A Slave to a Slave

My Most Amazing, Dazzling, and Thrillfying Reviewers! You really pulled through this time! When I got home from the movie this morning, I checked to see and I have 10 reviews! You guys rock my world!

Kale : I’m trying to figure that out myself. Any ideas?
Point of Tears : I’m glad I could be of some help with that. It took me a while to get used to it, and sometimes I still get a little squicky about incest. I hope you like this chapter; there’s a lot of Sev and Harry interacting.
POOHBEAR74 : Yes indeedy. I decided to rework it, get rid of some of the plot holes, and continue it. We’re getting to the part you mentioned, but let’s not ruin it for everyone else. *winks*
starstruck86 : Draco is quite the disaster isn’t he? I’m still trying to figure out a really good punishment for him, so if you come up with something, let me know. And hurling bricks at Harry? Wow. I’m glad my Harry isn’t annoying enough to inspire that sentiment.
snapelover09 : Wow. I’m glad you like my take on slave!Harry. If you’ve got anything you want to see, let me know!
ladyedgecombe : You shall see what that flutter was, but it’ll be a little bit.
Adamaris Syler Autumn : Yeah, I thought that little bit of begging would show Blaise’s place in that relationship… And I think Draco was born to disobey. He seems the mischievous type. Also the type to do just about anything to please daddy, while also being intensely selfish. At least that’s how I imagine him.
Vanilla : Draco did seem to be hankering for it, didn’t he?
Hambares : *giggles* Draco does get in trouble an inordinate amount for someone who seems to be whipped at every turn…
Tachimaru : I guess it’s just a gift, but if you want me to read your stuff and give a bit of advice, I’m not sure I’ll be good at it, I’ve never done it before, but I’ll give it a try if you want.

Enjoy my lovelies!

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Harry was in that magnificent world between waking and sleeping. His master was behind him, inside him. He was just resting and filling him up in a way he’d never thought he could appreciate but with which he was swiftly falling in love. Warm arms were wrapped around him. Hands were gently running fingers in circles around his nipples, teasing, tempting, but not touching. Warm breath was blowing over and into his ear, sending delightful shivers racing through his body. Each touch seemed to be filled with a tenderness born of love. He didn’t want to wake up; this dream was too wonderful.

A voice called him to a reality which greatly resembled the dream.

“Wake up, my slave. I have a game I want to play with you.”

Harry’s voice was full of sleep. “Master.” He moaned, and Harry could feel Severus’ lips curl into a smirk against the back of his neck.

“I’m going to play with you, Harry, see how much you can take. I’ve released your cock ring, but that doesn’t mean you can come whenever you want. You may only come when I give you permission.”

Harry nodded meekly. “Yes, Master. My pleasure belongs to you.”

Severus involuntarily thrust his hips at that response. Harry moaned and pressed his hips back. “Good answer, slave. You shall be rewarded for your complete, willing submission, but not yet.”

Severus ran a hand through Harry’s hair, gripped a hand full and pulled gently. Harry’s groan was low in his throat, barely audible, but Snape felt it through the close contact of their bodies.

“You are so responsive, Harry. It’s like you feel every little touch a thousand fold. It makes touching you very enjoyable.”

Severus slid his hand down and lightly caressed the column of Harry’s neck. Harry shivered and leaned his head back against his master’s chest, silently begging for more of his touch.

“I simply cannot believe that the Dark Lord did not treasure you as the gift you are. For him you were just a potential tight hole and a breeding tool. You are the same to me, Harry...”

Before he could complete his sentence, Harry began shivering, and not in a good way. Harry shook his head violently. “No, Master. Please no!”

“You do not like the idea of existing solely for my pleasure?” Harry whimpered. Severus reworded the question and tried again. “Do you wish to exist only for my pleasure?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then why are you whining?” Severus’ voice was harsher, gruffer.

“You... you said I was... was the same to you... as I was to... our Lord. He tossed me away...”

“Ah... and you like being mine?” Severus slid a hand down and viciously twisted a nipple.

Harry gasped and arched, his hips jerking forward. He slammed them back against his master’s at the empty feeling.

“Yes, yes, Master. I like being yours. You...” The rest was a whisper lost in a moan as Severus continued torturing Harry’s nipples, pinching then soothing with gentle caresses, then sliding nails over the sensitive buds, then starting all over again.

“I what, Harry?”

“You fill me... completely.”

