The Black Prince

Warning: The sex gets a bit…well…kinkier in this chapter. If anything resembling BDSM squicks you this probably isn’t the fic for you and this definitely isn’t the chapter for you so don’t read the unedited version at adultff.net. Consider yourself warned.

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Chapter 14

Dorian knelt beside the bed, waiting for his Master to be finished reading his article about some new potion. He perked up when Severus stood and started to approach him, standing when he saw Him nod approval to begin undressing Him.

\"Sir?\" he asked hesitantly as he folded the large robe he had removed.

Severus grunted his permission to continue, sitting on the chair near the bed so that Dorian could remove his boots.

Dorian knelt down once more and started unlacing the heavy boots. \"I think I need your help Master,\" he said softly.

This made Severus look up at his pet, startled. It was rare for Dorian to truly ask for anything. His upbringing with the muggles made it difficult for him to ask for help, even from his Master. \"What do you need, pet?\" he asked, moving his foot to help Dorian remove the boot.

\"I…I’m having trouble controlling myself again Sir. I know I should be fine by now but I keep finding myself losing it. Even Gin could feel it. I don’t know what to do,\" he ended in a desperate whisper, his fingers nervously straightening and re-straightening the laces on the boots that he clutched in his arms. Any trace of the proud Prince that the Death Eaters saw was gone and a scared and insecure young man was left in his place.

Severus bit back a sigh. He had been afraid of that. Dorian was well through the most dangerous time in a part-Incubus’ life—the time in which they might go mad and die when they first hit puberty—but he was still at an age where control was difficult at best. When an Incubus first came into puberty the danger was so great because the hunger would come on with no warning and at completely random intervals. If the Incubus didn’t feed immediately he could literally starve to death. Dorian was past that stage but he still struggled to retain control over his abilities.

\"Put the boots down. Finish your task,\" he ordered, providing him with no more advice or orders yet. He knew that he needed to give him simple orders for every single thing for a while in addition to the other assistance he would be giving him. That part of regaining control would last for a few days or weeks. The other part would begin and end tonight and was the true key to getting a hold on his sexual pull back into his grasp again.

Dorian quickly finished his task, stripping his Master bare and pulling the sheets back on the bed before kneeling down again to await his next order.

\"Go fetch the third largest paddle,\" Severus ordered.

Dorian looked apprehensively toward the wardrobe door which was currently hiding the paddles.

\"Go fetch the third largest paddle,\" Severus barked out, startling Dorian into action.

He knew that his pet truly didn’t enjoy these punishments the way that some did. Well…the problem was that he did enjoy them but he wasn’t allowed to. Part of him getting back under control again was achieved by Severus stretching him to his utmost limit without allowing him to break down and release his pull until he was granted permission. Since his pet found so much pleasure in the pain they typically used the paddles as a treat. It was rare for him to have to use the paddles for true discipline and not for enjoyment.

Dorian knew what was coming and he dreaded it. He loved the paddlings that his Master gave him but he loathed the strain on his control that these punishments put him under. By the end it felt like he had run a marathon with a raging hard on that hadn’t been satisfied in a week. It was terrible for an Incubus—far, far worse than simple sex deprivation. He knew that he needed it though.

One of the major things that Severus had been working on with him since the beginning was learning to recognize his own needs and then verbalize the needs to his Master. He was so unused to having someone to help him when he needed it that it had been very difficult for him to learn but he was finally able to admit when he needed help and ask for it.

He handed the large paddle over to his Master, eyeing it with a mixture of lust and distaste.

\"Bend over the foot board,\" Severus ordered, running his hand over the paddle lovingly. He had been thrilled when he learned how much Dorian enjoyed this side of their play since it was one of the things that turned him on the most. These evenings when he had to discipline the part-Incubus were difficult on him as well.

Dorian slowly did as he was told, knowing that tonight was going to be difficult. With the added unforgiving pressure of the sleigh bed digging into his prick at every slap and the difficulty of bracing his hands on the slippery satin bedclothes he was in for a rough night. He shuddered as Severus ran his hands over his bare arse, instantly turned on by the gentle touch. He leaned into the touch, nearly purring in delight as he thought of what was to come.

