Drabbling Harry Potter
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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
18,436
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
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Malfoy’s Don’t Whimper - SB/LM
WARNINGS: Slash, best, S/M, bondage... IF YOU DON\"T LIKE THESE THINGS DON\"T READ THE FIC!
TITLE: Malfoy’s Don’t Whimper
AUTHOR: Zephyr
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: SB/LM
SUMMARY: Lucius finds himself at the hands of a twisted and snarky Sirius Black. For Inell.
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Lucius closed his eyes and made a noise that sounded suspiciously like whimpering. The rough, wet texture of a tongue wrapped around his cock almost painfully. His eyes snapped open when sharp teeth bit into his sac, not maiming, but hard enough, tight enough to make him gasp in shock. Lucius was almost horrified by the sight that met his eyes; a big black dog was holding delicate parts of his anatomy in its mouth. A quick snap and a very important part of him would be dinner for a mongrel.
Lucius pulled at the straps that pulled his arms almost painfully upwards by his wrists bound behind his back. Besides being bent over by this uncomfortable course of straps and ropes, his legs were spread almost lewdly by the ropes around his ankles. Lucius refused to cry out, his pride was all but broken but it was all he had left. He struggled as far as the ropes would let him, bent over and spread as he was.
He bit back a moan when he felt the canine’s teeth release him, but he stiffened when he heard the animal’s nails click against the stone floor as it padded around in front of him. As far as he was concerned animals didn’t have feelings or emotions but he could swear that that dog smirked as it rose up and licked his face the sat back on its haunches to watch his reaction to the slimy saliva slowly drying on his cheek.
Lucius watched in horror as the dog began to grow before his eyes. It was when the snout began to recede into a rugged, familiar face with dark haunted eyes that he realized that the dog was an Animagus, a naked, tattooed Animagus.
“You!” he gasped.
“Who else would want to have you like this?” His tormentor grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to meet grey eyes so dark they were nearly as dark as his name; Black.
Sirius Black, the reprobate cousin of his wife, next did the unimaginable. He kissed Lucius hard, swift, and demanding. He pulled again on Lucius’ long blond hair forcing a gasp that opened his clenched jaw to Sirius’ invasion.
“You smell sweet, Lucius,” Sirius told him softly as he laid his nose against the skin of his captive’s neck, “You stink of fear and loathing; I like it. It suits you more than the most expensive colognes.”
“You filthy blood traitor. Let me out of here or I’ll–”
“You’ll what, Lucius?” Sirius sneered at the bound man in front of him, “You’ll initiate a blood feud on my family? I am the last of the Blacks, my dear Lucius, and this bloodline dies with me. A pretty pointless blood feud, unless you are going to murder your wife and her sisters. Besides, I am technically not even the heir to the Black name. Did you forget that I was disowned when I refused Voldemort?”
Lucius flinched at the sound of his Master’s name then raged silently that he could not intimidate this man, that there was no threat of retaliation that he could bargain with. Damn Sirius Black!
“What? Nothing to say, Lucius?” mocked Sirius, “No protestations of innocence?”
Lucius kept his thoughts to himself. He wasn’t going to give that blighter the satisfaction of a response.
“That’s just as well,” Sirius continued, “I’ve wasted enough time as it is. I am going to enjoy making you whimper.”
“Malfoy’s don’t whimper,” Lucius responded between clenched teeth.
“Then, I’ll make you scream,” Sirius replied as he brought the iron tipped flogger down on his back.
Lucius woke with a scream.
He sat bolt upright and looked around in amazement. The sting on his back still felt real, but he was not bound, there was no Sirius Black, long since dead, and he was not being brutally punished for his crimes. His crimes. Thirty years he spent in service to his lord, more than enough time to build up enough evil doings to see him in hell. Thirty years to know exactly how to worm his way out of any kind of true punishment for everything he did.
He breathed a sigh of relief but couldn’t help but wonder when the guilt would pass, when his subconscious would finally release him from his private hell ruled by the last of the Black’s, the one innocent pureblood who has gone through hell and lived to escape it. Sirius Black was the one man who knew true darkness, lived with it and survived, until his own flesh and blood murdered him in the Department of Mysteries. The one man who, by his guilt for a crime he did not commit, allowed himself to be punished for twelve years in the worst of hells on earth, Azkaban Prison. That man was the only one worthy enough to be Lucius’s judge, jury, and castigator.
Nights like this made Lucius wish that Bellatrix had killed someone else that night.
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Inell’s Challenge:
Harry Potter Pairing/Character(s) Desired: Lucius/Sirius
Element(s) Desired: Padfoot, Lucius whimpering, bondage, hate sex?
