Harry Potter and the Angel of Darkness
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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7
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Walls of Midnight
Disclaimer: WARNING: Chapter may contain NCS (non-con sex),
US (underage sex), and S&M, and BP (blood play). It’s a short chapter though.
ALSO: More (subtle) spoilers. Don’t complain to me, I warned you. Thanks for the
reviews so far… they’re great fodder to keep me motivated to write. Ok, and now,
onto the legalities and whatnot…
Not mine, never were, never will be. Want ‘em though, don’t deny that! Just don’t
sue me, mkay? ‘cause you’ll win and you want to know what you’d win? Nuthin! Yep,
got a whole lot of nuthin if you want that, but you don’t, so don’t sue me, please.
These fine specimens belong, as always, to JK Rowling and co.
Before I forget, here you also meet a few of my own characters. Some I’ve used
before in things like roleplay, and others have made this story their grand debut.
Enjoy!
********************
The Midnight Room
“The Dark Lord will see you now.”
Draco rose to his feet numbly, barely registering the heavy weight of Severus’
palm resting heavily on his shoulder. With a disdainful glance at Wormtail, he
and his godfather slipped like shadows into the waiting darkness of the room
before them.
“Sso, Draco. You failed me…”
Hissing sibilants floated through the dark, and Draco felt himself step involuntarily
back.
“No, no my lord. I did not fail you, please my lord, Dark Lord, he is dead, as you
asked. Dumbledore’s body rots in the earth, he is dead my lord, dead! Dead…”
His voice trailed off, and Draco sank to his knees in the thick, soft carpeting.
“A fire, girl… Now.”
“Incendio!”
Sparks shot from the middle of the bedroom toward the fireplace. The cheery
blaze was utterly out of place in what revealed itself to be a sort of bedchamber.
In the center of the room on a small, circular, dais, sat a large bed. Bigger by half
than a king-sized mattress, it was draped in black hangings. The head and foot
boards were a sort of marble; they looked like chunks of the midnight sky brought
to earth. Offsetting the silver-inlayed marble bed ends were deep onyx posts,
topped by a gauzy canopy.
Chained between the posts at the foot of the bed was a small, wraithlike girl of
about fourteen. Draco trailed his eyes from the silver-cuffed wrists, the small rivulets
of blood coursing down her forearms, to the raven hair curling down her shoulders
and brushing the top of her firm, bare buttocks.
Her head was thrown back, and from his place kneeling near the door, Draco could
follow the fine line of her jaw and neck, could see the curving swell of a small breast
below one toned arm. Following the edge of her side down the soft side of her thigh
and shapely calves, he ended at her spread ankles, each chained to one of the posts.
Looking toward the head of the bed, Draco noticed another young girl, about the
same age, but as different from the other as night from day. Blonde from her golden
head to the wet curls glistening between her thighs, her skin was as deeply golden
tan as the other girl\'s was pearlescent.
“No matter, you are right. He iss dead, as I commanded. That iss enough, for now.\"
Voldemort noticed the direction of Draco\'s eyes. Ah, sso you admire *Sssoleil and *Noir.”
This time, Draco was able to pinpoint the hissing voice as coming from the center of
the bed. “Yes, Dark Lord. They are most beautiful indeed.” Still on his knees, Draco
was beginning to shake, the longer he stayed in Lord Voldemort’s presence.
“And what do you make of *Incendie, young Malfoy?”
Rising to his feet, Voldemort’s nude body slid into the firelight like a shadow. Draco’s
eyes were drawn to the length of the Dark Lord, his soft, hairless skin hard and
glittering as the light struck the scales encasing him. Even from a distance, Draco could
see a few glistening drops of clear liquid glistening from the scaly tip.
Voldemort held out one hand toward the bed, and another young girl, around Draco’s
age, rose from the center of the bed. “Incendie and I were just about to have a little
fun, Draco.”
Looking from his lord to the girl, Draco could see the moist patch between her legs, the
marks around each hardened nipple, where the Dark Lord had bitten and drawn blood.
The shape of the Dark Mark was imprinted in her own blood over her hard stomach,
shining as though still wet. “Come closser, Draco.”
Instead of getting to his feet, the blond boy crawled forward on hands and knees,
head bowed. “Master…”
“Rise Draco. Iss she not lovely? Doess her blood not ssmell delightfull? Can you not
tasste her, Draco? Roll her sscent, her fear, on your tongue, as like a fine wine?”
Shivering, Draco nodded his head, still staring at the floor. “Look at her, Draco.”
Slowly raising his gaze from the floor before him, he allowed his eyes to travel from
her dainty feet, up her legs and stomach, to the large breasts. The bites around each
puckered nipple still slowly dripped crimson stains into the plush black carpet. Raising
his head still more, Draco took in the fierce green eyes, and the deep garnet of her
long, fine hair. In the light of the fire, her smooth skin was like rich cream, and her
hair glimmered as though made of the finest rubies.
“Leave uss, Sseveruss…”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Snape backed his way out of the room, shutting the black door behind him.
Voldemort roughly pushed Incendie to the bed, cupping her bottom in both hands.
