Seduction of Darkness
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The Bonding and the Rescue
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter.
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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Beta – Catherine Siviter
Chapter 14
The Bonding and the Rescue
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“Harry…”
“Ron!” Harry snapped, “I’m working on it!”
“I’ve been stuck here for a bloody month! And being chained in a cell and getting tortured everyday isn’t exactly my idea of fun!”
“Don’t forget that I am saving your arse! Can you at least be patient?”
“Saving my arse?” Ron snorted, “If you were trying we would have been out of here a long time ago! I bet you joined Voldemort just because he shoved his cock up in your arse!”
Harry growled and smashed the healing potion on the wall. If only he would shove his blasted cock up my arse, Harry thought angrily.
“Think what you want to think, Ron.” He glared, “I am so tired of you complaining that I’m not fast enough!”
He strolled out of the dungeons as fast as his legs could carry him without making it look like he was breaking out into a run.
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“One week till the full moon,” Harry muttered under his breath. “And I still haven’t found a way to convince Tom to shag me.”
He flopped down onto the couch, watching the flames as he recalled the last time he had tried to seduce Tom.
Flashback
“Tom…” Harry groaned as Voldemort trailed kisses all over his stomach. “Please…”
Voldemort smirked as he pulled Harry’s pants down, and hovered over Harry’s cock.
“Please what?” He purred.
“Please touch me…” Harry gasped, feeling his cock harden even more as the hot breath caressed him.
Voldemort smiled and bent down to dip his tongue in and out of Harry’s navel.
Harry moaned and buried his fingers in Voldemort’s black hair.
“Please…” He tugged Voldemort’s head over towards his cock.
“I am touching you, Harry.” Voldemort panted.
“Please…I want you to suck it…” Harry wailed.
“Your wish is my command.” Voldemort purred and swallowed Harry’s cock to the root.
Harry let out a soft scream and tightened his grip on Voldemort’s hair as Voldemort bobbed his head.
“Tom...fuck...” Harry gasped as Voldemort swirled his tongue over his cock’s head, “I’m going to…”
Harry screamed Voldemort’s name as he came violently down Voldemort’s mouth. Voldemort drank every drop and released Harry’s soft cock.
Harry pulled Voldemort into a deep kiss, tasting himself in the progress.
“Tom…” He gasped as they parted, “I want you in me.”
Voldemort frowned.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! Please Tom, please…”
Voldemort sighed.
“Harry, there’s something you need to know…” He started, “I’m a Veela.”
Harry stared at Voldemort for a moment and then smiled.
“I already know.”
Voldemort looked surprised.
“You do? Since when?”
Harry ran his hands over Voldemort’s back.
“My first week here, actually. I kinda figured it out.”
Voldemort scowled.
“You do realize that if we have sex, we are going to be bonded, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.” Harry said softly. “Please, Tom.” He arched his hips upward, his cock hard again.
Voldemort groaned.
“Harry…I don’t think you’re ready for this…”
“I am ready, Tom.” Harry moaned.
“Harry,” Voldemort put his hands on Harry’s hips, successfully trapping it. “You don’t have to do it because I need to bond. I can wait.”
“But…” Harry started.
“No, Harry. It doesn’t matter to me. I know you’re not ready.” Voldemort said and he lay down beside Harry and wrapped his arms around him. “Now sleep.”
Harry sighed and closed his eyes.
End Flashback
Harry sighed again. Only one week till the full moon. Here he thought shagging Voldemort was supposed to be easy compared to brewing a bunch of useless potions.
He wasn’t going to have sex with Voldemort because of the rescue. He was going to have it because he wanted to. He was ready.
It scared Harry to death that he had fallen for his worst enemy so fast and so hard.
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“Tough day?” said Harry as Voldemort sat down on the couch beside him. He leant over to kiss him briefly.
“You have no idea.” Voldemort sighed, “Why are my Death-Eaters so incompetent?”
Harry rolled his eyes and rested his head on Voldemort’s shoulder.
“Another failed raid?”
Voldemort grimaced.
“You know, if you want to rule the world, you should probably try to break the three schools, and the ministry. Then the rest of the people will follow.”