Maximum Rating Acceptable: NC-17
Preferred Genre: Angst PWP
Thank you to Dryad and Schmoo for the read throughs.
TITLE: Malfoy’s Don’t Whimper
AUTHOR: Zephyr
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: SB/LM
SUMMARY: Lucius finds himself at the hands of a twisted and snarky Sirius Black. For Inell.
________
Lucius closed his eyes and made a noise that sounded suspiciously like whimpering. The rough, wet texture of a tongue wrapped around his cock almost painfully. His eyes snapped open when sharp teeth bit into his sac, not maiming, but hard enough, tight enough to make him gasp in shock. Lucius was almost horrified by the sight that met his eyes; a big black dog was holding delicate parts of his anatomy in its mouth. A quick snap and a very important part of him would be dinner for a mongrel.
Lucius pulled at the straps that pulled his arms almost painfully upwards by his wrists bound behind his back. Besides being bent over by this uncomfortable course of straps and ropes, his legs were spread almost lewdly by the ropes around his ankles. Lucius refused to cry out, his pride was all but broken but it was all he had left. He struggled as far as the ropes would let him, bent over and spread as he was.
He bit back a moan when he felt the canine’s teeth release him, but he stiffened when he heard the animal’s nails click against the stone floor as it padded around in front of him. As far as he was concerned animals didn’t have feelings or emotions but he could swear that that dog smirked as it rose up and licked his face the sat back on its haunches to watch his reaction to the slimy saliva slowly drying on his cheek.
Lucius watched in horror as the dog began to grow before his eyes. It was when the snout began to recede into a rugged, familiar face with dark haunted eyes that he realized that the dog was an Animagus, a naked, tattooed Animagus.
“You!” he gasped.
“Who else would want to have you like this?” His tormentor grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to meet grey eyes so dark they were nearly as dark as his name; Black.
Sirius Black, the reprobate cousin of his wife, next did the unimaginable. He kissed Lucius hard, swift, and demanding. He pulled again on Lucius’ long blond hair forcing a gasp that opened his clenched jaw to Sirius’ invasion.
“You smell sweet, Lucius,” Sirius told him softly as he laid his nose against the skin of his captive’s neck, “You stink of fear and loathing; I like it. It suits you more than the most expensive colognes.”
“You filthy blood traitor. Let me out of here or I’ll–”
“You’ll what, Lucius?” Sirius sneered at the bound man in front of him, “You’ll initiate a blood feud on my family? I am the last of the Blacks, my dear Lucius, and this bloodline dies with me. A pretty pointless blood feud, unless you are going to murder your wife and her sisters. Besides, I am technically not even the heir to the Black name. Did you forget that I was disowned when I refused Voldemort?”
Lucius flinched at the sound of his Master’s name then raged silently that he could not intimidate this man, that there was no threat of retaliation that he could bargain with. Damn Sirius Black!
“What? Nothing to say, Lucius?” mocked Sirius, “No protestations of innocence?”
Lucius kept his thoughts to himself. He wasn’t going to give that blighter the satisfaction of a response.
“That’s just as well,” Sirius continued, “I’ve wasted enough time as it is. I am going to enjoy making you whimper.”
“Malfoy’s don’t whimper,” Lucius responded between clenched teeth.
“Then, I’ll make you scream,” Sirius replied as he brought the iron tipped flogger down on his back.
Lucius woke with a scream.
He sat bolt upright and looked around in amazement. The sting on his back still felt real, but he was not bound, there was no Sirius Black, long since dead, and he was not being brutally punished for his crimes. His crimes. Thirty years he spent in service to his lord, more than enough time to build up enough evil doings to see him in hell. Thirty years to know exactly how to worm his way out of any kind of true punishment for everything he did.
He breathed a sigh of relief but couldn’t help but wonder when the guilt would pass, when his subconscious would finally release him from his private hell ruled by the last of the Black’s, the one innocent pureblood who has gone through hell and lived to escape it. Sirius Black was the one man who knew true darkness, lived with it and survived, until his own flesh and blood murdered him in the Department of Mysteries. The one man who, by his guilt for a crime he did not commit, allowed himself to be punished for twelve years in the worst of hells on earth, Azkaban Prison. That man was the only one worthy enough to be Lucius’s judge, jury, and castigator.
Nights like this made Lucius wish that Bellatrix had killed someone else that night.
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Inell’s Challenge:
Harry Potter Pairing/Character(s) Desired: Lucius/Sirius
Element(s) Desired: Padfoot, Lucius whimpering, bondage, hate sex?
Maximum Rating Acceptable: NC-17
Preferred Genre: Angst PWP
Thank you to Dryad and Schmoo for the read throughs.