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Malice in Wonderland ...Fic completed.
TITLE: Fancy Time with the Beautiful People? Chapter II: Malice in Wonderland
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PAIRINGS: Draco/Harry, Lucius/Harry, Lucius/Draco/Harry, Lucius/Draco
SUMMARY: Sweet dreams are made of this and who are you to disagree?
WORD COUNT: about 7000
WARNINGS: NC-17: unapologetic PWDP (porn with devious plots), chanslash, incest, non-con, dubcon, violence, humiliation, fisting, really extensive drug use
DISCLAIMER: J.K.Rowling and various big companies own the Potterverse and the characters. (What despicable illusions of grandeur those poor Muggles have. -Lucius) I do not. They get the profit, I do not, nor want to. Like information, pornography wants to be free!
(What despicable illusions of grandeur those poor Muggles have. -Lucius)
"Fancy Time with the Beautiful People? Chapter II: Malice in Wonderland"
The story continues...
The blessed state of no memories or awareness of the situation does not last long. Harry feels something soft and moist inside his mouth. Fingers and a taste, clear, cold and sharp like a winter morning.
(What? Where am I and what the Hell is going on in here wherever I am? Fingers? I really can't think of a reason why someone would stick his or her fingers inside my mouth.)
The fingers are removed from the Gryffindor boy's mouth rather quickly and he hears a voice.
(Malfoy? What. The. Fuck?)
"Is this one of Severus' potions again?"
"No, Draco. The Cleansing of the Tainted Mind is my father's work. Quite a masterpiece, though. It removes all magical effects and sharpens one's mind and memory. I somehow presume that the so-called 'Boy Who Lived' does not appreciate that very much right now."
It all comes back again. Harry begging for Malfoy... for both FUCKING DISGUSTING Malfoys to remove a bloody cock-ring to be allowed to orgasm. Lucius spanking him... and equally devious Draco, the fucking slutty wannabe-Death Eater gloating over the situation. Draco coming on Harry's face. Harry... calling himself a slut on Lucius' orders and licking that disgusting slimy bastard's cock... and enjoying it. No. No. Hell, no. Harry is violently sick over the black marble floor though only bile comes out.
Draco adjusts his position in the air and floats closer to his father, two pale bodies kissing and caressing each other. Footsteps. The sharp sound of high heels on floor echoing through the hallway.
"Who the Hell is going to join in the fucking rapefest here?" (Rape. Bloody HELL. I know it is coming and-)
"I understand that this is your birthday, darling, and I do know that this is your favourite present. But I must admit that he is very messy and bad-mannered." (It's not that I would deny my dear Draco anything but... oh well, he is so Lucius' son.)
"We did not order Potter to vomit on the floor, Mother."
Harry actually doesn't want to see the woman who very clearly has to be Narcissa Malfoy, but he still turns his head. Thin, pale and blonde, clad in a white, lacy dress with an equally white corset. And she considers her husband and her son fucking each other perfectly NORMAL, the only problem being signs of Harry's suffering and even that just because it's MESSY?
"Ah. I understand. Scourgify."
"Are ALL you sickening Death Eater families so completely fucked-up?"
"I would prefer you not to use such words here, young man. Silencio."
"Oh, we will order house elves to clean all up afterwards and we have quite a lot fun to do with the Gryffindor's Golden Boy yet. He's still virgin, Cissy dear."
"I see. And your work on his skin is a beautiful sight indeed, Lucius."
With an elegant flick of her wand, Narcissa summons a small, white clock on her hand. A damn pretentious thing again, adorned with the Malfoy family crest and instead of ticking, Harry hears a soft, silvery cling.
"Oh, I am really in a hurry now! MacNairs's Red Masque party started an hour ago and this is the correct timing to be fashionably late. So, I will Apparate there now. Have fun, darlings."
Narcissa smirks at Harry, her expression somewhere in-between cruelty and amusement and turns her head, giving a loving look from her bright blue eyes for both her husband and her son. She waves good-bye with one hand clad in a long velvet glove and walks away.