Voldemort glanced at him.
“Well, you’re not totally useless.”
Harry laughed.
“Actually,” Voldemort said, “I was wondering if you would come with me on a date tomorrow night?”
“Are you sure people aren’t going to recognize you?”
Voldemort smirked.
“No one knows that I am Tom Riddle before I became Lord Voldemort. Plus, I’ve always had my hood on during Death Eater meetings. Shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Sure,” said Harry. “Where are we going?”
“A French restaurant.” Voldemort murmured, stroking Harry’s hair.
“Is it for wizards?”
“Yes.”
“Do I need a glamour?” asked Harry.
“Hum…” Voldemort looked at him, “Yes, I suppose. Can’t have every one know that you’ve escaped my prison, can we? I’ll prepare a potion.”
“Sounds good.” Harry replied and leaned into the touch.
Sounds perfect for the shag after, too. He thought.
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“Are you ready?” Voldemort asked from outside the room.
“Just a moment.” Harry shouted, and raked his hand through his hair again. He was dressed in skin-tight leather pants, knee high black boots and a black silk shirt, with deep green robes. He looked himself in the mirror again. Yep, he was edible.
“I’m ready.” Harry opened the door and stepped out of the room. Voldemort was standing outside the door and waiting for him.
Voldemort was in black trousers and a green shirt, with a black robe on. He gasped and widened his eyes as Harry came out.
“You look wonderful, Harry.” He said softly.
“So do you.” Harry said, and held Voldemort’s hand. “So, where’s the potion?”
Voldemort broke out of his daze and reached inside of his robes.
“It’ll last until you drink the antidote.” He said, handing the potion to Harry.
“Excellent.” Harry drank the potion in one gulp. It tasted like lemonade.
He ran into his room again and stood in front of the mirror. He now had brown hair and brown eyes, with high cheekbones. Not bad.
“Not bad.” He murmured.
Voldemort smiled and held out his arm.
“Shall we?”
Harry beamed and hugged the Dark Lord in a tight embrace.
They both disappeared with a pop.
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They landed in a private room in the restaurant. The room was painted black and silver, and in the centre was a small table with two seats, roses on the centre and the napkin, salt and pepper already in its place.
The waiter waiting beside the table pulled bowed slightly as they settled in. Harry picked up the menu.
He frowned as he flipped the page. Most of the menu was in French, the things that were written in English were of foods that Harry had never even heard of.
“See anything you like?” Voldemort said.
“Er…” Harry handed the menu to Voldemort, “Why don\'t you pick something for me? Anything’s fine.”
Voldemort raised his eyebrow.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Anything.” Harry smiled.
Voldemort turned to the waiter and ordered their dinner in fluent French.
After the waiter had gone, Voldemort turned to Harry.
“So,” Voldemort said, “are you enjoying yourself?”
“It’s a very fancy restaurant.” Harry said, “If you’re a Veela, then does it mean that the Slytherin line were all Veelas?”
Voldemort shook his head.
“No. I was adopted into the Riddle family, I believe.” He said.
“Adopted? Your parents didn’t want you?”
Voldemort smiled.
“See, my Father, the real one, was the Veela King, and the Queen wasn’t his mate. Everyone believed that the King’s mate was dead before the King came into his inheritance. Then one day he found his mate in the Palace, and mated her…thus created me. But the Veelas will be suspicious if a young Veela just appeared out of nowhere…so my Father had no choice but to send me to the Riddles.”
Harry was silent for a moment.
“You’re the Prince of the Veelas?” He asked, “I never knew that. What about the Queen? Doesn’t she have a mate too?”
“I believe her mate was killed before she came into her inheritance.” Voldemort said. “But the Queen was okay with it when she found out that her husband had an affair.”
Harry frowned, and nodded when the waiter brought the food.
“I thought Veelas could only marry their intended.” Harry said.
“If both Veela’s intended were killed, then they can marry to each other.” Voldemort explained.
“How do you know if your mate has been killed?”