Massaging each cheek with a hand, he glanced at Draco. “Would you like to join uss?”
Without waiting for an answer, the Dark Lord spread Incendie wide, and caressed her
soft opening with a thumb. Rubbing the hard length of his glittering penis through the
tangy moistness leaking from between her thighs until he was coated, he pushed her
roughly, face first, into the bed, thrusting himself inside of her small, tight passage,
his serpent’s eyes slit with a fierce glee at her pained cries.
********************
Gathered around the table in the Weasley’s kitchen, Harry reached for another helping
of rashers, when his whole body went rigid. Clapping one hand to the scar on his
forehead, the other gripped the table edge, and he let out a ragged cry of pleasure,
back arching against his chair.
As his friends all stared openmouthed, Harry slowly opened his eyes, gaze traveling
from Mrs. Weasley, standing at the sink, water running forgotten from the sink, past
the twins, and to Hermione and Ron, who had been bickering in the corner. Last, his
eyes rested on Ginny, and when he looked from her down into his lap, there was a wet
spot spreading across the front of the jeans he was wearing.
Still gaping at each other like a school of stranded fish, everyone watched as Harry,
red faced, fled toward the room he’d been staying in for a fresh pair of underpants,
and a new pair of pants.
********************
Author’s Note:
*Soleil - Sun
*Noir - Black
*Incendie - Fire
All are french words, turned into names.
Ahaha, so Harry feels old Voldie’s pleasures as well
as his pain now, does he? Seems so!
Sorry that this was such a short chapter, though. It just seemed the right place to
end it. Next one will hopefully be up sometime this weekend.
Well, you got your first taste of smut from me. Hope you enjoyed it and it wasn’t
too boring. I can never really judge my own stuff, as when I am writing, it’s usually
not stuff that turns me on. Or at least, not when it’s myself who’s writing it.
Now, just to make a few things clear; I know one of the big “DO’s!” of writing is to
“write what you know.” Well, I’m not. I write about sexual things that I’ve had no
experience with whatsoever. I inflict on the characters in my story not what I would
always choose for myself, but what fits the character or what fits what is needed at
the time.
Just as an example, blood play isn’t my kind of thing, and there’s no way I’d let
anyone put a dark mark made from my blood anywhere, let alone on me.
So, please don’t make assumptions about me based solely on my writing. Just as
each of you differs in your own sexual preferences and pleasures, so do I, and so
does my writing.
That said, I hope you enjoyed, and reviews are particularly welcome and wanted on
this chapter! I’ve never really written much sexual stuff before, and I want to know
how I’m doing.
And yep, still looking for a beta!
Ta!
US (underage sex), and S&M, and BP (blood play). It’s a short chapter though.
ALSO: More (subtle) spoilers. Don’t complain to me, I warned you. Thanks for the
reviews so far… they’re great fodder to keep me motivated to write. Ok, and now,
onto the legalities and whatnot…
Not mine, never were, never will be. Want ‘em though, don’t deny that! Just don’t
sue me, mkay? ‘cause you’ll win and you want to know what you’d win? Nuthin! Yep,
got a whole lot of nuthin if you want that, but you don’t, so don’t sue me, please.
These fine specimens belong, as always, to JK Rowling and co.
Before I forget, here you also meet a few of my own characters. Some I’ve used
before in things like roleplay, and others have made this story their grand debut.
Enjoy!
The Midnight Room
“The Dark Lord will see you now.”
Draco rose to his feet numbly, barely registering the heavy weight of Severus’
palm resting heavily on his shoulder. With a disdainful glance at Wormtail, he
and his godfather slipped like shadows into the waiting darkness of the room
before them.
“Sso, Draco. You failed me…”
Hissing sibilants floated through the dark, and Draco felt himself step involuntarily
back.
“No, no my lord. I did not fail you, please my lord, Dark Lord, he is dead, as you
asked. Dumbledore’s body rots in the earth, he is dead my lord, dead! Dead…”
His voice trailed off, and Draco sank to his knees in the thick, soft carpeting.
“A fire, girl… Now.”
“Incendio!”
Sparks shot from the middle of the bedroom toward the fireplace. The cheery
blaze was utterly out of place in what revealed itself to be a sort of bedchamber.
In the center of the room on a small, circular, dais, sat a large bed. Bigger by half
than a king-sized mattress, it was draped in black hangings. The head and foot
boards were a sort of marble; they looked like chunks of the midnight sky brought
to earth. Offsetting the silver-inlayed marble bed ends were deep onyx posts,
topped by a gauzy canopy.
Chained between the posts at the foot of the bed was a small, wraithlike girl of
about fourteen. Draco trailed his eyes from the silver-cuffed wrists, the small rivulets
of blood coursing down her forearms, to the raven hair curling down her shoulders
and brushing the top of her firm, bare buttocks.
Her head was thrown back, and from his place kneeling near the door, Draco could
follow the fine line of her jaw and neck, could see the curving swell of a small breast
below one toned arm. Following the edge of her side down the soft side of her thigh
and shapely calves, he ended at her spread ankles, each chained to one of the posts.
