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I'm A Slave for You	By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 26597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Now that we have checked on our pretty Beauty and the
Beast couple, let�s get back to Harry and see if his life has gotten any
easier.

Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter and its characters,
but we do own this story!

I�M A SLAVE FOR YOU

�� Our place has been compromised. You
will have to move out to another safer location, Master Riddle.�

�� Harry looked up curiously at Lucius
who brought the Daily Prophet for Voldemort to read.
Seeing the headlines, he knew that it would spell bad news for the two adults
and good news for the boy. His heart almost leapt in joy as he tried not to
show it on his face, continuing to serve Voldemort
his breakfast as if he hadn�t heard anything.

�� Apparently, Remus had finally found
Harry�s secret messages that the boy tended to scrape and scrawl at any place
he could find during the Potter genocide. Harry had been doing that in places
he hoped the Aurors would see during the processing
of the crime scene after that first kill he had helped made on Wolfen and his family. It was too small for the naked eye
to see, but for Remus� who has heightened senses, including an amazing
wolf-like eyesight, had seen Harry�s scrawling on one of the brick of the
fireplace when they went to kill the Blaine-Potter girl that read
: HELP, LM, and Lady Luck probably had a hand in doing this, since if
the reporter had not taken the picture of the fireplace, Remus wouldn�t have
seen this secret message. After enlarging the picture and put together the
puzzle of what the LM initials stood for, Lucius has heard word that the Aurors will be conducting a thorough search of his manor
the next morning.

�� How is that possible?� Voldemort looked up at him accusingly. �I thought you had
everything under control.�

�� I swear I have,� Lucius quickly
defended himself. �But I have no idea how it is possible that they knew you
were here, and they will not disclose their source, not even to the press or to
the Ministry themselves. And I heard that they will be bringing along some
people from the Department of Mysteries just to make double sure that all
hiding places are eliminated, so any invisibility wards or any of my
underground catacombs and secret passageways are out of the question.�

�� It does sound troubling.�

�� After puzzling over the situation, Voldemort decided to make his next hideout at his
biological father�s home, since staying at his adopted father�s place would
probably be a little risky especially when Lucius warned him that it would be
the first place the Auror will look since the warlock
was closest of a family to Voldemort than anyone
else. Harry made a mental note to remember the name of the place so that he
could be able to send off his new secret message.

�� Prepare my bath, Liat,� Voldemort said as he
finished the last of his breakfast. �We will set off to the Riddle Manor
immediately after that.�

�� Y�Yes, milord,� Harry nodded and
went upstairs to prepare the bath. As the tub filled, he unconsciously rubbed
his still flat belly, hoping that it was still alright. So far, he had yet to
feel anything that might indicate that his child was no longer with him,
meaning that either he had a survivor for a child or they were holding back on
punishing him (which would probably be far-fetched, though hopefully so). His
imagination wandered to the thought of the first time he helped Severus run his
bath, the way they shared it together as they bathed each other head to toe on
the day he woke up from his long sleep and be briefed of his duty in the
household, the way that Severus would always give him an appreciative smile or
a pat on the head to thank him for a bath well run, and the way they would
share their passion together in that cold tiles surrounded by warm mists from
the hot water. He wrapped his arms around himself, imagining that he was back
in Severus� arms again, feeling his wonderful touches and his loving caresses
around his body, giving him that true sense of security�

�� Thinking about me, boy?�

�� Harry broke out of his thoughts to
see Voldemort undressing behind him. He looked away,
disgusted.

�� You wish.�

�� Excited to move to a new home?
It�ll be my old home where I was forcibly raised by my so-called father, though
I�m glad I took care of that problem. I think most probably there will be new
tenants there, and new hired help as well, but we�ll definitely take care of
that. Of course, it still means that you�re under my wing and still are under
my command. You�re my favourite, after all.�

�� Yes, milord, I will keep up
appearances,� Harry replied, looking down. �I�ll be a good little slave. The
water is probably cold now, since you took your time coming up. Do you want me
to drain it and refill?�

�� No need,� Voldemort
said as he waved a spell to make it warm again, then magicked
Harry�s clothes away before picking Harry up and put
him into the bath first before joining him. �You just need to do what you are
born to do, and you know exactly what that is.�

�� Yes, milord,� Harry replied
reluctantly, praying that this time he wouldn�t make him lose the baby.