“A Veela usually finds its mate by the age of 40.” Voldemort said, “They assume that if you don’t have a mate when you’ve reached 40, then your mate is probably dead.”
“Oh.” Harry took a bite of his beef. “Why didn\'t they tell you earlier that you were a prince?”
“I don’t know.” Voldemort said, “Maybe they were trying to stall time. That’s my guess. They didn’t want this to get out so early. I think my Father is unable to rule anymore, due to old age. All the Kings retire when they’re about two hundred years old.”
“Veelas can live that long?” Harry said, surprised.
“Oh no, they can live longer. It’s just a tradition.”
“What happens if their mate dies before the Veela? I mean I’m sure wizards don’t live 200 years.”
“Once the wizard is mated to the Veela, then their bond will keep the mate alive. But that doesn’t mean they’re immortals. You can still kill them like normal people.”
Harry looked down at his food. He stared at it for a moment.
“Tom, can we dance?”
Voldemort looked surprised.
“Dance? But there’s no music…”
“Then make some.” Harry stood up and grabbed Voldemort’s hand. “Come on.”
Voldemort smiled and waved his wand, and soft music started playing.
He let Harry drag him into the centre of the room and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist as they swayed into the music.
Harry stood on the balls of his feet and planted a kiss on Voldemort’s lips. It soon turned to a battle of dominance between their tongues. Harry clinched Voldemort as if he was his lifeline, and tore his mouth away from Voldemort’s gently.
“Riddle Manor.” He gasped.
“Yes.” Voldemort agreed, and apparated them into his chamber.
As soon as they landed, Harry started to unbutton Voldemort’s robes, pushing him onto the huge bed. He straddled Voldemort’s waist and pulled his shirt out of his trousers.
Voldemort took over and pulled his shirt over his head, and threw it onto the floor. Harry gently sucked on his neck as Voldemort worked on his clothes.
Voldemort moaned and Harry’s moved onto his nipple, sucking, licking and finally biting it, making it hard and almost too sensitive to the touch.
He finally pulled the shirt over Harry’s head, and pulled Harry down for another kiss.
Harry continued to trail down Voldemort’s stomach, dipping his tongue in his navel, causing Voldemort to gasp. He locked his eyes with Voldemort’s scarlet ones, darkened with desire, and dipped his head down, using his mouth to undo his belt and the buttons of his pants. Voldemort moaned at the erotic sight, and buried his hand into Harry’s soft, black hair.
Harry reached down and discarded his own leather pants and threw then carelessly onto the floor. He pulled down Voldemort’s pants and put his hand on the base of his cock. Voldemort moaned as Harry licked kittenishly at the head, collecting his precum.
“Harry…yes…” Voldemort panted. “Ohh…”
Voldemort moaned and groaned as Harry swallowed the cock and sucked hard. He cupped the balls and rolled it around his hand. Harry pulled back up, scraping his teeth lightly on the surface of the cock as he did. Voldemort screamed, and bucked his hips.
“So good…yes…” He croaked, “More…please…”
Harry pulled the hard and leaking cock out of his mouth and pulled Voldemort into a kiss.
“Harrrry.” Voldemort gasped, “Please…Almost there…”
Harry rolled beside him and somehow managed to pull Voldemort on top of him.
“Take me.” He purred, reaching down to stroke Voldemort’s cock.
“Harry…”Voldemort grunted, “You’re not ready for this…”
“I am.” Harry said softly. “Please…”
Voldemort moaned again as Harry’s stroked harder.
“Harry…are you sure?”
“Yes.” Harry said impatiently and started to ground his hips into the older man. “Please Tom…I want to feel you inside me…”
Voldemort groaned.
“If I start now, I won’t be able to stop…”
Harry merely smiled.
“Good.” He purred and pulled Voldemort into a heated kiss.
Voldemort growled and summoned a vial of lubricant wandlessly. Harry wrapped his legs around Voldemort’s waist, watching as Voldemort spread the oil between his figures.
Voldemort circled the puckered hole with his oily finger, before pushing in slightly. Harry hissed at the pain in his lower back, tightening his channel.