Severus chuckled darkly. “Yes, I do. I’m going to teach you to be a perfect, cock-hungry bottom. You’re already well on your way, silently begging me to stay inside you. Your muscles gripped me so tightly while you slept, like you didn’t want to let go.”

Harry was tossing his head back and forth, lost in the haze of pleasure caused by his master’s words and the torture of his nipples. “No, Master. Never let go. I want you inside me. Fill me up. Make me whole, Master.”

“Good boy, Harry. Yes, I do fill you up, and I will continue to fill you up. You are mine to do with as I please, and that means you will always be on your knees waiting to be filled, stretched, slicked up. You will be delicious in your debauchery.”

Harry didn’t comprehend half of it; he only understood that that delicious mouth was now trailing open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck, teeth pulling at his ear lobe, tongue dipping into his ear canal which surprisingly caused an all-over body shiver unlike any he’d had before.

Severus made sure his words were aimed into the damp skin of Harry’s neck, warm breath caressing sensitized flesh.

“You are mine now, Harry. I may let others use you, but you belong to me. Never forget that. I’m going to mark your flesh soon. I will place outward signs of my ownership upon your flesh. Rings. Here.” He pinched tortured nipples. “Here.” He pinched the tip of Harry’s cock with his fingernails.

Harry jerked. “Yes. Oh please, Master, please!”

“What are you begging for, Harry?” Severus went back to pulling and twisting swollen nipples.

“Everything!”

Severus snaked a hand between them and harshly spanked Harry. Harry whined.

“Everything, Master! I want to cum, Master! Please! Mark me, Master! Please make me yours, Master.”

“Better, Harry. You may cum.”

Harry’s body stiffened momentarily, then melted, going completely limp. Severus ran his fingers through the cum dripping down Harry’s stomach, then placed his cum-covered fingers at Harry’s lips. Harry sucked them into his mouth.

“Good boy, Harry. You obeyed orders wonderfully. I had imagined you were sensitive, but you came from my words and your nipples alone. I think I will keep you around for a very long time.”

Harry’s words were a whisper. “Please, Master. Don’t give me away. I... I like it here... with you.”

Severus wrapped his arms tightly around Harry, burying his face in the boy’s neck, hiding his emotions, scared his mask might slip and everyone would see the impact this boy was beginning to have on his life. He thrust his hips into Harry, holding his warm body as close to his own as he could. Into Harry’s neck he whispered, “You may cum again when I do.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Severus’ thrusts were lazy, and they laid there, making love, though Severus would never admit to such a silly idea, for what felt like hours. A slow in and out glide that lulled Harry into a pleasure filled dream world. When Severus finally came, Harry came just from the feeling of being filled with that precious white cum that made him feel owned in the most intrinsic way.

He loved having pieces of his master inside him. He wished that he wasn’t barren like the Dark Lord said. He desperately wanted to bear children for this man. He would love to know he was growing a part of this wonderful man inside him. Maybe then his master would never again think of giving him away or selling him. Maybe he would even be allowed to help raise the children. A family. He’d longed for such a group as long as he could remember. People who loved him. Babies weren’t a possibility though, but this man... Could he find that in the arms of this man? He could only wait and see. For now, all he could do was sleep.

Severus pulled out of his slave, replaced the plug, cast a cleaning charm on himself, and crawled to the window, looking out at the passing scenery. He opened a bottle of scotch and drank straight from the bottle. He was starting to feel for the pathetic creature he owned. These feelings were unacceptable yet seemed to be unavoidable. Every time he tried to be stern, to be harsh, to be the master he was to all his other slaves, the reactions of this boy turned his world upside down, made him feel, softened him. This boy was changing him, and he wasn’t all together sure he liked it. However, he wasn’t sure he could ever go back to the way he had been. Too much had changed already. He was leaving his homeland for the first time in decades. He was going to the land of men he hated. There was too much to think on to waste time dwelling on an insignificant slave, yet he felt a heavy sense of dread that Harry would play a large part in the drama unfolding, and there was nothing he could do to protect the boy, and why in Salazar’s name did he want to protect the boy? Perhaps more scotch would help. They would be arriving at his family’s cabin shortly. It was halfway between the castle and the Gryffindor border. They couldn’t stay long. Just the evening there at the most. It would be enough to collect the books he needed from the library there and to evaluate how best to cross the border without bloodshed. After that, they were going to fly by the seat of their trousers. Not a comforting thought at all. Damn Gryffindors.