Before he had met his Master he had been ashamed by how much he was turned on by pain but Severus had taught him that he had nothing to be ashamed of. He had allowed his natural desires to flourish, gratefully accepting anything that his Master doled out. Unfortunately, tonight wasn’t really about the heady mixture of pain and pleasure he usually allowed himself to drown in freely. Tonight was about swimming in the sensations without allowing himself to let go no matter how much he wanted it.

\"I expect you to keep count, pet. You will not lose control of yourself,\" he ordered, not even bothering to give him a warning or a request.

Dorian nodded, trying to brace himself and failing utterly as his hands slipped on the silky sheets and he slammed heavily into the wooden railing at the foot of the bed, grinding his already swollen prick into the wood mercilessly. \"One,\" he managed to get out. \"Two…three!\" he gasped, already close to coming. Severus could swing that paddle like he was born to do it.

\"Not good enough, pet,\" Severus said, smacking him harder.

\"F-four. Five. Six!\" he yelped. \"Please Master!\" he groaned, pushing his arse back to meet the paddle. \"Seven. Eight. N-n-nine. Ten!\" He moaned, thrusting gently against the unyielding foot board while Severus took a small break, jumping when Severus’ bare hand came down on his arse.

\"I did not give you permission to pleasure yourself, pet,\" he reprimanded, even as he reached down to pinch and pull at the already abused prick, causing Dorian to writhe back against him.

\"Please Sir! I’ve learned my lesson. Let me come,\" he begged as Severus pinched the head of his prick roughly, knowing that he was getting close to the breaking point.

\"You are no where near ready to come,\" Severus said snidely, giving his pet one last rough pull. \"I believe you have at least twenty more strikes left.\"

Dorian groaned and fought to support himself some, easing some of the pressure off of his cock and calming slightly as the exquisite pain lessened.

Severus struck again without warning, smirking when he heard the purring start. He knew that Dorian had fought hard to keep it back and frankly he was amazed that he was doing as well as he was.

The blows landed on his rosy arse quickly and liberally, Severus no longer waiting long enough between blows for his pet to count them.

After at least ten more strikes Dorian gave up the effort to support himself and collapsed over the foot board, no doubt pinching his cock cruelly. He only moaned louder and writhed back harder to greet the strokes, not in the least bit phased by the treatment, begging for more instead and pleading for permission to come.

Severus realized that Dorian would not last much longer and he tossed the paddle aside, quickly preparing his pet and shoving himself in fully when Dorian was only half prepared.

Dorian threw his head back and howled, pushing back harder to take his Master in more deeply as he was taken on a rough ride.

\"Master,\" he moaned, feeling that he was on the edge as Severus took him hard. He needed permission to come now.

Severus withdrew and pushed back in, groaning the heated and reddened arse met with his skin. \"Come,\" Severus hissed as he himself went over the edge, fucking Dorian even harder into the foot board as his hot cum bathed Dorian.

Dorian came with a keening cry.

Severus pulled himself out of his pet carefully, lightly running his hands over the red and raw flesh, soothing him.

Dorian couldn’t move yet, he simply lay there shaking with the power of his orgasm after denying himself for so long.

Severus smiled fondly at him and scooped him up in his arms and carried him around to the side of the bed to lay him down, grateful that Dorian was a bit smaller than him and much lighter than he was.

He crawled in bed himself, unsurprised to feel Dorian immediately cling to him tightly. He turned to the slight form, running his hands along the slim hips, feeling the slight trembles still wracking his body. \"Are you alright pet?\"

Dorian nodded against his chest.

\"Did I hurt you too much?\"

Dorian shook his head but still didn’t speak.

\"Do you feel better able to control yourself?\" he asked, smiling when he felt Dorian’s answering nod of affirmation. \"Good. Go to sleep,\" he ordered, holding him close.

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Ginny ran eagerly into the bedroom, tossing herself onto the bed and bouncing a few times before slipping under the covers and curling up beside Dorian.

