Devil on the Wall
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Echo
Title: Echo (2/4)
Series: Devil on the Wall
Author: Lux (quietlygorgeous@hotmail.com)
Feedback: not needed but greatly appreciated
Rating: R
Pairing: SS/HP; HP/OFC
Summary: He is my devil and on my shelf is where he'll stay.
Archive: www.snowroses.net (my site) ; anyone else just ask
Warnings: angst; het
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: Yeah. Het. Hmm. ::cough:: It worked. ::shrug::
Thanks: KC for putting up with my quirks and for being you ::smooch::
Devil on the Wall: Ech Som Somewhere between killing G and and the Dursley's, Harry began to understand. Or maybe it was the girl writhing underneath him that drove the point home: he was here to bring pain, to hurt. Everyone he had ever cared about had suffered by his hand. And as each day passed he wished for death to come.
He stared at the girl whose face twisted into interesting shapes as he moved inside of her. He couldn't really remember where he had met her or what had possessed him to bring her home; to screw her in his bed. He vaguely wondered what Severus would think if he found them.
Her robe had come off easily and underneath she wore nearly nothing and kept jabbering on about how she had hoped she would meet him. Apparently she wanted to seduce him. He had quieted her by tossing her on the bed and tearing off the rest of her clothing. He didn't care about seduction and gentle touches. He didn't much care for the fairer sex but here she was and willing to be used. Why deny her what she wanted? I'm good at giving them what they want.
He thrust sharply and came as the girl cried out in pain, maybe pleasure. He wasn't sure which; he didn't really care. Harry rolled off of her and grabbed a fag, lit it and blew smoke at the ceiling. A strange pang of satisfaction and guilt threaded through his heart as he watched the girl turn away and pull her knees to her chest. Perhaps he should just kill her too or strip away her resolve and reason until she quaked and begged for something she didn't know existed. He ashed and inhaled; exhaled smoke as his heart rate calmed and his limbs solidified. Being with a woman was never as exhilarating as being with a man; being with Severus.
Again, he glanced at the woman and saw, perhaps for the first time, how young she really was. He smiled sardonically. Of course, she wanted to fuck Harry Potter; the famous Harry Potter. It wouldn't be a story to tell her mother, he was sure. "You're only a baby," he purred; the first words he had said since he'd tossed her on the bed. He ground out his fag in the ashtray next to the bed.
She shook her head violently but didn't turn to face him. "I am not." Her body betrayed the level tone in her voice; the conviction. She looked as though she wished to hide. She had every reason to be scared.
His finger traced her spine. "How old are you?"
"I'm seventeen."
He clucked softly, pulled the girl against his chest and tickled her naval. He flushed with joy when she squeaked. "You're practically a woman then, aren't you?" She nodded and tensed when his finger slid between her thighs. "What's your name?"
"E-echo. Echo Taylor."
Echo, he thought, Echo with the milky white thighs that I want to bruise. Echo with the long blonde hair that I want to pull. It's going to be fun tearing you apart. His finger left the warm folds of her body and migrated up her stomach until it rested between her breasts. The trail of cum glistened on her skin. "Do you know who Echo was?"
She nodded and bit back a cry as he twisted her nipple. "She was a nymph."
"That's right." He licked the shell of her ear and delighted in the sharp intake of breath. He began to lightly stroke her neck. "She defied Hera and was punished. She could only repeat what was said to her. Do you know why?" Echo shook her head and whimpered when he pulled her hair, exposed her neck and bit down lightly. "Because Echo distracted Hera while the rest of the nymphs fled. Those nymphs had been lying with Zeus." He felt her begin to relax against him as he whispered in her ear, "Do you know what happened to Echo?" He didn't wait for a response. "She fell in love with Narcissus but he refused her. She wasted away to nothing." With the last word and a powerful push, he entered her again.
She whimpered and tried to leave the ensconce of his embrace but his hand was firmly on her arm, the other on her thigh squeezing until he was sure he would leave a mark. He wanted to leave a mark. Beauts mas made to be broken, to be torn to pieces; stained and spoiled beyond recognizing and then left, beaten and demoralized, on the edge of a road. She cried out as his hands tightened on her body and wished she had never sought out this man.