�� Mmm�someone�s
eager today, aren�t we?�

�� Voldemort grinned
deviously as he teased Harry�s clit as he flicked a
tongue at his nipple. Harry bit his lip, holding back a whine while the older
man continued to suckle at his nipples while his fingers inched into him,
teasing the clit and finger-fucking him at the same time. Harry would�ve
threaded his fingers through his hair if it weren�t for the fact that the one
finger-fucking him and nibbling occasionally at his nipples while being sucked
was Voldemort and not his beloved Severus. Gripping at
the sides of the tub, Harry involuntarily let out a moan as Voldemort
soon took out his fingers and replaced them with himself, slowly burying his
cock into all the way to the hilt.

�� Mmh, sex
really is better when you are pregnant now, doesn�t it?� Voldemort
said as he leaned down to kiss him, holding onto Harry�s
cheeks to keep him from turning away from him.

�� Nnh�! No�it�s�it�s
not�� Harry panted, throwing his head back when the older man held onto his
hips and thrust into him slowly, his inner muscles reflexively gripping him
like there was no tomorrow.

�� Your mouth says �No� but I know
your body is agreeing with me,� Voldemort thrust into
him faster while he caressed Harry�s still-flat belly.
�Shall we give your baby his early taste of milk and see if he likes it?�

�� N�No�!! Don�t! Anything but that�!�
Harry bit his lip as his G-spot was aimed just right. �Don�t come inside me, I beg
you, milord�!�

�� You look so cute when you�re
begging me like that, Liat. Makes me
feel almost sorry that you�re my slave and not my intended.�

�� I�I�m g�gonna��
Harry panted, not wanting to give Voldemort the
satisfaction of knowing that he was going to make him come from the thrusts,
although his body was pushing down a little to meet Voldemort�s
thrusts, as if screaming for Harry to give in and let it hit right there, just
right there.

�� Mmh, so
tight�so good�I�m gonna come too��

�� Once Voldemort
maneuvered to hit the spot where Harry pushed against him, Harry soon lost it,
his inner muscles clenched around the older man as he came, his whole body shaking
and convulsing. The muscle clench made Voldemort came
seconds later, and he barely was able to pull out from the tightness, squirting
his seed into the water. As soon as Harry stopped shaking like he had an
epileptic seizure, he laid his head on Voldemort�s
shoulder, trying to hide his face from Voldemort, not
wanting him to see that feel-good look on his face which he hated displaying at
the moment from that major orgasm, though the older man was smarter than that
as he took the boy�s chin to push the face upwards so that he could see his
handiwork.

�� That was nice, Liat,�
Voldemort chuckled as he ran his tongue along the boy�s
lightning bolt scar, making the boy flinch. �You were really nice.�

�� Save it,� Harry replied in defiance,
even though he was only allowed a little of it.

�� I can�t wait to move in to our new
hideout, where we can bless the place with our love-making.�

�� Harry dare not say it, but what they
share was nothing more than just plain fucking.

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�� The Riddle Manor was just as creepy
and malicious as Voldemort himself as Harry took his
first glimpse around once they Floo-ed
in through the fireplace. The place looked like it could use some serious
spring-cleaning, showing how long abandoned the manor was, but it seemed that everything
was still in place and whoever lived here last had lived with class, what with
the furniture looking like it was bought for a king�s ransom. There had been
evidence of people who camped out or partied all over the floor, judging by the
beer bottles and snack wrappers everywhere, but other than that, there were no
signs of life.

�� While Lucius
stayed behind at the Malfoy Manor entertaining the
search party, Voldemort, Harry and Wormtail had quickly packed their things prior to their
visit and made their way through the Floo Network,
reconnecting the magic and adjusting the flow so as to connect the fireplace to
the one at Riddle Manor for a one-time trip before Lucius
severed the network connection to conceal it from prying eyes of the staff of
the Department of Mysteries. It wasn�t easy, being that the Riddle Manor was
way out in the outbacks of the Muggle
world, but they managed to get it done in the nick of time and left just a few
hours before the search party came with the Ministry Decree for their surprise
search. Once they were there, the first thing Voldemort
did was go over to the nearest window to look outside.