Severus growled and pulled his pet to him more firmly while Dorian opened one sleepy eye. \"What are you doing up at this hour?\" he asked blearily.

\"It’s seven thirty and I’m much too excited to sleep. Come on, get up! Don’t you have a Dark army to run or something?\"

\"Go ‘way.\"

\"Come on, Sev. You usually wake up early! Make him get up,\" she begged, poking his shoulder.

\"Ginevra, sister or no you are about three seconds away from getting hexed,\" Severus said without opening his eyes.

She sighed and simply settled down for a quick nap while she waited for Dorian and Severus to wake up fully. Dorian had told her the truth about his parentage a few months after he told his mate about it. He had confessed his true name to her at the same time and she had started using it when the two were alone together. She was glad that he had stopped pretending to be Harry Potter and had accepted his birth name.

Surprisingly enough, she managed to fall asleep again while she was thinking about her brother. The three were woken once more when Remus knocked on the door.

Dorian sat up a bit, irritably brushing his messy hair out of his face. \"What?\" he bellowed, just wanting to sleep.

\"It’s me,\" Remus replied.

Dorian sighed but opened the door, allowing his godfather entrance before he curled up between Ginny and Severus once more. Unfortunately for him though, his two bedmates were now fully awake and were not about to let him fall back asleep.

\"Good morning Ginny!\" Remus greeted her cheerfully. \"How did you like your new rooms?\"

\"They’re wonderful Remus! It feels so great to be away from them all.\"

Severus summoned a pair of trousers and slipped them on under the covers.

\"I’m sure it does,\" Remus agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed. He caught sight of the paddle peeking out from under the chair where Severus had tossed it the night before, previously covered up by the nightclothes that it had slipped under when he had thrown it aside. \"Rough night?\" he asked, amused.

Dorian shrugged, completely unabashed.

Severus nodded discretely, letting Remus know that it was discipline and not solely pleasure the night before.

Remus and he had long since worked out a sort of silent code about these things although they had never spoken of it. Remus knew that Severus would never speak of such things if they were merely for amusement or pleasure, deeming such things too private. When it came to necessary discipline though he allowed Remus to know the bare fact that it was needed. As the godfather of an Incubus he needed to know when his charge was getting out of control, even if he was not the one to bring the boy to heel again.

\"I see. Well, today’s the day to test the potion, isn’t it Cub?\"

\"Yes. I can’t wait. Do you think I’ll be able to do it?\" he asked eagerly, practically bouncing on the bed.

\"I’m sure you’ll have at least some of the abilities,\" Remus said, smiling. \"You know that it will be painful, don’t you?\"

Dorian rolled his eyes. \"Master won’t let me forget it for a moment. That’s why He refused to make it for so long.\"

Dorian’s eyes flashed red and Remus realized that his Lord was on his way so he removed the pile of clothing from both of the seats near the bed in preparation for Voldemort and quickly tucked the paddle out of sight under the dresser. No need to invite questions about his godson’s lifestyle.

Voldemort and Lucius entered without knocking: Voldemort not even sparing the threesome in the bed a glance.

Lucius nearly tripped over his own feet at the sight of his best friend and his Prince in bed with the Weasley girl. He had thought Severus to solely be homosexual. He had never heard of Severus ever touching a single woman before.

\"Get out of bed you irritating child,\" Severus snapped at Ginevra, seeing his friend’s shock.

Lucius’ shock lessened only slightly when Ginny climbed out of bed fully clothed. Almost immediately he found himself blushing deeply as his Prince followed her out of bed stark naked. He hesitated to look at his friend but was relieved to find him wearing some clothing at least.

\"Good morning, Tom,\" Dorian said amiably as he walked over to another chair in the room sitting down comfortably, taking no notice of Lucius’ discomfort. \"I believe that my potion will be ready in less than an hour.\"

\"Perfect,\" Voldemort nearly hissed in pleasure. \"We need to go on a raid tonight and it would be best if you were in disguise until we are ready to reveal everything.\"

\"A raid?\" Dorian asked curiously, wondering what could be important enough to merit the presence of both leaders.