"I'd like to hear that little saviour's voice again. He is so delicious when he is angry."
"Yes, Father. Though I really liked that desperate begging too. Finite Incantatem."
"Birthday present?" (This is fucking beyond belief.) "YOU SICK FUCKS! I am not going to-" (Not going to... what? Not going to where? Fucking Hell.)
"Finally understood you do not have any choices? You are a birthday present for my precious son and... well, have you ever asked from your Firebolt broomstick if it wants you to ride it?"
Again, Harry finds himself just beyond belief and especially beyond any words. This feels like the worst, most twisted nightmare he has ever had but it is reality, the Malfoys's world and it is, as horrifying as the thought is, just as true as the Muggle world and the Wizarding world he has formerly lived in.
"The Boy Who Lived to Pay For It is all yours now, my debauched darling. It is your birthday after all and I can take my own pleasure on his defiled innocence afterwards."
"Thank you, Father. I really would like to ...open my present now. Finite Incantatem."
Draco lands gracefully on the floor behind Harry, vengeful lust shining in his eyes. The lithe Pureblood takes his wand and points it at his cock, drawling a spell, his voice younger and less sophisticated but still quite like Lucius'.
"Lubricatus. No point in using any quality lubricant on your arse, Golden Boy."
"You are definitely right, my precious drakeling. It is a great honour enough that he can offer his virginity to a Malfoy."
Not bothering with any preparation, the young Pureblood violently thrusts half of his length inside Harry's arse. The pain is searing but the young wizard clenches his teeth and does not scream. As Draco buries his cock deeper inside Harry's channel in frantic thrusts, each one more painful than the former, the Gryffindor boy's eyes water and he lets out a small, pained gasp.
Sniggering, the androgynous Slytherin takes a good grip on Harry's hair and hauls his head backwards in one brutal movement. Draco lowers his head and whispers words in the black-haired boy's ear in a voice so mockingly gentle that the fiercely burning agony Harry feels inside his tortured channel from the brutal rape lessens somewhat because of the murderous hatred that is consuming his mind so thoroughly.
"Your arse feels... ohh... so nice and tight... yess, so deliciously tight around my cock, Harry. I never knew you have... ahh... such redeeming qualities."
Lucius strokes Harry's hair in a mockingly tender way, a very amused smirk creeping onto his face, lust and malice merging in his grey gaze.
"Ah, they say that the first time is always the sweetest, don't you agree?"
"Fuck off, you dirty bastard! They sure as Hell didn't mean getting bloody raped by a devious fucking posturing slimeball as a first-"
"Manners, Harry."
Lucius backhands Harry so hard his eyesight blurs for a moment and he feels blood starting to flow from his nose.
"Do keep resisting, it... oh yess... hurts you so much more... feels... so..."
"Draco, there is something extremely enjoyable you have not experienced before. So, I will show you."
There is some kind of horrible undertone in Lucius' voice which chills Harry's burning rage into fear again. The pale wizard brushes some strands of his long silvery-blond hair off his angular, beautiful face, summons his wand into his hand and watches the scene, smiling almost playfully. Draco holding his climax back, trying to prolong his pleasure for as long as it is possible and Harry's pained expression, fear somewhere behind the hatred. Fear the Gryffindor boy so much does not want to show.
(Rather pathetic attempt. I remember Draco was as bad at hiding his emotions when he was eleven.) "Crucio."
The Unforgivable Curse like a gift from a gloriously shining fallen angel. The impossible tightness and the way Harry's raw, hurting channel clenches uncontrollably around Draco's cock drives the fey-like Slytherin over the edge instantly as he climaxes inside his birthday present's arse, digging his fingernails deep into Harry's back, his eyes misty grey with indescribable ecstasy, half-open and interlocked with his father's.
"Lucius..."
The Unforgivable Curse like silver lightnings striking inside every fibre of Harry's being and he feels like he is flayed from both inside and outside, his mind exploding into shards of pure suffering, leaving behind only a bloodied piece of meat wracked in pain so excruciating the boy cannot even scream but just whimper and sob until even these voices stop and as Lucius ends the curse, Harry drifts into grey mist of numbness, still pierced with tingles of pain.
