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On The Dark Side	By : stargazer67 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 11597 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Before they depart, Snape gives Lavender the fertility potion; he warns her that she’ll feel some sexual heat from it as her ovaries kick into high production. He gives a small smile and says she probably won’t find it terribly unpleasant, however. He coaches her on the vows she will take, and asks if she’s ready; nervous now, she nods.
Snape takes her by Floo to Borgin and Burkes and then to the hilltop; awaiting the summons from there. When it comes, they Apparate to an underground stronghold, with a very large hall carved from the rock and a network of other rooms coming off of it. The hall has been decorated in black and silver; and Lavender shudders a little as she sees a sort of padded altar set up in the middle of the floor.
Snape walks her up to the long dais at the end of the room, and through a door behind an ornate chair. The first room behind the door is a sort of meeting room, with a long table and chairs. Through that is a plush sitting room, decorated in deep maroon, with carpets on the floor and comfortable chairs and couches (and past that, a bedroom). Voldemort is sitting in one of the chairs, wearing a midnight-black robe, and he stands up as they come in.
“Ah, Severus, right on time. And my lovely consort to be, Lavender…let me look at you.”
He comes to her and touches her face, and she is overwhelmed by desire; already having been somewhat aroused by the fertility potion. Voldemort says, “Let me dress you…” and waves his wand over her with several incantations. “Yes, that is it – take a look in the mirror, my lovely.”
Lavender goes over to the mirror and gasps; it’s nearly what she was wearing in the vision he’d given her, but better. Her robe is shimmering white, v-necked down between her breasts. She is wearing a gold and jeweled necklace that covers much of the open space; but so delicately made that it doesn’t weigh her down despite its size. Her hair has been piled artfully up around a small gold circlet in the form of two serpents facing one another, with emeralds for eyes and a black diamond between them.
Voldemort smiles and says, “What do you think, Severus?” Snape replies, “Breathtaking, my Lord.” Lavender continues to admire herself in the mirror as Voldemort says to Severus quietly, “There will be entertainment for afterwards, Severus; we’ve had a raid and collected quite a few Muggle girls for the enjoyment of the guests. Here, let me show you where they’re being kept; you can bring them out at the proper time, or task Lucius with it.”
To Lavender, he says, “Remain here for a moment, my lovely Lavender; I must see to some other preparations with Severus.” They walk back out into the main hall, where many of the other Death Eaters have already gathered, wondering why they’ve been called. Voldemort stops and holds up his hands and is given instant silence; and he says, “The announcement I have called you here for will be given in a few moments; for the meantime, please remain in the hall.”
He walks down towards a room off to the right and Severus follows; and they enter a room with 20 or so frightened girls in it. Voldemort has already used Cruciatus on them briefly to ensure their compliance, and they cower back as he enters. Snape looks them over dispassionately, not particularly feeling any desire for them; Alyssa has been dominating his thoughts and it’s actually annoyed him a bit that he hasn’t felt any desire for anyone else since then.
They walk back out, Voldemort returning to Lavender, and Snape decides that he really isn’t feeling any desire to herd the girls out into a gang-rape orgy later. He changes direction when he sees Lucius, and decides he’ll give him the task since the Dark Lord gave him permission to delegate it. Lucius will enjoy it without a doubt, and it should help mend fences a little more between them as well. Maybe it’ll even make him grateful enough to heed Snape’s request to leave Alyssa alone…

