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The Grindelwald Legacy	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 7559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

The Grindelwald Legacy

Chapter 69

Lucy shivered and turned her gaze on him, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick her lips. her already puckered nipple hardening painfully from the sudden contact of Voldemorts spidery touch. Now she was confused, her need for Severus not abating, but the touch of this bizarre, peculiar man, as repugnant as he was, garnered her attention. He was male, he smelled of male, and he touched her, while Severus looked on but made no move towards her.
�It really is a pity you did not see fit to inform me sooner of these alluring little tendencies of hers.� Voldemort practically crooned, his eyes never leaving the panting girl before him. �Oh and Snape, you know how I simply hate tardiness.� �CRUCIO.�

Severus, although he knew what was coming, crashed helplessly to the floor with the force of the curse. The dark Lords lust for the girl, his anger at intentionally being kept in the dark about her peculiarities, and Snape�s role in withholding that information, as well as thinking to keep her to himself, lending more hatred and jealousy to the power bled into the spell.
Even through her haze of lust and inebriation, Lucy screamed in horror when Severus fell to the ground, his face contorted in agony as muscles seized and tightened unbearably, bones cracked while the blood in his veins bubbled, simmering through his body like a raging inferno.
He was vaguely aware of Lucy�s screaming, and fought to control his own screams, his mind waging war on his body�s wish to evacuate his bladder and bowels in front of her. Knowing he would prefer to die rather than humiliate himself in her presence.
�Nooo. Stop it. What are you doing?� She bawled at Voldemort, dropping to the floor in an effort to reach the Potions master.
Voldemort, his wand still directed at Severus, flicked his head, indicating the two nearest Death Eaters take her out of the way.
�Severus. Stop it Severus. You have to stop hurting. Please.� She wailed, vice like hands holding her back, pulling on her hair, dragging her away before she could place herself in the line of fire.
The full horror of what was taking place suddenly hit her, acting more quickly than any sobering potion even the Professor could create. She kept her eyes fixed on his writhing, jerking, tortured form and concentrated, ignoring her own predicament, her carnal hunger taking a back seat at the sight of her mate undergoing such suffering. So she piled all her efforts into willing him not to hurt, for the curse to stop causing him pain and injury, to heal the damage already inflicted, sobbing as she was dragged to the far reaches of the room and could no longer see him. She didn�t know if her will was enough, whether it was achieving the necessary results, so she continued to will, to wish with all her heart, to demand that he would be alright.
Severus began to feel most extraordinary . He knew the curse was still upon him, he could feel the magic rolling through him, but the pain was abating so rapidly, his muscles relaxing and his blood calming to a steady, warm flow. It took him a few seconds to comprehend that Lucy must be instigating this� remarkable phenomenon, that her screams had ceased, and that the sight of his torment must have jump started her into utilizing her gift. He became a catalyst for healing, his bones realigning mending and in their proper position, without pain or discomfort. Now he needed to act, to behave in a manner that would make the Dark Lord believe he was still suffering the effects of the curse. If he did not, most likely he would be hit with the avada cadavra.

He continued to jerk and convulse, burying his chin as far into his chest as possible to hide his face until the curse was lifted, then he let out a wail of feigned, exhausted agony, twitching and spasming as would happen were the curse still in effect.
Voldemort ended the curse, crouched next to him and grabbed his chin. �Open your eyes Snape.� he demanded, twisting Severus� head at an impossible angle.
Severus poured as much pain as he could into his gaze, slamming down his occlumency walls, but allowing his initial agony to show. He also allowed his more animalistic encounter with Lucy to exhibit, knowing the Dark Lord would be searching for the experience, wanting corroboration his servant spoke the truth and satisfying his penchant for witnessing Severus� more violent activities.
Voldemort viewed the memories dispassionately at first, then his red eyes became heated as he watched Snape fuck the girl viciously. When he ended the legillimens, the Dark Lord had a most impressive erection tenting the dark green robes he wore.
�Quite a goer isn�t she Snape. Lets see how your little� companion, reacts when denied your less than tender ministrations. I am eager to discover the delights of her� more aggressive needs did you say? And by the look of my trusty little faction, they too are rather impatient to put her to the test.�

Utter horror filled every part of Severus� mind and soul. �My Lord please, I beg you not to do this. She could be useful to you, especially if her assumptions about her father are correct. If you do this you will alienate her, turn her against you.�

�I doubt that Snape. I can see from here how she enjoys the tender caresses of my servants.�

