and
fulfilling.
As Harry set up a good rhythm, Voldemort threw his head back, moaning with
every stroke and allow his mate to nuzzle into his throat, nipping and licking
at the skin. He found that he could move his legs slightly and opened them
wider to allow Harry better access. The Dark Lord felt the smile on Harry's
lips and he only had a moment to comprehend that before his mate altered his
angle, moving faster and hitting his sweet spot with every motion.
Ruby eyes squeezed shut at the assault of pleasure. The plateau was long behind
him and with every beautifully fulfilling stroke Voldemort could feel himself
rising to a new release.
Harry pounded into him, lifting himself upwards to gain better leverage to
plough the body beneath him harder.
"Yes!" Voldemort cried, gaping as Harry
moved faster. If felt so good and even though he couldn't really move, Harry
was providing him with a wonderful pleasure. He felt complete. It was a feeling
only Harry could give to him because it stemmed from the love and the care he
could feel from his mate, even when his body was being used to pleasure
another. It came from the surety that he was no just a tool to fulfil lust,
that his requirements would be met. And even though Harry had yet to let him
reach completion he could feel the love and care that his mate felt towards
him.
"Harder," Voldemort urged, feeling his pleasure level at the
delicious pounding of his mate but still wanting more.
There was no thought beyond the pleasure. Not only was he being filled
completely with Harry's member with each stoke the motion was stimulating his
cock and the pressure was amazing. He could smell and taste nothing but the
delicious tang, vanilla and aniseed mixed now with sex. This was his mate and
as he opened his eyes he could see Harry's inhumanly beautiful face reflecting
his mates pleasure. His wings shook with each motion.
He could hear his own heart beat but he could also hear his breath coming in
short gasps and Harry's controlled breaths.
There was very little plateau this time and Voldemort gasped as he felt his
balls tightened and the sweetness he felt contracted, almost as if it was
gathering itself to explode though his body.
It felt good. It felt so good and he needed this so badly.
Nearly there.
Harry slowed, moving more deeply, pausing each time briefly buried
completely within allowing the hot passage to clamp wonderfully around him. He
could feel his mate's arousal and knew the Serpent Lord was close to release.
And he knew that this release would be strong for the earlier denied pleasure.
But not yet.
He could feel the Dark Lord gathering beneath him for release and with a
quick downward motion he pulled out, ignoring the soft pop and Voldemort's scream as he exited the tight hot body. Harry
was careful to keep his own frustration from showing as Voldemort struggled,
trying futilely to find release as his lust and desire drove all thought away.
He was beautiful like that, in an unthinking primeval way, when instinct was
the only thing felt. In the instant of unfulfilled desire he was powerful and
beautiful and Harry could feel his will as he sought that singular goal. It was
a will which would challenge eternity and win. It was a will that had
challenged the wizarding world and had found it
lacking and was now hated and feared but always respected. It was a will that
was not afraid to adapt and change as the situation demanded but it would never
compromise.
Absolute, undeniable and in this instant, Harry grinned, his alone.
As the Dark Lord hissed at him, threateningly Harry teased him, pushing the
head of his cock back into the hot body. Voldemort growled in unthinking,
animalistic desire but he could do nothing to facilitate his release. Harry
pulled out and pushed in again, going no further but enjoying the rippling grip
of the ring of muscles as he watched blood red eyes loose the glazed
animalistic glow.
It was replaced with a look of rage.
Voldemort wanted release and he wanted it now. He had been taunted too long
with its promise. A lesser being would have granted that release and then
begged the Dark Lord for whatever torture he would inflict as punishment. A
more hardy soul would have grated release with the instant of their death to
avoid the sated rage that would follow.
Harry did nothing but merely look back, his eyes reflecting his own pleasure
at the situation; pleasure that was tinged with his love. He had already said
he would give Voldemort release but he would do so in his own time, and when he
did the Serpent Lord would know that only he had the right to lay with him. No
one else could or would ever be able to please him the way Harry did. After
this day, if the Dark Lord lay with any other, man or woman, no matter their
efforts or his, not matter if he found release of not, he would only ever feel
half complete.
It was a punishment, a frustration but a passion that would only be felt by
a mated pair.