Panting, his silvery-blond hair dampened with sweat and thoroughly wicked satisfaction sparkling in his eyes, the moon-pale Pureblood boy withdraws his cock from Harry's arse and casts a Scourgify spell on himself. Draco, simply irresistible in his impish charm and debauched purity. Lucius reaches for his son, caressing him gently as the boy purrs softly in his father's loving arms.
"Mmh... the afterglow. I somehow enjoy it quite a lot better with you than with him."
"I thought as much, my son."
Lucius summons his house elf.
"Master. What can Grumpy do to help Master?"
"Bring us some tea and scones. The special variety."
"Yes, Master."
The creature vanishes and returns soon, carrying an ornate silver tray with three black china teacups with silver snakes in the Ouroboros position hand-painted on them, three silver tea spoons and sand-pale scones, each one of them adorned with a perfect picture of the Malfoy family crest on top of them.
"Very good, Grumpy. Now, put the tray on the table and after that go to the eastern dungeon and remove your toenails because I happen to see that the tray is not perfectly balanced in your worthless hands."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
Lucius takes a cup and a scone, kneels before Harry and pours too hot tea between the young Gryffindor's lips. Harry's green eyes flash open instantly and his hateful gaze meets Lucius' mockingly polite smirk and Draco's calm, satisfied expression as he drinks his tea oh-so-properly.
"It seems that you did not enjoy me popping your cherry, Harry. I, then again, enjoyed it quite thoroughly so two rights make it even better." (I so hope Potter has not ran out of his "righteous Gryffindor anger yet...)
"Now, now, my son. As noble Malfoys, we have an obligation to treat our invited guests well even if they do not deserve it." (Mm... probably more like how they deserve it but it is the same thing indeed in this case.)
Draco's usual sniggering has never made Harry so enraged as now but he is too weary to come up with anything vile enough to say and, even worse, knows that whatever he does, it doesn't improve the situation he is in. The worst thing that is now dawning on him through Lucius' words is that anything he does or doesn't do will not make anything worse at all either.
"As my little spell seemed to leave you somewhat weary, I think you should have something to eat. I ordered our house elves to make this special treat just for this special day, so I will be very offended if you refuse our quality scones."
(Fucking Hell. If I don't eat the bloody pretentious food, he will probably use Imperius to make me eat it anyway. Fucking Malfoys. Why couldn't it be some decent, less perverted Death Eaters instead?)
The thought would have felt absurd or even hilarious for Harry just this morning but not anymore as he opens his mouth and lets Lucius stuff the scone inside his mouth. Lucius. The hatred surges back and he bites both the scone and the perfectly manicured fingers inside his mouth, gaining a very harsh backhanded blow in return.
"Relashio."
Draco and his well-aimed charm. Harry can feel his mouth and tongue transform completely limp and boneless, quite like Gilderoy Lockhart's pitiful attempt to heal his arm after the Quidditch match but there is nothing pitiful in this spell. Except the state he is in, especially as Lucius did not even flinch at the pain but just cast a simple wandless healing charm on his fingers and now smears another scone inside Harry's mouth. Much to his disgust, they truly taste delicious, a taste like being completely, happily alive and warm but with a darkly sensual, sinister undertone. The young Gryffindor wants to spit them out but he can't control his lips. Delicious. That was what the Malfoy bastards called him. Delicious. The taste.
"Finite Incantatem. Since when have you decided I need protection, Draco?" (Of course you didn't really think so.)
Lucius slaps his son's cheek sharply and the nimble Slytherin lets out a feline noise, squirming his body against his father's. Pale skin and platinum blond hair, aristocratic, delicate features. Two pairs of eyes in endless shades of grey like clouds in a moonlit sky. So alike but still so different. Beautiful.
"I am so sorry, Father. Can I kiss you properly as an apology?"
"Just a bit, my incubus. I am still obliged to entertain our guest."
