Into The Void

***This takes place after Draco, Crabbe and Goyle\'s redezvous with the slugs. This story is now Hagrid and said slugs.

--

In the corner of Hagrid\'s hut stood the wooden pail that Ron had held up as he spewed the slugs from his mouth after the hex he had aimed at Draco had backfired on to him. For quite some time, when Harry and Hermione had dragged Ron to Hagrid\'s hut, the red head had continuously heaved huge, slimy slugs into the large pail, filling it up halfway. Of course, Hagrid had ushered Ron off with Hermione and Harry to Madame Pomfrey to have the hex seen to, and once they had left, he had put the pail of slugs underneath the window with the intention of taking them outside and letting them free.

However, a busy schedule that day had prevented Hagrid from doing so, and night time had eventually fallen. At dinnertime, Hagrid had caught wind of the incident involving Goyle with the slug lodged in his rectum, it being discussed quietly and tersely between Snape and Pomfrey at the Head table, and Hagrid had chortled loudly, finding this most amusing indeed. All the way back to his hut, he had chuckled quietly to himself. As he pottered around his tiny, cramped kitchen, putting on a pot of tea and buttering up a large chunk of stale pumpkin pasty that he had baked, he continued to chuckle.

It wasn\'t until he had sat down with a loud sigh at this little kitchenette table, one plate sized hand wrapped around a large mug of steaming hot tea, his other hand clutching the pumpkin pasty, that Hagrid had spotted the pail in the corner of the room. He grew silent as he peered at it, noticing that quite a number of the huge, slimy slugs had crept over the lip of the pail and had slithered in their painfully slow pace down the side and across the floor, leaving long glistening trails of goo and mucus which had congealed and hardened into a crystalline substance.

With a loud thunk, Hagrid thumped his mug on the table top and dropped his pasty back on the plate, then placed the flat of his huge hands on the table and pushed himself up, his chair scraping over the cold stone floor as it was nudged back. Standing tall, Hagrid clasped his trousers and rucked them up, heaved a loud sigh, and stepped away from the table, making his way over to the pail, briefly patting Fang atop of his head along the way, then stooped down to collect a slug up from the floor.

“Wha\' yer doin\' out o\' yer pail?\" he muttered to the creature once he had scooped the slimy mollusk into his hand. He drew the creature close to his face and held his palm out flat, studying the glistening invertebrate with interest. \"\'Ow the bleedin\' hell did that fat Goyle get somethin\' like yer up his bung \'ole?\" Hagrid spoke in a quiet voice. He watched the way its upper tentacles swiveled and moved about simultaneously, grinning softly at the creature. \"I bet yer brother got a righ\' royal fright, bein\' trapped li\' tha\',\" he added, taking a few idle steps forward, cradling the slug in his hand.

Hagrid turned his attention from the slug he was holding to look down at the other large slugs that were sliding across the floor slowly, and his grin widened. \'Beaut li\'l fellas, ain\' they, Fang?\' Hagrid spoke loudly, turning his bushy head to look at Fang. The large dog tilted his head and let out a small whine as if responding to Hagrid in agreement. \"Yeah, tha\'s righ\', Fang. They are beaut, ain\' they?\"

Hagrid turned his attention back to the slug in his hand which was footing itself slowly over the contours of Hagrid\'s massive hand. Grinning, Hagrid peered lovingly at the slug, then puckered his lips and drew the slug towards him, his wiry mass beard brushing harshly over the slug\'s outer membrane, and Hagrid pushed his lips against the slimy side of the mollusk. He let his lips linger over the creature\'s rippling body for a moment, taking in a short breath and noting the odd salty scent of the slug, before pulling it away.

Hagrid flitted his tongue out and licked it over the shape of his lips, tasting the spot where his lips had touched the slug and raised his brows. He darted his large brown eyes towards Fang, who was still staring at him, and gave the dog a guilty look, grinning rather sheepishly at it, then turned back to the slug again.

Casting his eyes about nervously, as if worried that someone was watching, Hagrid then drew the slug he was holding back in towards him and held it at his lips, peering down at it. Carefully, he extruded his tongue and touched the side of the slug with the very tip of his tongue, swiping the slick, pink muscle over the mollusk in a chaste manner and pulling the slug away again, drawing his tongue back in.