"Harry," Voldemort hissed, the demand
obvious.
Harry continued teasing him, pumping his body without granting anything. To
answer Harry pushed in about half way, loving the way Voldemort's
body closed in around him.
It was hard not to appear to be more eager. The Serpent Lord was on the
verge of completion but so was he. And he needed it, needed to be buried in
tight heat, spewing forth his essence with the knowledge that that release,
that position was his alone. Harry grinned as he pulled back.
Voldemort would kill to keep him safe, he knew that, would kill to maintain
the fact that the Boy-Who-Lived belonged to him and him along, never realising
that such action also confirmed the opposite.
Harry didn't like to think of the fate of anyone who propositioned the Dark
Lord although it could be amusing to watch, in a blood thirsty type of way. He
felt his cock twitch and smiled, knowing the Serpent Lord was now too far off
the peak to come when he did. Harry swooped, locking his mouth with Voldemort's as he thrust forward one final time, the
tightness in his balls loosening as he poured into his beloved.
As he came he felt Voldemort clamp around him. It wasn't the same as if the
Dark Lord was coming with him but it was pleasurable and he loved the release.
In his mind Harry sighed happily, stilling as he enjoyed the glow, the
sweetness of the body he was buried in. This was his right, his pleasure. This
was his mate and as Harry came back to himself he kept his kiss gentle, making
sure his tongue movement was sinuous as he tasted Voldemort, sucking at the
lips.
When he pulled back Voldemort was breathing hard, his eyes still clouded
with lust.
"Harry," he said, hissing. Harry pulled back, pulling his
softening cock out of the still delicious pleasure. He moved one hand down and
stroked the Dark Lord's cock, pumping it softly as he sat back resting on the
Dark Lord's thighs.
Red eyes watched him and Voldemort was gasping softly with each movement of
his hand. Harry was replete and it was time to end the punishment.
The Dark Lord would know soon enough the pleasure that he was allowed.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Harry," Voldemort said again, sharp teeth gritted against the assault
of pleasure. He was close and he needed to come but Harry would allow that only
when the Dark Lord asked.
"Ask," Harry instructed, moving his other hand down to massage
tight balls.
"Harry."
Harry shook his head. "Ask," he said again, stilling the movement
of his hand. There was no weakness with asking your mate for pleasure.
Voldemort had to learn that. Harry could feel that the Dark Lord was close,
although that wasn't hard to guess. He had been on edge for a very long time.
"Harry," Voldemort said again, desperately as he strained against
the magically imposed bonds as he sought to find release.
Harry arched his wings in, brushing the tips against the Dark Lord's
nipples, resuming his massaging of the hot sack at the base of the penis. The
quivering of the serpentine body beneath him was beautiful but it wasn't
exactly what he wanted. It was okay, he was patient and with the need the Dark
Lord felt, it wouldn't take long. Then they would be wound together as he
wished... for now. Then only he would be able to fully pleasure the Dark Lord.
"Ask," he repeated.
"Harry, please," Voldemort finally gasped.
Harry smiled as he lifted his body, looking down as he moved into position.
With a quick motion he sheathed the Dark Lord within him. Voldemort hissed at
the sudden warmth, revelling in Harry's rippling muscles, but he still needed
more.
Harry leant over him, spreading his knees and resting on his elbows as he
kissed Voldemort. As he released the bonds on the Dark Lord long arms snaked
around him, one holding him close while the other gripped lower, holding him in
place. With a savage hiss the Dark Lord thrust upwards, forcefully pulling him
down, all semblance of reason lost with his desire.
Harry rocked back and forth happily. The pressure was amazing and he could
feel every bulge on his beloved's engorged cock as it rammed into him. It felt
so good going so deep. This was not submission. This was power. Right at the
moment, the Dark Lord couldn't stop even if he wanted to, and so Harry was the
only thing he was focused on, and his pleasure was something Harry could either
give or deny. He licked at Voldemort's skin,
wondering why many of the men had denigrated his position. There was nothing
wrong with letting his beloved take his pleasure in him. It was his power, his
love, and although he loved taking the Dark Lord, it was something they would
share. With a pleasurable grunt he pushed back harder, meeting Voldemort's thrusts powerfully, enjoying the slap of balls
against his skin.