Hauling himself to a position where he could see, he fought back the bile that rose to his throat at the sight of the haunted green eyes staring in his direction, while several Death Eaters held her down on the old mattress, ripping away her top, Pealing off her jeans, mauling her breasts, tasting her skin. Worse was the sight of Greyback, his fetid organ already revealed as he stroked it, standing over her with a lascivious look on his face.
Lucy ignored the wizard�s pawing, groping, and licking, she blocked out the pain of cruel fingers, sharp teeth, the sickening, lurid remarks. Her mind was focussed on one thing, Severus, too absorbed in alleviating his suffering. When his face appeared from behind a chair and he looked at her in horror, she knew, sensed he was alright, that he was no longer suffering. Physically at least.
Now her attention turned to her own predicament as a whiff of something overpoweringly putrid filled her nostrils. It was the same stench that assaulted her when they first entered this room, the scuffed boots and shabby trousers of someone approaching. Following her nose she gazed upon the most repugnant looking creature she had ever seen. Greyback stared down at her, a hairy hand still working his smelly pink organ, thick lips drawn back to reveal sharp brown teeth.
Like Severus, she fought against the bile rising in her throat at the sight of the repulsive, hideous� thing leering at her. But hands were touching her in ways that fired her nerve endings, affecting her senses, stirring her desires. She looked for Severus, wanting him to come to her, to get rid of these wizards and resume their mating, to give her what she needed. Him.
Severus too could sense her distress, her need for him. Getting to his feet he took a step in her direction, only to fall to his knees in a flash of blue light.
�On no Snape. You can watch, but you will not interfere with our entertainment.� Voldemort told him, flicking his wand and binding the now helpless wizard.

�Avery, sit our friend where he can enjoy the show, and Greyback, wait your turn.�
When Severus roared his protest, Avery, after a nod of confirmation from Voldemort, tied a dirty piece of rag tightly over Severus� mouth, gagging him, then cast a sticking spell to hold him to the chair. The Potions Master was forced to watch in horror, devastated at the sight of the Dark Lord approaching Lucy, opening his robes as he neared, while the wizards holding her down continued to maul and paw at her. He struggled against his bindings to no avail.
Lucy watched in alarm as Severus was incapacitated, her hope of being rescued gone, and the constant feel of molesting hands breaking through her resolve, intruding on her lust, bringing it to the for. And she succumbed, no longer able to fight the needs of her body.

She was vaguely aware of a pale, thin torso bearing down on her, long skinny arms and spidery fingers squeezing her breasts painfully. She arched into those bony fingers as sharp knees pushed her legs apart and a cool, rigid member pressed between her folds. Lucy closed her eyes, surrendering to her needs, bucking her hips to encourage entry, unable to help herself from wanting someone, anyone, to fuck her, give her everything he had, to satisfy her body�s rampant hunger.
Delighted at her reaction, Voldemort slammed into her, lowering his head to bite down on a luscious globe as he slammed again, and again and again, thrusting into her with as much brute force as he could muster, relishing in her willingness, delighting in taking what Snape desired to keep for himself. It was rare for Voldemort to actually partake of the females brought before him, but her blatant display of sensuality, coupled with Snape�s deliberate attempt to conceal her from him, excited the tyrant, and compelled him to take that which his servant most coveted.
Lucy manage to free one arm and grapple with a bony buttock, pressing and pushing, digging her nails into the fleshless skin, wanting him to move faster, harder.
Stunned by her fierce ardour, Voldemort raced to give her more, only to lose himself to his own pleasure and bring about his own climax. Not that he cared, he was fucking her for his pleasure after all, and there were plenty willing to take over where he left off.
Lucy clutched at the retreating figure, not understanding why he was leaving her unfulfilled. But in seconds another took his place, long, platinum blonde hair framing the hideous skull mask. She heard a whispered cleaning spell before she was again filled, a lean, powerful body pressing her against the mattress, strong hips pummelling against her, giving her what she needed.
Lucius sneered down at the girl, fucking her more viciously than the Dark Lord had done, taking his revenge for her slurs on his son in the bookshop. He wanted to degrade her, hurt her, make her scream for more, beg him to make her come.
Lucy did cry out, and she did urge him to go faster, take her harder, and he drove into her like a man possessed, on and on, in and out until the sweat dripped from him and his back was on fire with the sheer exertion of constantly trying to take this infuriating witch to her peak but failing. He gave in to his own need and released, pressing against her, letting every ounce of his seed fill her and wash back over him.
Lucius was followed by Avery, Hensall, and more wizards then Lucy could count, and not one gave her the relief she craved.
Severus slumped in his chair, no longer able to stomach watching what was happening, blaming himself for placing her in this situation, self loathing tearing at his soul as tears spilled over his cheeks, the Professor powerless to stop them.
Greyback, who held off till last, now knelt behind Lucy, two Death Eaters holding her abused and exhausted body in position for the waiting werewolf.
TBC

Eww. Greyback.

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