�� Hmm, looks like the old caretaker
is still living,� Voldemort said as he peeked outside
the window to see a dilapidated hut just opposite the manor. �Wormtail, go take care of him. And make it a clean
one this time, mind you.�

�� Yes, Master. Right away, Master,� Wormtail bowed before making his way out of the manor and
morphed into his animagus form to go to the hut
undetected.

�� W�What are you going to do to him,
milord? Not kill him, I hope,� Harry said as he stood there, unsure whether to
stop Wormtail or let him carry out Voldemort�s orders.

�� That old man has outlived his
decades as a Muggle anyway,� Voldemort
grinned deviously as he ran his hands along the armchair that seemed to bring
him nostalgic memories. �I�m just letting him retire from his service of
looking after the home, is all. He has done well to
keep this place unoccupied as per stated in my father�s will.�

�� Your�father�s
will?�

�� Of course, I have to tweak it a
little to make sure that the manor goes under me before I poisoned him to death.
The will states that unless the true Riddle heir has returned, this house is to
be given out to no one and anyone who trespasses here must be severely dealt
with, all measures taken.�

�� Then you don�t have to off the
caretaker, just go tell him then.�

�� And alert the wizarding
world?� Voldemort tsked as
he tickled the boy�s chin. �We can�t take any chances, my dear Liat. That caretaker could be working for the Ministry, for
all we know, after my little�escapade these few years. Better safe than sorry,�
he paused when Wormtail had returned, �I assume you
made it clean this time, Wormtail?�

�� Yes, Master. Very clean, Master,� Wormtail nodded eagerly, grinning through his ratty face. �He
never knew what hit him. It�s like as if he died in his sleep. No one would
suspect anything, not even the Muggles or any wizards
or Mudbloods living nearby.�

�� Good. Now off with you. Clean up
the place or ward up this manor or something. Liat and
I have a little �housewarming� to do.�

�� Wormtail bowed
before quickly leaving to do his usual menial tasks. As ironic as it may sound,
Harry didn�t want Wormtail to leave. He�d rather have
him around than being left alone with this man who took pleasure in torturing
people for his own entertainment, but he knew it was wishful thinking. He could
not defy Voldemort in his condition now and he knew Wormtail would follow this wretched man down to ends of the
earth. And he did not need to be a genius to know that once he was left alone
with this bastard, he was to serve his purpose other than serving him material
needs.

�� So, shall we get started on a
little house-warming there, Liat?� Voldemort asked as he grinned mischievously.

�� Y�Yes, milord,� Harry sighed,
knowing that he had no place in denying.

�� What�s the matter, Liat?� Voldemort asked as he lifted
Harry�s skirt, revealing the boy�s pussy and flicked
his finger at the clit. �You don�t seem too into it.�

�� No
shit, Sherlock, Harry thought as he bit his lip at the flick.

�� Then,� Voldemort
pulled him down the hallway into what looked like the study room and waved his
wand to close and lock the door, putting silencing charms about it, �lemme help you get into it. Sit on the desk and spread your
legs for me.�

�� Harry moved reluctantly onto the
desk and lifted the skirt of his nightie fully,
baring the pussy for all to see, looking away, not wanting to face the man.

�� If you like pussies so much, why don�t
you just kidnap some girl and fuck her, or look for a real female slave
instead?�

�� I did try a few times when I was
out, but they can never compare with the one that you display in front of me,� Voldemort said as he gently slapped Harry�s
thighs to coax him to open his legs wider. �Besides, what can be kinkier,� he leaned
down and teased the clit with the tip of his tongue while his hands rested
gently on his inner thighs, �than fucking a pussy boy who is pregnant and ultra
sensitive to every touch I make?�

�� You�You mother fucker!� Harry
cursed, biting back a moan as he was already starting to drip.

�� Now that you say it, I am, am I not?� Voldemort
laughed before he peppered kisses on the clit and on the folds of the boy�s
pussy.