"Ah, I see. Would you be so kind as to hand me one of those scones too?"
"I cannot see any reason why not. Here, my precious." (Well, I certainly do not mind taking a small dose of the Gift of Lilith myself and of course you want to give it to me this way. My perverted, precious son.)
Smirking wickedly, Lucius reaches for the silver tray and takes one scone and as Draco parts his lips, feeds it to his son. Draco cradles his head on Lucius' lap and kisses his cock head chastely. If such a gesture is possible. He swirls his tongue around his father's cock, licking Lucius' precome. Still so beautiful. Intoxicatingly beautiful.
"You... have drugged me all the fucking way!"
Harry tries to sound angry but the lust in his voice betrays him. Inside his body. Inside his mind. He desperately tries to feel his earlier rage and disgust but the combination, the dirty situation and the helplessness... it feels too good. It should not be so. It should so very much not be so that he envies both Malfoys for the forbidden love they share. And they seem to understand completely what is going on inside Harry's mind as he hears Lucius' drawl.
"It really took quite a lot of... oh yess... time from you to understand this, Golden Boy."
Draco licks Lucius' cock a few times and is rewarded with hisses of pleasure. Then he faces Harry, his smug smile merged with contempt.
"He is not exactly bright, Father. And especially lacking in experience."
"Which definitely means I should teach the little hero something. To be more precise, lots of things."
Lucius' drawl is sinister, predatory and lustful. All those things that made Harry red-hot with anger before but now the only thing that is red-hot is his face when all his blood seems to rush into his prick just because of the voice and the anticipation of what is to come as Lucius rises up gracefully, moves behind Harry and drawls a spell.
"Lubricatus. I don't actually think that the Gryffindor's Golden cock-whore really even needs the preparation but I really do feel rather benevolent today."
The elder Pureblood inserts one perfectly manicured finger inside Harry's rectum and moves it slowly, making the boy moan helplessly as he is in desperate need of more friction. Another finger and more painfully slow movements as Lucius gently stretches Harry's arse. Third finger and faster thrusts as the beautiful Dark wizard starts to fuck the boy's arse with his fingers. There is nothing left from the pain Draco caused while raping Harry, only a yearning to be completely filled again as the boy thrusts his arse against Lucius' fingers, all his Gryffindor honour completely gone.
"P-please?"
"Please what? Am I hurting you, dear Harry? Should I stop?"
"N-no! ahh... Please, fuck me."
"Not a hearty enough effort. Not at all."
"Lucius... I need... please? I... you were right... I am a slut."
The knowledge that he is drugged does not matter to Harry anymore. It feels more like he now understands this completely different world, a world he never imagined and sensations he could never feel or crave before. Crave. Crave so much the black-haired boy forgets his former feelings. Now there is something new. New and beautifully twisted. The freedom in being under Lucius' control, the freedom from his task to fight Voldemort.
"Oh yes you are. Most likely too worthless a slut to be fucked by a Pureblood Malfoy again. Draco was rather forgiving to you, especially considering how rude you have been to him."
"I... I am sorry, Draco. Lucius... I am your whore. Please, I can't stand it anymore... I'm begging... please, let me be your fuck-toy? Anything? I will do anything to please you both."
Lucius withdraws his fingers from Harry's arse, causing the boy to whimper from loss and continue his pleas and apologies. The elder Malfoy lets out a low chuckle and his amused smirk meets his son's deviously lascivious expression. Draco. Slender, moon-pale body in a very languid position, a flawless nimble hand absently touching his/the hardened cock between silvery-blond curls and another carelessly toying with a globe made of glass, androgynous face, lips like pale rose, pierced tongue suggestively darting in and out of that sweet mouth. Harry wonders how he has never realized that Draco is beautiful.
(By the sweet grace of Astarte, drugs do make the world go round. It's so delicious to see Harry begging from Lucius in a way so shameful I would never succumb to that. Of course I beg my father to fuck me but between two Malfoys that is just godlike. Harry is as far from that as a Muggle is from a Pureblood and if he would be in his normal 'righteous' mindset... Oh, joy.)