It tasted salty, almost like sweat, but not quite. It left a lingering tang on the tip of his tongue, something he quite liked the taste of, and before Hagrid knew what he was doing, he stole one more glance around the cluttered, cramped hut and brought the slug back in towards him. Hagrid protruded his tongue, this time flattening it across the mollusc\'s back, and licked the length of the slug in a swift, languid swipe. The slug seemed to bristle at the motion, its skin twitching and its tentacles standing straight.

Hagrid licked his lips and smacked them together, turning to Fang and commenting in a bashful voice, \"\'E\'s rather tasty,\" then looked back at the slug in his hand again and smiled behind his huge bushy beard. Upon his hand, the slime that the creature had emitted was beginning to go its typical crystal-like state and Hagrid, moving the slug into his palm, drew his other hand to his lips and extruded his tongue again, swathing it over the spots where the slug had oozed out its mucus and tasted it thoughtfully. This, too, tasted salty, though much more bitter.

The sensation of the writhing, slow moving slug over his hand was rather appealing to Hagrid, and he looked back down at the brown thing on his palm fondly, suddenly feeling flushed. Casting his eyes about nervously once more, Hagrid abruptly turned on his heel, stepped to his kitchen table, and set the slug down on the surface. Glancing at Fang, Hagrid then quickly strode to each window in his tiny hut and grasped the curtains, snapping them shut, then returned hastily to the kitchen table.

Staring down at the slug, which was moving nonchalantly across the tabletop, swaying from side to side as its retractile head turned slowly, Hagrid gingerly drew his hands to his coat and clasped the scruff of it in his fists, then drew the coat back over his shoulders, shrugging it off his huge arms and, once it was off him, clasped the garment in his hand and threw it on to the back of his kitchen chair. Idly stroking his bushy beard thoughtfully for a moment, he then moved his hands to the top button of his shirt and tentatively undid it, looking at Fang almost guiltily. His thick hands then skimmed down the line of buttons, undoing them shakily as he watched the slug on the table, then drew the shirt back and off his shoulders, letting it drop from his arms.

He slung the shirt over the top of his coat, then moved is hands to the waistband of his trousers. He fiddled with the belt a moment, studying the slimy slug intently, then gripped the strap of his belt and yanked it out of its holster, unbuckling the belt, then popping open his trouser buttons and zipper, his pants then falling with a loud rumpling sound to his ankles. Toeing his shoes off, Hagrid then stepped out of his rumpled trousers and stood on the cold stone floor, now clad only in his mismatched, heavily darned woolen socks, his huge checkered cotton boxers, and a massive white vest.

Hagrid swiveled his head to the other slugs that were creeping along his floor, leaving long trails of mucus, and quickly trundled over in his underwear and socks to a few that were headed towards his tiny kitchen, stooping down and retrieving them in his large hands. Scurrying back to the table as fast as his large frame and stocky legs would take him, he studied the slugs closely in his hands, watching them very slowly weave over each other, then lay them on the tabletop and stood back, admiring them fondly.

Glancing at Fang, Hagrid gave the dog a stern look, and said in a quiet voice, pointing a large, sausage shaped finger at him, \"Don\' you be sayin\' nuthin\' abou\' this, yer hear meh?\" The dog dropped to the floor submissively, peering at Hagrid in silence, and Hagrid nodded affirmatively, then cast his eyes back to the slugs.

He moved his hands to the hem of his vest and bunched it in his fist, then drew the thermal wear off his body, revealing his immensely hairy chest and massive gut, which was also covered in a thick mass of hair. Hagrid then threw the vest atop of his shirt on the back of his chair and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and lunged the elastic out, drawing the underwear down his legs to reveal his abnormally huge, turgid length, which stood out from the thick, black bush of hair that covered his crotch. He let the boxers drop to the floor, then stepped out of them, kicking them under his table carelessly.

Hagrid stood before the small throng of slugs naked, save for the socks on his feet. He was indeed a huge man; his arms were like tree trunks, as were his legs, and his torso resembled that of a small elephant\'s torso. Every inch of Hagrid was covered in thick, wiry hair, that matted over his corpulent frame like a layer of fur. Out of all this hair stood his erection, which was easily the length of a large, normal man\'s forearm, and easily the width of a stout whiskey bottle. The slit at the tip of his length was oozing a thick clear precum, not unlike the appearance of the mucus that the slugs were emitting.