She closed her eyes and tried to forget this man who was inside of her and think of the Harry Potter in her head. His gentle smile and jittery hands; his trustful eyes and his lop-sided smile. In her head, he was the white knight who would carry her away from the evil Muggle that held her captive in a tower. His hands would be gentle as he lifted her from his horse when they arrived in his kingdom. She would willingly give herself to him on the night of their wedding and he would be gentle and slow with taking her virginity. He would pet and soothe and he would be the man she had been waiting for her entire life.
The cruel reality slapped her in the face when the hand on her arm began to draw blood; she couldn't make a sound. Tears slid down her cheeks as her perfect companion shattered between her parted thighs and again she wished that she had never heard the name Harry Potter.
"I wish I'd never met you," she whispered, bit back a sob.
He let go of her arm and slid his hand between her legs again. The way her blood looked on his skin was strangely erotic as he forced her to climax along with him. He smiled as she shook and panted against his stomach. He kept his arm around her waist so she couldn't move and listened to her whimper and plead to be able to go. He turned her over and wiped her tears away with his thumb. "You had fantasies about me, didn't you? You still do sometimes. How old are you?"
She swallowed and looked anywhere but in those eyes because she knew she would drown in them and she needed to keep her head. Eventually he would let her go. She told the truth this time. "I'm fifteen."
He brushed her hair from her face, tucked it behind her ear. "Your parents are probably worried about you."
She wondered what had happened to the man who had just brutally ravaged her body. Instead of asking, she nodded. "Yeah."
He kissed her lightly on the nose and caressed her cheek. "Echo?"
She closed her eyes and leaned into his hand. Oh how she wanted him to be hers. Maybe she could tame the wild beast within him and he would turn back into the handsome prince when he realized that she was the only one for him. Yes, she would be the one to save him because every man needed to be saved. "Hmm?"
He leaned over and breathed lightly in her ear before he whispered, "Your parents will never find you alive."
Her heart began to beat quickly as the words sunk into her head. Her eyes widened and she pulled away. Was he serious? She didn't want to find out and leapt from the bed. Her eyes closed with fury and shame as he laughed at her. He laughed as she grabbed her robe; laughed as she flew down the stairs; laughed still when she had already gone and the only sound was the echo of the door slamming behind her.
Series: Devil on the Wall
Author: Lux (quietlygorgeous@hotmail.com)
Feedback: not needed but greatly appreciated
Rating: R
Pairing: SS/HP; HP/OFC
Summary: He is my devil and on my shelf is where he'll stay.
Archive: www.snowroses.net (my site) ; anyone else just ask
Warnings: angst; het
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: Yeah. Het. Hmm. ::cough:: It worked. ::shrug::
Thanks: KC for putting up with my quirks and for being you ::smooch::
Devil on the Wall: Ech Som Somewhere between killing G and and the Dursley's, Harry began to understand. Or maybe it was the girl writhing underneath him that drove the point home: he was here to bring pain, to hurt. Everyone he had ever cared about had suffered by his hand. And as each day passed he wished for death to come.
He stared at the girl whose face twisted into interesting shapes as he moved inside of her. He couldn't really remember where he had met her or what had possessed him to bring her home; to screw her in his bed. He vaguely wondered what Severus would think if he found them.
Her robe had come off easily and underneath she wore nearly nothing and kept jabbering on about how she had hoped she would meet him. Apparently she wanted to seduce him. He had quieted her by tossing her on the bed and tearing off the rest of her clothing. He didn't care about seduction and gentle touches. He didn't much care for the fairer sex but here she was and willing to be used. Why deny her what she wanted? I'm good at giving them what they want.
He thrust sharply and came as the girl cried out in pain, maybe pleasure. He wasn't sure which; he didn't really care. Harry rolled off of her and grabbed a fag, lit it and blew smoke at the ceiling. A strange pang of satisfaction and guilt threaded through his heart as he watched the girl turn away and pull her knees to her chest. Perhaps he should just kill her too or strip away her resolve and reason until she quaked and begged for something she didn't know existed. He ashed and inhaled; exhaled smoke as his heart rate calmed and his limbs solidified. Being with a woman was never as exhilarating as being with a man; being with Severus.