\"One of our sources in the Ministry has revealed to me that they intend to destroy the Veil tonight.\"

Dorian sat up straight instantly, eyes flashing. They presume to destroy that which stole my Father from me? he hissed dangerously.

I believe that is a great part of it. They fear that either you or I will find a way to bring him back. No one wants him back here because he makes Harry Potter more unmanageable from the point of view of both the Ministry and Dumbledore. They plan to destroy it at 1.20 am.

Why then?

That is when there are the least amount of guards working due to shift changes and a general understaffing problem.

If the Ministry is involved then why the hell do they care if anyone sees them? Dorian could sit still no longer and he stood to pace frantically.

They want it kept secret. They fear the public knowing about it because admitting to the need to destroy an ancient artifact like that even though it does not contain any Dark magic essentially admits that they fucked up and they are trying to hide it.

I will not allow it Dorian hissed in a fury. I’ll kill them all if I have to.

Remus walked up behind him to place a dressing gown over his bare body, allowing him at least a modicum of privacy. The Prince turned to him in a blind rage, hissing dangerously. Remus backed off quickly and stood near Severus, clutching the robe sadly. He knew that his godson was upset about the possibility of the Veil being destroyed but he didn’t know how to get through to him in this state. It was times like this when he really missed his friend. Sirius had always known how to calm his son.

You need to calm down, Voldemort warned. We are going to stop them, you and I. We will bring along a team of our best soldiers and we can slaughter them all if that is your wish.

My goddamn wish is to have my Father back he nearly shrieked, making the rest of them cringe. Usually emotions aside from anger were difficult if not impossible to discern while someone spoke Parseltongue but they could feel his pain and anguish rolling off of him.

Severus wrapped his arms firmly around his pet and glared at everyone else. \"Out,\" he ordered, then proceeded to ignore them in favor of his pet. Everyone looked between the two for a moment and then quickly walked into the sitting room.

\"Ssh…\" he whispered to Dorian, stroking his hair gently and pressing the rigid body firmly against his own. \"Ssh. You need to calm down, pet. We’re going to stop them. They will not destroy it.\"

Dorian nearly collapsed into his arms, letting his tension go almost immediately. If his Master told him something would be so then it would be. There was simply no other option. If He believed that the Veil would be saved then it would be saved.

Severus lifted Dorian into his arms and moved back toward the bed, once more thankful that he weighed so little comparatively. He was moderately tall and relatively well muscled for his height and weight but he seemed to have gained some sort of weightless quality from his Incubus heredity. Although he weighed a substantial amount but he was never as heavy as one would expect.

\"Master?\" Dorian asked softly, his head still tucked tightly under Severus’ chin.

\"Hm?\"

\"Please stay with me tonight.\"

\"I’m always with you, pet.\"

\"No. I mean at the raid. Please don’t leave me.\"

\"I wouldn’t leave your side for a second. You know that pet. You are mine to take care of. There is no way I would allow you to go into a potential battle like that without me there to protect you. I’ll have your wolf there too, as well as your sister if you would like.\"

Dorian nodded silently.

\"It will be saved. Have no fear,\" Severus said, running his fingers along Dorian’s jaw, all the while wondering why exactly his pet wanted to save the Veil so badly. His Father was already gone; there could be no fixing that. \"Do you wish to return to our meeting? It is nearly time to take the potion and we need to do it on time. You would be greatly helped by those skills tonight.\"

\"Yes Sir,\" Dorian said, reluctantly allowing Severus to pull him from his bed and push him toward the wardrobe.

\"Put on some clothes, pet\" he ordered gently.

Dorian only balked for a moment before slipping on some black trousers and a dark gray button down that he left open. He looked up for a moment seeking approval and Severus gave him a quick nod. He, like Remus, had long ago given up hope of getting his pet fully clothed unless there was a concrete reason he could give him as to why he needed to dress.

Dorian paused for a moment in front of the door before pushing it open with a burst of wandless magic. \"We will take all of the elite with us\" he announced immediately.

Voldemort raised a single eyebrow at the unnecessarily large number of extremely talented soldiers but agreed, knowing how terrified his ally was of losing the Veil.