“Relax, Harry.” Voldemort murmured and bent down to kiss him gently. Harry concentrated on the kiss and slowly relaxed the muscle.
Voldemort added a second finger, and twisted them inside Harry. Harry cried out in pleasure as a figure hit something inside of him that made every fibre of him scream in pleasure.
“That,” Voldemort added a third finger and began to thrust his fingers in and out of Harry, “Is your prostate.” He curled his finger and hit the spot causing Harry to wail and push back.
“That’s enough, Tom.” Harry panted, “I’m ready. I want your cock inside me.”
Voldemort groaned and placed his cock at the entrance. “Ready?” He asked, searching for Harry’s eyes.
“Tom!” Harry groaned and pushed back a little, “Hurry up!! Please!”
“Yes...” Voldemort groaned and pushed slowly inside Harry. He stopped once he was fully inside.
“Are you okay?” He asked Harry.
“Yes!! Now please move…”
“God…you’re so tight…so hot…” Voldemort moaned. He slowly pulled out and thrust back into the heat carefully. Over and over again.
“Oh…Tom…yes…I want you to fuck me hard…please.” Harry pleaded, his eyes half closed.
“Yesss…” Voldemort trailed off, and fastened his pace. Soon the bed was shaking with the force of his thrusts.
“Yes!! Right there…oh…yes…Yes…YES!! Tom!!” Harry shouted and came all over his stomach.
Voldemort stiffened as the walls tightened around him. He came a moment later, shouting his lover’s name.
Voldemort collapsed on top of Harry and pulled his softened cock out. He wrapped his arms around his lover and fell asleep.
Harry was hard of keep his eyes open.
Have to do the rescue…he chanted inside his head over and over again...have to get up…have to get up…it wouldn’t hurt to just close my eyes for a while…
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Harry’s eyes snapped open. Looking outside, it was already early morning.
“Shit!!” He cursed, “Why did I fall asleep?”
“Um…” Voldemort moaned and pulled Harry closer to him.
“Maybe 12 hours isn’t up yet…” Harry muttered. He looked at Voldemort.
“Get up!” He commanded. Voldemort’s eyes snapped open immediately.
“Still works then.” He murmured to himself.
“Wha?? Harry.” Voldemort purred his lover’s name.
“Tom.” Harry whined and snuggled close to Voldemort. “Can I ask you a favour?”
Voldemort’s eyes softened and he smiled.
“Anything, love.” He tightened his arms around Harry.
“My friends are in the dungeons,” Harry started, “And I don\'t like it. I want them out.” Harry pretended to sniff in verge of tears.
“Of course, love.” Voldemort answered without hesitation. “It will be done immediately.”
“I want to see you do it.” Harry said, still doesn’t trust Voldemort.
“Whatever you want.” Voldemort answered obediently.
Within five minutes, they were dressed and headed into the dungeons.
“Release the prisoners from the Hogwarts raid.” Voldemort ordered the Death Eater, who were guarding the cells.
“My Lord?” The Death Eater questioned.
“DO NOT QUESTION ME!” Voldemort bellowed, causing the Death Eater to cringe. “Just do it!”
The Death Eater approached the cells and opened each of them, unchaining each of the prisoners in turn.
“Escort them to the gate.” Voldemort ordered.
“What?” The Death Eater asked.
“What did I say about questioning me?” Voldemort growled.
“My apologies, My Lord.” The Death Eater looked down, and obediently led the prisoners out of the dungeon.
“Harry?” Hermione asked in shock as she walked by, “Aren’t you going to go with us?”
“No.” Voldemort cut in before Harry could answer. “He stays.”
“I’ll be fine, ‘Mione.” Harry smiled.
“Hurry up, you lot.” The Death Eater barked and ushered them out of the door.
The second the prisoners walked out, Voldemort came to his senses. He swirled around, and grabbed Harry’s robes.
“POTTER!!”
Harry closed his eyes and let himself be lifted and thrown into the nearest wall.
A/N
There. An extra long chappie with sex scenes and a cliff-hanger to make my reviewed happy. So, people, please review!...or you won’t get to see how Harry’s ends up! Yep, that’s a threat!!