Again, he glanced at the woman and saw, perhaps for the first time, how young she really was. He smiled sardonically. Of course, she wanted to fuck Harry Potter; the famous Harry Potter. It wouldn't be a story to tell her mother, he was sure. "You're only a baby," he purred; the first words he had said since he'd tossed her on the bed. He ground out his fag in the ashtray next to the bed.
She shook her head violently but didn't turn to face him. "I am not." Her body betrayed the level tone in her voice; the conviction. She looked as though she wished to hide. She had every reason to be scared.
His finger traced her spine. "How old are you?"
"I'm seventeen."
He clucked softly, pulled the girl against his chest and tickled her naval. He flushed with joy when she squeaked. "You're practically a woman then, aren't you?" She nodded and tensed when his finger slid between her thighs. "What's your name?"
"E-echo. Echo Taylor."
Echo, he thought, Echo with the milky white thighs that I want to bruise. Echo with the long blonde hair that I want to pull. It's going to be fun tearing you apart. His finger left the warm folds of her body and migrated up her stomach until it rested between her breasts. The trail of cum glistened on her skin. "Do you know who Echo was?"
She nodded and bit back a cry as he twisted her nipple. "She was a nymph."
"That's right." He licked the shell of her ear and delighted in the sharp intake of breath. He began to lightly stroke her neck. "She defied Hera and was punished. She could only repeat what was said to her. Do you know why?" Echo shook her head and whimpered when he pulled her hair, exposed her neck and bit down lightly. "Because Echo distracted Hera while the rest of the nymphs fled. Those nymphs had been lying with Zeus." He felt her begin to relax against him as he whispered in her ear, "Do you know what happened to Echo?" He didn't wait for a response. "She fell in love with Narcissus but he refused her. She wasted away to nothing." With the last word and a powerful push, he entered her again.
She whimpered and tried to leave the ensconce of his embrace but his hand was firmly on her arm, the other on her thigh squeezing until he was sure he would leave a mark. He wanted to leave a mark. Beauts mas made to be broken, to be torn to pieces; stained and spoiled beyond recognizing and then left, beaten and demoralized, on the edge of a road. She cried out as his hands tightened on her body and wished she had never sought out this man.
She closed her eyes and tried to forget this man who was inside of her and think of the Harry Potter in her head. His gentle smile and jittery hands; his trustful eyes and his lop-sided smile. In her head, he was the white knight who would carry her away from the evil Muggle that held her captive in a tower. His hands would be gentle as he lifted her from his horse when they arrived in his kingdom. She would willingly give herself to him on the night of their wedding and he would be gentle and slow with taking her virginity. He would pet and soothe and he would be the man she had been waiting for her entire life.
The cruel reality slapped her in the face when the hand on her arm began to draw blood; she couldn't make a sound. Tears slid down her cheeks as her perfect companion shattered between her parted thighs and again she wished that she had never heard the name Harry Potter.
"I wish I'd never met you," she whispered, bit back a sob.
He let go of her arm and slid his hand between her legs again. The way her blood looked on his skin was strangely erotic as he forced her to climax along with him. He smiled as she shook and panted against his stomach. He kept his arm around her waist so she couldn't move and listened to her whimper and plead to be able to go. He turned her over and wiped her tears away with his thumb. "You had fantasies about me, didn't you? You still do sometimes. How old are you?"
She swallowed and looked anywhere but in those eyes because she knew she would drown in them and she needed to keep her head. Eventually he would let her go. She told the truth this time. "I'm fifteen."
He brushed her hair from her face, tucked it behind her ear. "Your parents are probably worried about you."
She wondered what had happened to the man who had just brutally ravaged her body. Instead of asking, she nodded. "Yeah."
He kissed her lightly on the nose and caressed her cheek. "Echo?"
She closed her eyes and leaned into his hand. Oh how she wanted him to be hers. Maybe she could tame the wild beast within him and he would turn back into the handsome prince when he realized that she was the only one for him. Yes, she would be the one to save him because every man needed to be saved. "Hmm?"
He leaned over and breathed lightly in her ear before he whispered, "Your parents will never find you alive."
Her heart began to beat quickly as the words sunk into her head. Her eyes widened and she pulled away. Was he serious? She didn't want to find out and leapt from the bed. Her eyes closed with fury and shame as he laughed at her. He laughed as she grabbed her robe; laughed as she flew down the stairs; laughed still when she had already gone and the only sound was the echo of the door slamming behind her.