Very briefly, Hagrid moved his thick, calloused fingers to his prick and swept his digits over the length, licking his lips and staring down at the slugs almost hungrily. As he quickly kneaded at his prick, his fingers shaking a little, Hagrid turned his bushy head to look down at Fang and uttered once more, \"Now, like I said. No sayin\' nothin\', yer hear meh?\" The dog let out a whine, as if agreeing, and Hagrid nodded at his dog again, then faced back to the slugs atop of his table.

He stepped in towards them and moved his hand from his cock, outstretching his fingers and bringing his hand down to the nearest slug, closing his fist around it. He took the slug up in his hand and brought it towards him, peering closely at it before lowering it to his hairy chest and placing the slug upon his left pectoral. A shudder escaped Hagrid, and he let out a soft wince of pleasure, looking down at the slimy creature moving its tentacles about lazily. \"Nice slug, yer are,\" Hagrid muttered almost lustfully, bringing a hand to the creature and stroking its back affectionately. He could feel the slug squirming and gripping at his skin, using his coarse hairs as friction to nudge itself forward.

Hagrid then turned his gaze back to the table and reached for another slug, taking it up in his hand and peering closely at this one, too. Before lowering it to his body, he drew the mollusk to his lips and extruded his tongue, liberally and boldly licking the side of the large slug and closing his eyes, savoring the taste. Swallowing thickly, Hagrid then lowered that slug to his chest also, placing it upon his other pectoral and stroking its back lovingly.

\"Come \'ere, you,\" he muttered to the next two slugs on the table, taking one in either hand. Slowly, Hagrid lowered himself to the ground on to his knees with a groan, then on to his ample behind, and carefully lay on to his back, gasping at the coldness of the floor beneath his bare skin, his long black bushy hair splaying out across the flooring. He placed one slug on his belly and held the other in his hand for a moment as he stroked his prick languidly, gazing at the squirming, undulating mollusk. \"Yer so pretty an\' beaut,\" he muttered softly to the slug.

Hagrid brought the slug to his face and parted his lips, letting the head of the slug touch over his them. He grinned as he felt the mollusk caress his lips, the tentacles brushing over his upper lip and mustache. As the head moved into his mouth, Hagrid extended his tongue and gently met the tip of the slug with his slick muscle, softly flicking his tongue over the salty, slimy texture of the slug\'s head.

The other slugs on his body were traveling slowly over his chest, leaving long, white, wet mucus trails across his wiry black bodily hair, and Hagrid shuddered again in pleasure at the damp, tickling sensation, his other hand still kneading at his elongated prick. He could feel his heartbeat increasing in excitement as he took in the sensual feeling of the slugs creeping over his body and the salty, bitter taste of the slug touching his tongue. He bent his knees and drew his huge, thick legs up, spreading his thighs. He then extended his tongue as wide and as far out as it would go and placed the slug atop of it, groaning at the way the mollusk gained footing on his slick muscle and began to knead its body in rippling waves over Hagrid\'s large tongue.

Taking his hand from his prick, he reached for the slugs on his chest and abdomen and carefully placed each of them, one at a time, atop of his length. He lifted his head to gaze down at the slugs swarming slowly over his prick, feeling himself harden more as they moved in waves,, leaving thick mucus trails upon his organ. The warmth and the sheer texture of their slithering bodies over his sensitive prick made Hagrid let out another moan and he began to rock his hips, rolling them languidly. More precum oozed out of his slit and trickled on to his stomach as he stiffened more, gasping as one of the slugs edged slowly towards the head of his cock.

Closing his eyes, he moved one hand to his mouth, plucking the slug from his tongue and took in the flavor the squirming creature left upon it before protruding his tongue once more to begin lapping sensually at the mollusk. Rolling his hips faster, the slugs entwined around his length, and his breath hitched in his throat, Hagrid spreading his legs wider.

A warmth was growing within his groin, telling him that he was nearing a climax soon. This was unlike any self manipulation he had experienced before. It was so wrong, so wet and the slippery feel of the slugs over his prick was so incredibly stimulating. Licking the slug harder and kissing it sensually, Hagrid rocked his hips faster as one of the slugs coiled around the head of his prick, another slug heading over the contour of his balls, sliding slowly over his perineum. He groaned louder and lapped at the mollusk he was holding at his lips more fervidly.