THANKS TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE REVIEWED!!
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Seduction of Darkness
Poisoned Ink
Beta – Catherine Siviter
Chapter 14
The Bonding and the Rescue
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“Harry…”
“Ron!” Harry snapped, “I’m working on it!”
“I’ve been stuck here for a bloody month! And being chained in a cell and getting tortured everyday isn’t exactly my idea of fun!”
“Don’t forget that I am saving your arse! Can you at least be patient?”
“Saving my arse?” Ron snorted, “If you were trying we would have been out of here a long time ago! I bet you joined Voldemort just because he shoved his cock up in your arse!”
Harry growled and smashed the healing potion on the wall. If only he would shove his blasted cock up my arse, Harry thought angrily.
“Think what you want to think, Ron.” He glared, “I am so tired of you complaining that I’m not fast enough!”
He strolled out of the dungeons as fast as his legs could carry him without making it look like he was breaking out into a run.
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“One week till the full moon,” Harry muttered under his breath. “And I still haven’t found a way to convince Tom to shag me.”
He flopped down onto the couch, watching the flames as he recalled the last time he had tried to seduce Tom.
Flashback
“Tom…” Harry groaned as Voldemort trailed kisses all over his stomach. “Please…”
Voldemort smirked as he pulled Harry’s pants down, and hovered over Harry’s cock.
“Please what?” He purred.
“Please touch me…” Harry gasped, feeling his cock harden even more as the hot breath caressed him.
Voldemort smiled and bent down to dip his tongue in and out of Harry’s navel.
Harry moaned and buried his fingers in Voldemort’s black hair.
“Please…” He tugged Voldemort’s head over towards his cock.
“I am touching you, Harry.” Voldemort panted.
“Please…I want you to suck it…” Harry wailed.
“Your wish is my command.” Voldemort purred and swallowed Harry’s cock to the root.
Harry let out a soft scream and tightened his grip on Voldemort’s hair as Voldemort bobbed his head.
“Tom...fuck...” Harry gasped as Voldemort swirled his tongue over his cock’s head, “I’m going to…”
Harry screamed Voldemort’s name as he came violently down Voldemort’s mouth. Voldemort drank every drop and released Harry’s soft cock.
Harry pulled Voldemort into a deep kiss, tasting himself in the progress.
“Tom…” He gasped as they parted, “I want you in me.”
Voldemort frowned.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! Please Tom, please…”
Voldemort sighed.
“Harry, there’s something you need to know…” He started, “I’m a Veela.”
Harry stared at Voldemort for a moment and then smiled.
“I already know.”
Voldemort looked surprised.
“You do? Since when?”
Harry ran his hands over Voldemort’s back.
“My first week here, actually. I kinda figured it out.”
Voldemort scowled.
“You do realize that if we have sex, we are going to be bonded, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.” Harry said softly. “Please, Tom.” He arched his hips upward, his cock hard again.
Voldemort groaned.
“Harry…I don’t think you’re ready for this…”
“I am ready, Tom.” Harry moaned.
“Harry,” Voldemort put his hands on Harry’s hips, successfully trapping it. “You don’t have to do it because I need to bond. I can wait.”
“But…” Harry started.
“No, Harry. It doesn’t matter to me. I know you’re not ready.” Voldemort said and he lay down beside Harry and wrapped his arms around him. “Now sleep.”
Harry sighed and closed his eyes.
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Harry sighed again. Only one week till the full moon. Here he thought shagging Voldemort was supposed to be easy compared to brewing a bunch of useless potions.
He wasn’t going to have sex with Voldemort because of the rescue. He was going to have it because he wanted to. He was ready.
It scared Harry to death that he had fallen for his worst enemy so fast and so hard.
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“Tough day?” said Harry as Voldemort sat down on the couch beside him. He leant over to kiss him briefly.
“You have no idea.” Voldemort sighed, “Why are my Death-Eaters so incompetent?”
Harry rolled his eyes and rested his head on Voldemort’s shoulder.
“Another failed raid?”
Voldemort grimaced.
“You know, if you want to rule the world, you should probably try to break the three schools, and the ministry. Then the rest of the people will follow.”