As the ceremony is about to start, Snape finds a place in the shadows along the right side of the hall - not really wanting to be too close to the action tonight. He suspects this will be quite a spectacle of debauchery, and he’s oddly disinclined to be caught up in it. He begins to wonder if Lucius had a point in a sort of sideways fashion; in that up to recently, he’d have been as avidly expectant as he knows the rest of the hall will be once they realize what they’ve been called here for.
Finally Voldemort comes out and raises his hands, and again there is instant silence. Voldemort says, “My faithful followers – I have called you here this evening to witness a unique set of vows. You see, I have found a consort, and tonight she pledges herself to me.”
Snape looks around at the guests as Lavender makes her appearance. He sees interest on the men’s faces; stunned shock on Pansy and Draco’s faces as they recognize Lavender; and fury on Bellatrix’s face.
Voldemort steps behind Lavender on the dais and caresses her, running his hands up her body to the neck of her robes, and then pulling them apart with a swift gesture. Lavender is naked under the robes and she steps out of them as the men in the audience ogle her body. Snape scrutinizes Lavender’s face and sees she is not at all embarrassed; in fact it seems she is quite enjoying having every man’s eyes on her. He’d begun to feel a bit sorry for her and slightly guilty for his role in bringing her to this moment, but obviously she’s already allowed that dark seed within her to take root and grow.
Voldemort steps back to her side and they turn and face one another. She takes his robes in her hands and pulls them apart slowly, revealing his body. His balls and massive erect cock are strapped with a thin serpent Ouroboros in a figure-8; Snape recognizes it as a fertility charm. He wonders just how many children the Dark Lord plans to conceive tonight…
Lavender kneels before Voldemort, devotion shining in her eyes. She says, “My Lord – I pledge to you my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul; on this night and all the days and nights of my life to come. I promise to obey your every command, see to your every pleasure, welcome your seed into my womb, and bear your children with pride. I shall be a faithful servant to you until the end of my days. I beg you to accept my humble servitude, my Lord and my Master. I beg you to allow me to show my complete submission before all, to taste your seed upon my tongue, as the first binding of me to you as your loyal concubine.”
Voldemort nods and she takes him into her mouth, licking and sucking him with great pleasure. Snape again looks around at the other guests, and sees many of the men adjusting themselves, some with their hands lingering on their erections. Even Bellatrix has lost her look of fury and has replaced it with a look of rapturous desire - transported by seeing the Dark Lord’s massive cock, even if someone else is pleasuring it. Lucius has moved around behind Parkinson and is rubbing his erection against her ass, his hand inside her robe and fingering her pussy, while Draco watches the dais with astonishment and Narcissa with detachment.
After some time, Voldemort climaxes in Lavender’s mouth; and obviously his fertility charm has greatly increased the volume of his sperm, because Snape can see Lavender swallowing repeatedly as his cock keeps pulsing, much longer than the normal few seconds of climax.
Voldemort finally pulls out of her mouth, though his cock remains hard – and, extending his hand to her, he says, “Rise, my virgin consort. Our binding is half complete; with the taking of your maidenhood it will be complete. Come, my lovely; we will complete the ceremony on the altar that has been set for us. My faithful followers – I present to you my consort.”
A path opens between the guests as they fall to one knee at the Dark Lord’s presentation of her, and Lavender feels a rush of power. Voldemort leads her to the altar in the middle of the floor; the base is marble, but the top is overlaid with a deep cushion covered in white velvet. Voldemort picks her up in his arms and lays her gently on the altar, and then bends down between her legs, licking her clit and pussy as she gasps and moans. He doesn’t bring her to a climax, instead stopping and climbing up onto the altar with her, positioning himself between her legs.
As he pushes the head of his cock into her, stretching her painfully, she moans with both pleasure and pain; saying, “Take me, my Lord, please…” Leaning down until his face is inches from hers, he looks deeply into her eyes and says so only she can hear, “Open your mind to me, fully. Hold nothing back.” She nods; and with a very sharp thrust, he breaks her hymen and buries his cock to the hilt in her, while invading every corner of her mind, and completely overlaying it with his own.
He thrusts slowly into her as he sifts through her mind, creating some new pathways and associations in her mind; such as pleasure from pain, both when receiving pain, and causing it. He knows the change is successful when her whimpers from the pain of his cock stretching her so cruelly turn to moans of pleasure. His next objective is to bring her to a climax – he has one more thing to claim, tonight, and the moment of her climax will be the optimum time to claim it.
She is looking at him with complete devotion, murmuring to him to fill her with his seed; and he leans down and whispers in her ear, “Your soul, my consort…is your soul mine, as well?” She moans, “Yes, yes, my Lord and Master – my soul is yours, take it if you will…” As she begins to climax, he covers her mouth with his, his tongue twining with hers in a deep kiss – and then begins to draw her soul out of her body and into his own. Such is her devotion that even as she feels her soul leaving her, and her body dying, she does not resist; her last thought is only of pleasure as her consciousness fades…

The enchantment that Voldemort had placed on the altar had meant that the sensations from her climax had spread outward in waves, and were felt by all present as though it was happening to them; so none of them are paying any attention to what’s happening right at this moment. Except for Snape; his accomplishment at Occlumency had meant that he could ignore the barrage of sensation against his mind. He alone sees Lavender go still, her eyes open but staring at nothing, while Voldemort seems to have gained tenfold in power. Snape is certain that Lavender is dead; but he can’t imagine why Voldemort would have bothered with the fertility charm on him and potion for her, if he had intended to kill her.