Looking toward the head of the bed, Draco noticed another young girl, about the
same age, but as different from the other as night from day. Blonde from her golden
head to the wet curls glistening between her thighs, her skin was as deeply golden
tan as the other girl\'s was pearlescent.
“No matter, you are right. He iss dead, as I commanded. That iss enough, for now.\"
Voldemort noticed the direction of Draco\'s eyes. Ah, sso you admire *Sssoleil and *Noir.”
This time, Draco was able to pinpoint the hissing voice as coming from the center of
the bed. “Yes, Dark Lord. They are most beautiful indeed.” Still on his knees, Draco
was beginning to shake, the longer he stayed in Lord Voldemort’s presence.
“And what do you make of *Incendie, young Malfoy?”
Rising to his feet, Voldemort’s nude body slid into the firelight like a shadow. Draco’s
eyes were drawn to the length of the Dark Lord, his soft, hairless skin hard and
glittering as the light struck the scales encasing him. Even from a distance, Draco could
see a few glistening drops of clear liquid glistening from the scaly tip.
Voldemort held out one hand toward the bed, and another young girl, around Draco’s
age, rose from the center of the bed. “Incendie and I were just about to have a little
fun, Draco.”
Looking from his lord to the girl, Draco could see the moist patch between her legs, the
marks around each hardened nipple, where the Dark Lord had bitten and drawn blood.
The shape of the Dark Mark was imprinted in her own blood over her hard stomach,
shining as though still wet. “Come closser, Draco.”
Instead of getting to his feet, the blond boy crawled forward on hands and knees,
head bowed. “Master…”
“Rise Draco. Iss she not lovely? Doess her blood not ssmell delightfull? Can you not
tasste her, Draco? Roll her sscent, her fear, on your tongue, as like a fine wine?”
Shivering, Draco nodded his head, still staring at the floor. “Look at her, Draco.”
Slowly raising his gaze from the floor before him, he allowed his eyes to travel from
her dainty feet, up her legs and stomach, to the large breasts. The bites around each
puckered nipple still slowly dripped crimson stains into the plush black carpet. Raising
his head still more, Draco took in the fierce green eyes, and the deep garnet of her
long, fine hair. In the light of the fire, her smooth skin was like rich cream, and her
hair glimmered as though made of the finest rubies.
“Leave uss, Sseveruss…”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Snape backed his way out of the room, shutting the black door behind him.
Voldemort roughly pushed Incendie to the bed, cupping her bottom in both hands.
Massaging each cheek with a hand, he glanced at Draco. “Would you like to join uss?”
Without waiting for an answer, the Dark Lord spread Incendie wide, and caressed her
soft opening with a thumb. Rubbing the hard length of his glittering penis through the
tangy moistness leaking from between her thighs until he was coated, he pushed her
roughly, face first, into the bed, thrusting himself inside of her small, tight passage,
his serpent’s eyes slit with a fierce glee at her pained cries.
Gathered around the table in the Weasley’s kitchen, Harry reached for another helping
of rashers, when his whole body went rigid. Clapping one hand to the scar on his
forehead, the other gripped the table edge, and he let out a ragged cry of pleasure,
back arching against his chair.
As his friends all stared openmouthed, Harry slowly opened his eyes, gaze traveling
from Mrs. Weasley, standing at the sink, water running forgotten from the sink, past
the twins, and to Hermione and Ron, who had been bickering in the corner. Last, his
eyes rested on Ginny, and when he looked from her down into his lap, there was a wet
spot spreading across the front of the jeans he was wearing.
Still gaping at each other like a school of stranded fish, everyone watched as Harry,
red faced, fled toward the room he’d been staying in for a fresh pair of underpants,
and a new pair of pants.
Author’s Note:
*Soleil - Sun
*Noir - Black
*Incendie - Fire
All are french words, turned into names.
Ahaha, so Harry feels old Voldie’s pleasures as well
as his pain now, does he? Seems so!
Sorry that this was such a short chapter, though. It just seemed the right place to
end it. Next one will hopefully be up sometime this weekend.
Well, you got your first taste of smut from me. Hope you enjoyed it and it wasn’t
too boring. I can never really judge my own stuff, as when I am writing, it’s usually
not stuff that turns me on. Or at least, not when it’s myself who’s writing it.
Now, just to make a few things clear; I know one of the big “DO’s!” of writing is to
“write what you know.” Well, I’m not. I write about sexual things that I’ve had no
experience with whatsoever. I inflict on the characters in my story not what I would
always choose for myself, but what fits the character or what fits what is needed at
the time.
Just as an example, blood play isn’t my kind of thing, and there’s no way I’d let
anyone put a dark mark made from my blood anywhere, let alone on me.
So, please don’t make assumptions about me based solely on my writing. Just as
each of you differs in your own sexual preferences and pleasures, so do I, and so
does my writing.
That said, I hope you enjoyed, and reviews are particularly welcome and wanted on
this chapter! I’ve never really written much sexual stuff before, and I want to know
how I’m doing.
And yep, still looking for a beta!
Ta!