Voldemort glanced at him.
“Well, you’re not totally useless.”
Harry laughed.
“Actually,” Voldemort said, “I was wondering if you would come with me on a date tomorrow night?”
“Are you sure people aren’t going to recognize you?”
Voldemort smirked.
“No one knows that I am Tom Riddle before I became Lord Voldemort. Plus, I’ve always had my hood on during Death Eater meetings. Shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Sure,” said Harry. “Where are we going?”
“A French restaurant.” Voldemort murmured, stroking Harry’s hair.
“Is it for wizards?”
“Yes.”
“Do I need a glamour?” asked Harry.
“Hum…” Voldemort looked at him, “Yes, I suppose. Can’t have every one know that you’ve escaped my prison, can we? I’ll prepare a potion.”
“Sounds good.” Harry replied and leaned into the touch.
Sounds perfect for the shag after, too. He thought.
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“Are you ready?” Voldemort asked from outside the room.
“Just a moment.” Harry shouted, and raked his hand through his hair again. He was dressed in skin-tight leather pants, knee high black boots and a black silk shirt, with deep green robes. He looked himself in the mirror again. Yep, he was edible.
“I’m ready.” Harry opened the door and stepped out of the room. Voldemort was standing outside the door and waiting for him.
Voldemort was in black trousers and a green shirt, with a black robe on. He gasped and widened his eyes as Harry came out.
“You look wonderful, Harry.” He said softly.
“So do you.” Harry said, and held Voldemort’s hand. “So, where’s the potion?”
Voldemort broke out of his daze and reached inside of his robes.
“It’ll last until you drink the antidote.” He said, handing the potion to Harry.
“Excellent.” Harry drank the potion in one gulp. It tasted like lemonade.
He ran into his room again and stood in front of the mirror. He now had brown hair and brown eyes, with high cheekbones. Not bad.
“Not bad.” He murmured.
Voldemort smiled and held out his arm.
“Shall we?”
Harry beamed and hugged the Dark Lord in a tight embrace.
They both disappeared with a pop.
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They landed in a private room in the restaurant. The room was painted black and silver, and in the centre was a small table with two seats, roses on the centre and the napkin, salt and pepper already in its place.
The waiter waiting beside the table pulled bowed slightly as they settled in. Harry picked up the menu.
He frowned as he flipped the page. Most of the menu was in French, the things that were written in English were of foods that Harry had never even heard of.
“See anything you like?” Voldemort said.
“Er…” Harry handed the menu to Voldemort, “Why don\'t you pick something for me? Anything’s fine.”
Voldemort raised his eyebrow.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Anything.” Harry smiled.
Voldemort turned to the waiter and ordered their dinner in fluent French.
After the waiter had gone, Voldemort turned to Harry.
“So,” Voldemort said, “are you enjoying yourself?”
“It’s a very fancy restaurant.” Harry said, “If you’re a Veela, then does it mean that the Slytherin line were all Veelas?”
Voldemort shook his head.
“No. I was adopted into the Riddle family, I believe.” He said.
“Adopted? Your parents didn’t want you?”
Voldemort smiled.
“See, my Father, the real one, was the Veela King, and the Queen wasn’t his mate. Everyone believed that the King’s mate was dead before the King came into his inheritance. Then one day he found his mate in the Palace, and mated her…thus created me. But the Veelas will be suspicious if a young Veela just appeared out of nowhere…so my Father had no choice but to send me to the Riddles.”
Harry was silent for a moment.
“You’re the Prince of the Veelas?” He asked, “I never knew that. What about the Queen? Doesn’t she have a mate too?”
“I believe her mate was killed before she came into her inheritance.” Voldemort said. “But the Queen was okay with it when she found out that her husband had an affair.”
Harry frowned, and nodded when the waiter brought the food.
“I thought Veelas could only marry their intended.” Harry said.
“If both Veela’s intended were killed, then they can marry to each other.” Voldemort explained.
“How do you know if your mate has been killed?”