Draco suffocates his sniggering. The lithe Slytherin shakes his head in mock pity and rises up in one fluidlike movement, puts the globe on the table and walks towards Harry, every step like dancing to a slow, sensual tune. His voice is full of contempt but the Gryffindor boy now really feels that he deserves it.
"As I feel rather forgiving today, I might allow you to practise your probably rather awful cock-sucking on me."
"Ohh... yes. Draco, please?"
"You can start with licking. I do hope that the poor skill with one's tongue does not run in the family."
Harry starts with shy licks on Draco's cock and encouraged with the blond boy's hisses of pleasure, starts sucking Draco's cock head, his drugged enthusiasm making up for the fact that this is indeed the first time he is giving a blowjob. Thinking himself straight, he has never thought about the idea very much and he never thought that having someone's cock inside his mouth would feel so good.
"Ahh... rather good, I would say. But do remember to cover your teeth as I don't think you want to hurt me and now I feel I would really like to get a bit rough with you. You want it too, don't you?"
"Yes, please?"
"Oh, I am so happy to oblige."
Draco thrusts half of his length inside Harry's mouth, the gagging reflex providing quite a lot of extra pleasure. He fucks the Gryffindor boy's mouth in slow but deep thrusts and Harry lets out muffled moans as he finally feels Lucius' cock head touching his entrance, even so slightly. Lucius slaps the boy's bruised bottom sharply, his drawl so utterly casual.
"Now now, Harry. It is not polite to try to speak with your mouth full."
Harry tries to be silent which is an impossible task as Lucius now slides his cock inside Harry's arse in slow, teasing motions. Draco reaches for his father and they kiss each other with almost divine passion, fucking Harry almost just as an afterthought. He feels a painful sting of rejection and sucks Draco's cock harder, not caring about losing his air supply, only desperate to get some affection, even some attention from the breathtakingly beautiful pair. Draco moans into his father's mouth and Lucius breaks the kiss gently, tips of their tongues touching briefly like to share a secret they are definitely not going to tell. Draco pulls his cock out of Harry's mouth, forcing a whimper of loss from the boy's lips.
"Our little hero, our little whore here seems to have something to say."
"Lucius, please? Fuck me harder? I... know I am... ohh... not worthy enough but... I just... I cannot... please?"
"Rather hearty effort, don't you think, Draco?"
"I would say so, Father. Still, it will do no good to his manners if we do not teach him some restraint."
"Mmh... Great minds do think alike."
Lucius drawls a spell and Harry can feel the magical cock-ring around his achingly hard prick again. This is torture but torture like a heaven tainted with lust, all the sensations Harry could never imagine before, especially as the elder blond Pureblood now gives the Gryffindor boy all he asked for, thrusting his cock inside Harry's arse in deep, violent motions like flaying the boy from the inside again but now it feels just ecstatic, like his best, most intense fantasies magnified to an indescribable height.
There is nothing left from Harry's former self and the black-haired boy hardly remembers that he is kidnapped by a Death Eater because it just does not matter anymore. As Draco forces his cock inside his mouth again, he takes it in eagerly, sucking the fey-like boy's prick like his life depends on it, the taste of Draco, the feeling of being so completely filled by both Malfoys.
Through his white-hot devious lust Draco notices that Harry is completely forgetting himself, running out of air and still just watching the slender Slytherin with something like a prayer in his emerald-green eyes. While on the verge of coming inside his rival's throat, Draco still feels it would not be elegant and as he gathers all his Malfoy pride and self-control, he grasps Harry's hair violently and forces the boy's mouth off his cock.
Lucius fucking Harry's arse raw, the perfect pleasure-pain and the completely filled feeling inside his raw channel as the lean, aristocratic wizard thrusts his cock all the way up Harry's arse so that he can feel Lucius' pubic hair, silky as everything about this gloriously decadent fallen angel, that should be enough or actually way too much but now when Gift of Lilith is running in Harry's blood, singing a debauched tune of its own within the young Gryffindor's heartbeats, nothing seems to be enough.