Voldemort rammed upwards as hard as he could. Harry had brought him to the
brink too many times and he needed the release it appeared his mate was now
willing to grant. He could feel his balls bouncing with each movement, slapping
on the skin of Harry's buttocks with each powerful thrust. Being buried in
Harry was something he would never get tired of, and he could feel the sweet
tension that lead to release building again. His precious was moving with, his
muscles working hard gripping and releasing his cock with a pleasurable
friction. It was skilful manipulation of experience and he loved each motion.
It was hot and tight but delicate and free.
It occurred to him, through the haze of pleasure that Heprah
had been correct. As completely unforgivable as the wizards actions had been,
to dare to touch his mate, to dare to take what was his, the wizard had taste,
taking his pleasure in the only one the Dark Lord would willingly grant
pleasure but Heprah had been right in one other way.
Harry was like a virgin... his skill was not but the pressure of his body
wrapped around the pulsing member impaling him was that of a virgin. And this
was their third time. There was enough stretching so that he could move
comfortably but the rippling muscles closed in around him powerfully, creating
a hot, tight, pulsing passage that felt fresh... as if it hadn't been fucked
before.
It just made Voldemort want Harry even more and he
pulled the pliant body down to meet him. This was his mate and this sweetness
was something only he would experience. And if he could have fucked Harry
forever, he would have almost been willing to let the rest of the world go...
Power was just that... this was something else entirely.
There was a soft squelching and Voldemort continued to drive upwards. The
motion was strong, forceful powerful and Harry grunted with the assault. The
two of them cried out in unison with each filling motion the Dark Lord made.
His cock was rock hard and Harry felt as if he was being split in two with each
beautifully filling motion.
The Dark Lord changed his motion, moving to powerful full length strokes,
burying himself to the hilt with each upward motion. With a final savage growl
Voldemort pulled Harry down to meet him in his release.
Harry clamped his muscles and arched himself back, driving down to take the
Dark Lord deeper into his body.
"Mine!" Voldemort snarled, his claws extending as he gripped Harry
harder, breaking the skin as he laid claim to his mate again.
Harry rippled his muscles as the Serpent Lord poured into him, spilling his
seed in long waves into the hot passage that was his beloved. Three denied
releases meant this was longer and sweeter as he poured into Harry. They seemed
frozen together as pleasure washed around them.
Harry relaxed his muscles as he swung back down to kiss his beloved. The
motion shifted the cock within him and Harry could feel the flow of cum deep
inside but he didn't mind and wriggled comfortably on the member still within
him.
It was a filling pressure that he had been without for so long and while he
didn't like to think about it, it would be a feeling he was going to be without
for the rest of the year and he needed to savour it as much as possible now.
But all good things must end and eventually the Dark Lord moved beneath him,
moving to embrace him properly as he turned them so that they lay side by side.
Someone the Serpent Lord managed to catch one of Harry's wings to form a
mattress. Harry sighed as Voldemort's shaft pulled
from him. He was going to miss that feeling, along with pleasure of being
buried within his mate.
>Mine,< Voldemort hissed, reaching to stroke
back black hair. The strands were stuck together with sweat. >Mine,< he murmured again as Harry snuggled into him, fitting
the curves of his body to the Serpent Lords. It was wonderfully warm and
accepting and in the after glow of his release it was relaxing and comforting.
He could feel his eyelids growing heavy in the presence of his precious.
Harry smiled softly as he heard Voldemort's
breathing level out in sleep. It was to be expected. He had driving both man
and serpent to frustration before allowing them release. It was a release he
had enjoyed, savouring each movement the Dark Lord had made and it was pleasure
beyond words, knowing that only you could drive such a powerful being to
distraction knowing that he was with his mate.
"Yours," Harry whispered breathing deep the dry scent of snake and
sex. It was warm, comforting and filling. This was exactly where he wanted to
be. "But you are mine," Harry murmured as he settled himself
comfortably, eyes closing as he was lulled by the scent of completion and the
soft contentment he could feel from his beloved.
>Mine.<
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