“A Veela usually finds its mate by the age of 40.” Voldemort said, “They assume that if you don’t have a mate when you’ve reached 40, then your mate is probably dead.”
“Oh.” Harry took a bite of his beef. “Why didn\'t they tell you earlier that you were a prince?”
“I don’t know.” Voldemort said, “Maybe they were trying to stall time. That’s my guess. They didn’t want this to get out so early. I think my Father is unable to rule anymore, due to old age. All the Kings retire when they’re about two hundred years old.”
“Veelas can live that long?” Harry said, surprised.
“Oh no, they can live longer. It’s just a tradition.”
“What happens if their mate dies before the Veela? I mean I’m sure wizards don’t live 200 years.”
“Once the wizard is mated to the Veela, then their bond will keep the mate alive. But that doesn’t mean they’re immortals. You can still kill them like normal people.”
Harry looked down at his food. He stared at it for a moment.
“Tom, can we dance?”
Voldemort looked surprised.
“Dance? But there’s no music…”
“Then make some.” Harry stood up and grabbed Voldemort’s hand. “Come on.”
Voldemort smiled and waved his wand, and soft music started playing.
He let Harry drag him into the centre of the room and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist as they swayed into the music.
Harry stood on the balls of his feet and planted a kiss on Voldemort’s lips. It soon turned to a battle of dominance between their tongues. Harry clinched Voldemort as if he was his lifeline, and tore his mouth away from Voldemort’s gently.
“Riddle Manor.” He gasped.
“Yes.” Voldemort agreed, and apparated them into his chamber.
As soon as they landed, Harry started to unbutton Voldemort’s robes, pushing him onto the huge bed. He straddled Voldemort’s waist and pulled his shirt out of his trousers.
Voldemort took over and pulled his shirt over his head, and threw it onto the floor. Harry gently sucked on his neck as Voldemort worked on his clothes.
Voldemort moaned and Harry’s moved onto his nipple, sucking, licking and finally biting it, making it hard and almost too sensitive to the touch.
He finally pulled the shirt over Harry’s head, and pulled Harry down for another kiss.
Harry continued to trail down Voldemort’s stomach, dipping his tongue in his navel, causing Voldemort to gasp. He locked his eyes with Voldemort’s scarlet ones, darkened with desire, and dipped his head down, using his mouth to undo his belt and the buttons of his pants. Voldemort moaned at the erotic sight, and buried his hand into Harry’s soft, black hair.
Harry reached down and discarded his own leather pants and threw then carelessly onto the floor. He pulled down Voldemort’s pants and put his hand on the base of his cock. Voldemort moaned as Harry licked kittenishly at the head, collecting his precum.
“Harry…yes…” Voldemort panted. “Ohh…”
Voldemort moaned and groaned as Harry swallowed the cock and sucked hard. He cupped the balls and rolled it around his hand. Harry pulled back up, scraping his teeth lightly on the surface of the cock as he did. Voldemort screamed, and bucked his hips.
“So good…yes…” He croaked, “More…please…”
Harry pulled the hard and leaking cock out of his mouth and pulled Voldemort into a kiss.
“Harrrry.” Voldemort gasped, “Please…Almost there…”
Harry rolled beside him and somehow managed to pull Voldemort on top of him.
“Take me.” He purred, reaching down to stroke Voldemort’s cock.
“Harry…”Voldemort grunted, “You’re not ready for this…”
“I am.” Harry said softly. “Please…”
Voldemort moaned again as Harry’s stroked harder.
“Harry…are you sure?”
“Yes.” Harry said impatiently and started to ground his hips into the older man. “Please Tom…I want to feel you inside me…”
Voldemort groaned.
“If I start now, I won’t be able to stop…”
Harry merely smiled.
“Good.” He purred and pulled Voldemort into a heated kiss.
Voldemort growled and summoned a vial of lubricant wandlessly. Harry wrapped his legs around Voldemort’s waist, watching as Voldemort spread the oil between his figures.
Voldemort circled the puckered hole with his oily finger, before pushing in slightly. Harry hissed at the pain in his lower back, tightening his channel.