The slug that was trekking over Hagrid\'s sac, leaving a long string of mucus, slid further, brushing its head over the entrance to Hagrid\'s anus, and Hagrid let out a wanton cry, rolling his hips faster, nearing his climax more. The sensation was mounting within him at a phenomenal pace, his breath growing faster, his heartbeat pounding harder. Frantically, he lapped at the slug in his hands more, furrowing his brow and rocking his hips so that his prick slapped against his abdomen, jerking the slugs upon his length harshly.

\"God...feel so...bloody...yer feel so...taste so...\" Hagrid babbled breathlessly at the slug he was licking, sweat breaking out across his forehead as his peak mounted more, his hair-clad sac riding up between his legs harder, his thighs tensing and his buttocks clenching. He felt the slug that was over his perineum slide further down over his sphincter, and Hagrid yelped out lustfully, gripping the slug in his hands tighter and swathing it faster with his tongue.

His breathing was soon replaced with rhythmic grunts as the mollusk around the head of his prick slid around the contour of it tighter, and Hagrid suddenly felt his entire body seize up, his balls tucking right in, and felt his innards quivering as his seed shot forth out of his slit, splatting the slug on the head of his shaft with a large emission of his creamy, pungent cum. Groaning wantonly, his body jerking in spasms and his lips continued kissing and suckling at the slug in his grasp excitedly. Hagrid rolled his hips and vociferated as his orgasm peaked, his white seed projecting out of his slit in hard rapid waves. Slowly, he began to come down, the last of his fluids milking out over his abdomen and on to the unsuspecting slug which was now slithering over the huge dollops of leavings upon Hagrid\'s stomach.

\"Ohh...ohh, god...ohh, blimey...Merlin...ohh...\" Hagrid babbled to the slug in between laps administered to it, the mollusk now coated liberally with Hagrid\'s spittle, its tentacles thrashing about wildly.

At last, Hagrid fell completely from his peak, utterly spent, and he let his body flop and his legs straighten out, his knees falling to the stone floor with a loud, sweaty slap. He finally pulled the slug from his lips and lay it on his chest, licking away the mucus residue the creature had left over his lips, taking in the salty, bitter taste.

He lolled his head to the side and peered at Fang with a grin on his face, the dog staring back at him blankly, its head resting on it paws and its ears cocked. \"Oh, blimey, Fang,\" he finally spoke, breathlessly. \"Ohh, tha\' was somethin\' I ain\' ne\'er felt in meh life.\" He licked his lips again and focused on calming his breath, lolling his head back so that he stared up at the ceiling. \"Blimey...\" he added quietly.

After a moment of lying there, Hagrid lifted his head from the floor to peer down at the slugs, one of them almost drowning in the pool of his leavings on his abdomen. \"Oh, poor critter,\" he muttered softly, and moved his hand over the slug in the cum and scooped it up, then moved his hand over and set the mollusk to the floor. He did the same with the other three slugs, then sat up with a groan and reached towards his shirt dangling from the chair and snatched it. With large swooping motions, he smeared his leavings away from his stomach until he was clean, then got to his feet shakily, still feeling the glow of his orgasm within him.

Over his body, on the thick mass of dark hair that covered Hagrid, where the slugs had crawled were fine glistening tracks of mucus that they had secreted, now hard and white. Chuckling, Hagrid reached for his trousers and slid them over his legs one by one, hoisting them to his hips and doing the pants up, then put his vest on. \"C\'mon, Fang,\" he spoke loudly as he strode over to his dresser to pull out a clean shirt and pulling it on. \"We gotta take these li\'l beauties outside, let \'em free.\"

Once he had finished putting his shoes on and his coat, Hagrid made his way to the corner of the room where the pail stood and clutched it in his hand, then trekked around the tiny hut, collecting the slugs up and putting them into the wooden pail.

At last, the final slug was collected and Hagrid made his way to the door, whistling at Fang to follow him. The dog obediently stood and bounded over to his side, then ran outside barking loudly as Hagrid stepped out into the cold night air.