Daimons

I was depressed yesterday when I wrote I was going to discontinue this story. Feeling much better today and talking to a couple of friends I decided I will probably continue. I like the way my story is going and it was pointed out to me that I was the only one who has to like it. Those who do like my story, thank you...it means a lot to me.

Gavin was in an evil mood. He looked for and found the most undesirable pub in Knockturn Alley. The room was packed with thieves, pickpockets, murders, and prostitutes. He had been drinking since early morning and was itching for a fight. If someone didn’t start one soon, he would have to something about that. He was finishing his fifth or sixth ale when he felt someone brush up against him. Smiling he downed the last of his drink with one hand, with the other he reached sideway to grab the mousey little man that had just pickpocketed him. He was so small he felt like throwing him back in but then again beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“What, little man, do you think you’re doing?” Gavin lifted him in the air with one arm. The mousey man’s feet scurried in midair.

“Kind sir, I have nothing to warrant such treatment. Please let me down and I’ll be on my way.”

“No, you did nothing? If I don’t find my money pouch in your coat pocket, I will let you live but if I find what is mine in that pocket I will skin you alive.”

He squirmed in earnest. “I found a pouch of gallons on the floor. If it yours I will gladly give it back… please… please… don’t hurt me.” Gavin reached into the man’s pocket and took his pouch out plus a few extra Gallons for his trouble.

“What should I do with you little man? Skin you from the feet up? Or perhaps I should start in the middle?”

“Let the wretch go. He’s not worth your time and effort.” A hand grasped the arm that held the quivering man. “I have much bigger fish for you to fry.”

Gavin dropped the man to the floor. The little man didn’t take the time it would take to stand but instead scurried away as fast as he could.

“You better not be lying or you might become my entertainment for the night.” Gavin slapped a Gallon down for his drink.

“I promise that you will be fully entertained for the evening. Would you care to join me?”

“I join no man without knowing his name.”

The man smile was, the best word for it, evil. “Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy.” He offered his hand.

“Unless you wish to become my bitch you should retract your hand.”

Lucius slowly lowered his hand. “Being your bitch may have some benefits. I’ve heard stories about Daimons’ endowments. Are they true?”

“You may find out by the end of the evening, if the entertainment is stimulating. You seem to know a lot about me Mr. Malfoy. You probably already know my name.”

“Indeed I do… Gavin. Would you care to follow me?”

“With an arse like yours I’m surprised you don’t have a pack of wolves sniffing you out.”

“I choose who I bed. Now enough of the innuendoes, we have people to meet.”

“Lead on, Macduff.”

“The name’s Malfoy.” Lucius turned on his heal and sauntered out of the pub, never looking back to see if he was being followed or not. Gavin grabbed a patron’s Fire Whiskey and downed it. He shuttered, threw his head back and followed Malfoy out of the pub.

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Remus’ arms were pinned behind his back. A werewolf on each side of him held him still. Greyback meandered up to his captive and, without a word of acknowledgement, took his sharp claws and swiped the defenseless werewolf across the face. Remus’ cry could be heard through the encampment. Three claws left ruts in Lupin’s face, starting from his left temple going down across the bridge on his nose and ending at the jaw line.

“You may be a brave man Lupin, but a very foolish werewolf, kill him,” he ordered as he stepped away.

“If you kill me you’ll never get what you truly desire,” Remus yelled at the retreating werewolf leader. Greyback stopped in his tracks and wondered if he should spare him long enough to hear what he had to say. He could always kill him later.

“You better not be playing games with me Lupin or your death will be excruciating.”

“Believe what you wish Greyback but I am not a stupid werewolf. I would have never have come here if I didn’t think I could make it out alive. This will be singularly the most important decision you have ever made, that I promise you.”

Greyback stared into Remus’ eyes for any sign of deception. Seeing none he motioned to his guards. “Clean his wounds and bring him to my cave. We will talk Lupin, I guarantee nothing.”

“That is all I ask.” He figured that gave him at least a couple hours of life, and if he lived through this then there was a chance he could live another day or even a week. He could live long enough to see his child or even his children grow. This may not be the end of his life but the beginning of the rest of it. He prayed for a silver tongue and a goddess to guide him.

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“You bore me Malfoy. This whole night has been wasted. I should have skinned the rodent when I had a chance.”

“You are the impatient one, aren’t you? A few moments more and you will have all the excitement that you desire.”

The two men walked over a small mound and into a clearing. A huge bonfire roared as masses of men and women were scattered about. All were, in someway, disrobed. A few were even fornicating while others watched. Sitting on a throne made of stone, sat one of the ugliest men Gavin had ever seen.

“That is Voldemort.” Lucius had leaned in close to whisper in Gavin’s ear. “Try not to anger him. If you do you will pay dearly.”

“You must introduce me to your ‘Voldemort’. I do like powerful, evil wizards.” He smiled as he boldly walked up to the Dark Lord. Gavin stood a few feet away from the red-eyed creature with his head held high.

“Lucius you bring me an ill-mannered wizard. Is this the surprise you promised me? If it is, my most loyal servant, I am not pleased.”

The blood red eyes narrowed and looked into the mind of Gavin. He saw no treachery and relaxed a bit. He leaned back in his throne of stone and studied the man that stood before him.

“My Lord,” Lucius fell to his knees, “he is not just a wizard. He is a Daimon named Gavin. He could be very useful to our cause.” Lucius forehead was pressed to the ground waiting for approval to rise.

This caught Voldmort’s attention. He rose slowly and went to Gavin. With a shove of his foot he pushed Malfoy over, out of his way. This was his permission to rise.