“Relax, Harry.” Voldemort murmured and bent down to kiss him gently. Harry concentrated on the kiss and slowly relaxed the muscle.
Voldemort added a second finger, and twisted them inside Harry. Harry cried out in pleasure as a figure hit something inside of him that made every fibre of him scream in pleasure.
“That,” Voldemort added a third finger and began to thrust his fingers in and out of Harry, “Is your prostate.” He curled his finger and hit the spot causing Harry to wail and push back.
“That’s enough, Tom.” Harry panted, “I’m ready. I want your cock inside me.”
Voldemort groaned and placed his cock at the entrance. “Ready?” He asked, searching for Harry’s eyes.
“Tom!” Harry groaned and pushed back a little, “Hurry up!! Please!”
“Yes...” Voldemort groaned and pushed slowly inside Harry. He stopped once he was fully inside.
“Are you okay?” He asked Harry.
“Yes!! Now please move…”
“God…you’re so tight…so hot…” Voldemort moaned. He slowly pulled out and thrust back into the heat carefully. Over and over again.
“Oh…Tom…yes…I want you to fuck me hard…please.” Harry pleaded, his eyes half closed.
“Yesss…” Voldemort trailed off, and fastened his pace. Soon the bed was shaking with the force of his thrusts.
“Yes!! Right there…oh…yes…Yes…YES!! Tom!!” Harry shouted and came all over his stomach.
Voldemort stiffened as the walls tightened around him. He came a moment later, shouting his lover’s name.
Voldemort collapsed on top of Harry and pulled his softened cock out. He wrapped his arms around his lover and fell asleep.
Harry was hard of keep his eyes open.
Have to do the rescue…he chanted inside his head over and over again...have to get up…have to get up…it wouldn’t hurt to just close my eyes for a while…
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Harry’s eyes snapped open. Looking outside, it was already early morning.
“Shit!!” He cursed, “Why did I fall asleep?”
“Um…” Voldemort moaned and pulled Harry closer to him.
“Maybe 12 hours isn’t up yet…” Harry muttered. He looked at Voldemort.
“Get up!” He commanded. Voldemort’s eyes snapped open immediately.
“Still works then.” He murmured to himself.
“Wha?? Harry.” Voldemort purred his lover’s name.
“Tom.” Harry whined and snuggled close to Voldemort. “Can I ask you a favour?”
Voldemort’s eyes softened and he smiled.
“Anything, love.” He tightened his arms around Harry.
“My friends are in the dungeons,” Harry started, “And I don\'t like it. I want them out.” Harry pretended to sniff in verge of tears.
“Of course, love.” Voldemort answered without hesitation. “It will be done immediately.”
“I want to see you do it.” Harry said, still doesn’t trust Voldemort.
“Whatever you want.” Voldemort answered obediently.
Within five minutes, they were dressed and headed into the dungeons.
“Release the prisoners from the Hogwarts raid.” Voldemort ordered the Death Eater, who were guarding the cells.
“My Lord?” The Death Eater questioned.
“DO NOT QUESTION ME!” Voldemort bellowed, causing the Death Eater to cringe. “Just do it!”
The Death Eater approached the cells and opened each of them, unchaining each of the prisoners in turn.
“Escort them to the gate.” Voldemort ordered.
“What?” The Death Eater asked.
“What did I say about questioning me?” Voldemort growled.
“My apologies, My Lord.” The Death Eater looked down, and obediently led the prisoners out of the dungeon.
“Harry?” Hermione asked in shock as she walked by, “Aren’t you going to go with us?”
“No.” Voldemort cut in before Harry could answer. “He stays.”
“I’ll be fine, ‘Mione.” Harry smiled.
“Hurry up, you lot.” The Death Eater barked and ushered them out of the door.
The second the prisoners walked out, Voldemort came to his senses. He swirled around, and grabbed Harry’s robes.
“POTTER!!”
Harry closed his eyes and let himself be lifted and thrown into the nearest wall.
A/N
There. An extra long chappie with sex scenes and a cliff-hanger to make my reviewed happy. So, people, please review!...or you won’t get to see how Harry’s ends up! Yep, that’s a threat!!
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