Voldemort is at the height of ecstasy, having a whole soul for his own again, after all this time of living with only a partial remnant of a soul, from his creation of the Horcruxes. Since he has killed Lavender, he is able to tear what’s left of his soul one more time; and he breathes the larger portion of his soul back into Lavender, and then incorporates her soul into the last remnant of his, making it his own. This was the reason he needed her willing cooperation; her soul was the one thing he could never have taken from her by force.
Snape sees Lavender begin to breathe again after Voldemort has covered her mouth with his a second time, and he wonders what the Dark Lord has just done. He suspects the taking of her soul, given the sudden increase in Voldemort’s vitality; but he’s not sure what Voldemort has given back to her. She definitely has a different sort of look on her face now though, much more cunning and crafty; and she has a much more knowing look as she meets the Dark Lord's thrusts into her.

Lavender isn’t sure what’s just happened, she thinks she passed out from the intensity of her climax; but everything feels different, now. For one thing, she is now feeling a doubled sensation; like she is both the taker and the taken. She can feel herself plunging into herself, like it is her own cock filling her own pussy.
She tries to control it and realizes she can’t do that; she can just feel his sensations as well as hers. She also feels completely different within herself, but she’s not sure how or why. Perhaps this is how all women feel when they become women; much more adult, much more confident, and much more cunning. But she’s not sure why she also feels somehow a bit less alive, like there is something missing…

Having a whole soul again makes Voldemort want to howl in pleasure, and he increases the pace of his thrusts as he builds towards his own climax. Not only does he have a new life now, he knows he is about to create new life as well. His balls begin to swell as the charm causes the production of his seed to go into overdrive; and moments later, he feels the intense waves of pleasure as his cock pumps jet after jet of his seed deep into Lavender’s womb. He mutters an incantation as he continues to climax, and feels a spot midway up her vaginal wall grow intensely hot against his cock. He’s gratified that this spell worked the way he’d hoped as well – she now has a Dark Mark, inside her.

Snape sees that the sensory waves from the Dark Lord’s climax have prostrated nearly everyone, most of them writhing on the floor as they experience his pleasure in their minds. Snape sighs and decides that Lucius will likely be plunging his cock into Parkinson as soon as he recovers, so it’s up to him to retrieve the Muggle girls. He goes into the room and casts Divestio on all of them, and then herds them out into the room like so many sacrificial goats. As the men recover and see them, they are seized greedily by those who didn’t already have a partner with them; and soon the entire floor space around the altar is full of frenzied coupling bodies.
This feeds back to both Voldemort and Lavender, and he lifts her up and turns her over, putting her on her hands and knees and pushing his still-hard cock into her ass. She screams in pleasure at the intense pain from the size of him; and also because she feels the doubled sensations as before (because his soul now resides in both of their bodies).
Snape is aroused in spite of himself at this point, the wash of sensations from all directions now too much even for his protections; and when he sees someone finish with one of the Muggle girls, he casts Divestio on himself and takes his place on top of her. He closes his eyes as he thrusts into her, not really thinking at all but just concentrating on the physical sensation until he climaxes. Another Death Eater is waiting when he pulls out, so he reclothes himself and wanders back into the shadows, wondering if Voldemort will be upset with him if he leaves.
He figures that the Dark Lord will not have any further use for him tonight, and if he does, he can always summon him back. He knows that Lucius will be one of the last to leave and thinks to find Narcissa to tell her to give his best to the Dark Lord if needed; but apparently she was overcome by the sensations from the altar as well. He spots her lying under Mulciber, while Lucius is taking a turn with one of the Muggle girls, and Draco with Parkinson. Snape decides he’ll just go anyway, he can always make the excuse that his cover requires him not to be gone for too long.
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