�� As Harry covered his face, writhing
and bucking under Voldemort�s talented mouth, the
older man kissed the pussy some more before taking the swollen clit into his
lips, sucking at them. Harry was unable to contain the yelp of pleasure that
escaped from his lips as Voldemort slowly inches his
tongue into his pussy, tongue-fucking him in a slow and steady rhythm, feeling himself almost coming to the edge of sanity. His mind was
telling him to shut this all out, to ignore everything that had been bombarded
over his body, but his body was begging Voldemort�s
tongue to move faster, deeper and harder. He really hated himself right now for
allowing hormones to take over his rationale.

�� Mmm�Going
to come, aren�t we?� Voldemort asked before going in as
deep as he could, tongue-fucking him a little harder.

�� Harry let out a wail as he came, his
body shivering and shaking, while Voldemort swallowed
every drop as he diddled the clit to milk him out more, making the boy jerk and
buck.

�� Oh god!
Milord, please!� Harry begged, his whole body being oversensitive. �Stop, stop, STOP!!�

�� Mmm�Delicious
as expected,� Voldemort licked him clean and looked
up at the boy. �You came just by being tongue-fucked alone. You�re really
enjoying it, aren�t you?�

�� Harry didn�t reply, not sure whether
it was from defiance or from the fact that he was panting like he just run a
10-mile marathon.

�� Come on now, Liat.
Don�t go enjoying it all on your own now. My cock needs attention to. And I want
you to do it while stroking yourself again. I want to see you come from sucking
me.�

�� Despite Harry�s
shaky knees, the older man made him kneel on the floor as he took off his
pants. Taking hold of the man meat, Harry tentatively licked the tip, making Voldemort hiss with delight, though in all truth, Harry
wished it to be Severus� cock that he was sucking. Harry took the head in his
mouth, sucking lightly before pulling off like he was trained to. His other
hand was busy working his own vagina as instructed by Voldemort,
wincing as he felt Voldemort�s hand reaching down to
tweak his nipples. Biting back a moan, he took Voldemort�s
cock back in his mouth. He blushed as he started to finger his clit. It felt
strange to him, touching something that wasn�t supposed to be there, that wasn�t
supposed to belong to him, but in another way, it felt rather good, almost so much better than it felt stroking his cock. The
pleasure was deep inside, burning within his crotch, unlike the feel of pumping
a cock that felt rather external. It felt wrong, but at the same time so right.

�� He really hated himself right now.

�� Voldemort was
starting to moan and pant from Harry giving him head, ordering the boy to take
more and diddle himself faster. He could tell that the boy was about to come
before him as he ran his hair along the boy�s dark ebony tresses, chuckling
darkly at the way Harry wanted to hold back in fear of Voldemort�s
wrath if he ever capped off before him.

�� C�mon, boy, you can do better than
that. I thought I told you to come while you suck me. I want to feel your voice
on my cock as you come from sucking me.�

�� Harry whimpered, but one last flick
of that bud sent him over the edge. Severus moaned and screamed and whined all
through his orgasm, unable t contain himself. The vibration from Harry�s voice on his cock was giving him a sensual jolt in
his system, not to mention the sexy way Harry writhed and screamed his orgasm
with his dick still in his mouth. He wanted to pull out, remembering that he
made a deal with Harry not to come in his mouth, but Harry was the one to pull
back, panting and gulping for air, his body trembling with the force as the
older man finally came, covering the boy�s face and nightie
with his warm seed.

�� M�Milord�You promised�� Harry
whined, his hand weakly stroking the cock still to milk him out some more like
he was trained to.

�� Yes, I know that, Liat,� Voldemort growled, �but I never
gave permission for you to pull out without my orders.�

�� I�I didn�t mean�I��
Harry wanted to cower away from him, trying to avoid punishment but he couldn�t
get up thanks to the double orgasm he had just now. Voldemort
smirked at that sight and waved a cleaning spell over
Harry before carrying the boy bridal style.

�� Too much to
handle, eh? Seems like you really enjoyed yourself a
little. But you�re not off the hook yet. I�m gonna
punish you for pulling out without my permission.�

�� Harry definitely knew what he meant
as Voldemort carried him upstairs to the master
bedroom of the manor.

A/N: Urgh~! Poor Harry~! Again, I only
have the power to inflict pain and pleasure and no means of saving them just
yet; the situation doesn�t allow me to~! Reviews plz!
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