“A Daimon? So far from home.” Voldemort ran a long fingernail down his cheek. “Why are you so far from home?”

Gavin gave the Dark Lord a sneer, as he gave him a slight shove and sat down on the throne. There was a gasp of horror and time seemed to freeze.

Gavin looked at all the shocked faces and wondered what the big deal was. “I walked a long way and I’m tired,” he said as if that should have settled the matter.

No one moved, waiting to see there Master’s reaction. The crowd seemed disappointed when Voldemort laughed.

“You are a very stupid, Daimon. Now off my thrown before I hex you.” Lucius tried and couldn’t remember the last time Voldemort laughed so hard. “Now, for your impertinence, Crucio.” Gavin writhed of the ground, arching his back in pain. There was a roar of approval from the crowd. The Dark Lord, trying to make a point, left the curse on longer than normal. This man must learn his place.

When the unforgivable had finally stopped, Gavin lay gasping for breath. A moment passed before he slowly rose from the ground. He stood on wobbly legs as he brushed the dirt off his clothes. He looked directly into the red eyes of Voldemort and with a smirk said, “Is that all you have?”

“You would do well to remember, Daimon, that is not all I have. Why have you brought this man here Lucius?”

“Hogwarts is crawling with Daimons.” This did get Voldemort’s attention.

“Why are there Daimons at Hogwarts?” the Dark Lord asked Gavin.

“I’m not privy to their conversation but what I understand is that Dumbledork talked Armstrong…”

“Armstrong?” Voldemorts asked Lucius.

“Their leader,” Lucius replied.

With a nod of his head the Dark Lord encouraged Gavin to continue.

Without missing a beat Gavin continued. “…into this war by inferring that once you won the war here that you would come after us. I thought it was a bunch of hogwash. Then Armstrong bonded with Severus and the decision was made.”

“Severus is bonded with a Daimon.” His eyes flared.

“He is with child Master,” Lucius added.

“This is too good.” Voldemort swirled, his cloak flaring out, gaining everyone’s attention. “The person who kills Severus’ offspring will not only gain favor with me but will receive 10,000 gallons for their effort.” A cheer rose from the crowd. “Remember only the child. I want Severus alive. He is mine. I will have no man betray me.” He faced Gavin. “You, young Daimon, what do you want?”

“Besides joining you?” Voldemort nodded yes. “I want Lucius naked, there.” Gavin pointed to the ground in front of Voldemort’s throne.

“Lucius, give the boy what he wants.” He stepped up to his throne to watch what may come next.

“My Lord, no,” Lucius words were barely audible.

“Do you question me my servant?”

“Never my Lord.” He slowly started to unbutton his shirt. It seemed it took forever for Voldemort’s favorite to strip naked. Embarrassed, he reluctantly got on his hands and knees and waited.

“You asked me if it was true about Daimons’ cocks. You, my new friend, are about to find out how true it is.”

Lucius felt even more humiliated. Gavin did not undress but unzipped his fly and pull out his engorged cock. Lucius would have admired such a cock if it wasn’t about to plummet his arse.

Gavin leaned over Lucius’ back, his fingers toying with Lucius’ tight hole as the other reached under him and stroked the flaccid cock. He whispered softly into his soon to be lover’s ear. “You’ll be begging me soon and your orgasm will be fierce. You will pass out in pleasure. This I promise.”

There was no way for Lucius to resist once Gavin started to manipulate his body. Edelman had taught Gavin well at how to pleasure his partner and Gavin pulled every trick he knew to drive the arrogant Lucius mad with pleasure.

Soon, Lucius was begging incoherently for Gavin to take ‘his virgin hole’. Holding the man’s hips he slowly pushed his way through the tight muscle until he was completely seated in Lucius. Gavin moaned in pleasure. There was nothing better than a tight hole. Not waiting, Gavin gave a few hard, strong thrusts, bringing a cry from the man beneath him. Glancing at the Dark Lord he noticed that his action had not gone unnoticed. Voldemort was caressing his snake like cock. Stroking it slowly up and down as he watched intently.

Lucius laid his face in the dirt offering better access to Gavin. Nearing his own orgasm, Gavin took pity on his partner and reached beneath Lucius for his neglected prick. After a few firm strokes, Lucius spilled his seed into the dirt while his scream was muffled by the dirt in his face. Gavin felt the arse clench around his own cock taking him over the edge into his own orgasmic bliss.

Slipping out of his partner he slipped his softening cock back into his slacks. Lucius lay asleep on the ground, his hair matted with sweat and dirt, the blood and come mingled with the dust leaving black streaks down his legs.

Gavin stood next to Voldemort as they looked down at the debauched Lucius.

“I do believe he has never looked so… inviting as he does this moment.” Lucius’ hole seemed to be winking at them. Voldemort licked his lip in contemplation of a night with his servant. He had always thought of him as the dominate partner but seeing him beg for Gavin’s cock put a new and wonderful spin on his and his pet’s relationship.

“Stay,” Voldemort ordered Gavin. “We’ll talk tomorrow and discuss your position in my organization.”

“Yes. I do seem to be worn out. Should we put him to bed?” Gavin kicked one of Lucius’ heels.

“Leave him. He can take care of himself when he wakes. Come, your room is next to mine. You were impressive. You will have to show me how you did some of those moves. I’ve know Lucius for almost twenty years and never once have I ever seen him beg.”

“All in the technique, my Lord, all in the technique,” Gavin said as he followed his new Master into their dwellings.

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