"Do you really think you would be worthy enough to have your loud, slutty mouth filled with Pureblood semen?"
"Draco... please? I... I'm... ahh... begging, please, Lucius... oh yess... more... your taste... your cock... I crave..."
"So it is you who probably can't live without my cock inside your filthy mouth and my father's cock inside your arse?"
"I... yes. Yess... Choke me if you ahh... wish, Draco? Any- anything?"
"You are almost beautiful when you are helpless, so it is rather good for you that I happen to feel like saving the day for you."
Draco forces his cock inside Harry's mouth in one brutal thrust, withdraws it almost completely and comes inside the Half-blood boy's mouth, on his lips and all over his face. The humiliation that disgusted Harry before feels just so right and pure. Pure. Harry swallows Draco's semen and licks his lips to get more of that flavour while thrusting his arse against Lucius' cock, his own prick so achingly hard that his desperate moans sound almost inhuman.
(Quite delicious sounds, indeed. And as I have quite a lot of plans for this nice afternoon, I can show Harry some mercy.) "I... oh yess... Finite Incantatem."
The spell removes the cock-ring and Harry climaxes all over the couch again, panting and uttering indistinct but very sincere thankyous, his body wriggling around Lucius' cock, his raw, bleeding channel so deliciously tight that Lucius comes inside Harry's arse almost immediately, allowing himself to let out a soft moan of pleasure. Lucius drawls a spell and the silver shackles are removed.
"Your dear mother was quite right, Draco. He is rather messy but his manners have improved somewhat. At least he has learned to thank us." (I would have liked to educate this annoying little saviour slowly and without drugging him but unfortunately we do not have time for that. Oh well, one just cannot have everything, at least not everything at the same time.)
"I still think a proper 'thank you' would be nice."
"I think you have a somewhat specific idea in your dirty mind, my little libertine."
"I would say so. As our fuck-toy is so concerned about house elf rights though not as much as his Mudblood friend, he would probably like to lessen the tasks we order our property to do. Harry, I would like to see you licking your come from the couch. It is your fault that it's so dirty, after all."
"I appreciate your idea. His semen somewhat has this 'Eat me' message almost written on the black velvet. Harry, do as you are told. If you complete your task well enough, we might even give you some kind of a reward."
"I... I will."
Their voices sound so sweet to Harry that the boy barely notices Draco's snide remark about Hermione and a clear sign of his drugged stage is that it doesn't anger or not even disturb him anymore. He just obeys and starts the humiliating task, licking and sucking his own come from the soft fabric, the only thing inside his mind being the possibility to earn the reward Lucius mentioned.
Lucius slides his hand along his son's slender body and licks his jawline and then teases Draco with gentle bites on the Slytherin boy's neck, an amused smirk with luscious undertones on his face as he finds that his son is already half-erect.
"You really do like to watch. I remember quite well how absolutely precious you looked while masturbating under your cloaking charm while I was having some innocent little fun in the dungeons with my property. Not to mention how adorably you blushed when I told you afterwards that I saw you all the time."
"Ahh... as you do know, I was just ashamed of my charm being so shoddy. I felt like a disappointment."
"Actually it was not that bad as you were just thirteen years old."
Lucius gives a hard slap on Harry's bruised bottom, which just makes the boy lick the come vigorously, only thing in the black-haired boy's mind the possible reward he might get in return.
"You definitely have learned some manners. I think you have some makings to be the Boy Who Lived To End Up As a Cock-whore for Malfoys. So, would you like to be filled again?"
"Lucius... ohh yess... please, fuck me again?"
"No."
Harry kneels before Lucius and Draco, begging.
"Please, let me stay here. I just want to give pleasure for you both. I want... could I be worthy to be your sex slave? Forever? Or... just until you decide to give me to Voldemort? Or... maybe, could you ask him to let me live? I will not fight him, I just want to stay here."
"No, I won't. You have been honoured all too much when allowed to keep so much pure Malfoy seed inside your filthy Gryffindor body. But as I am a benevolent man, I will fill you up with something else. You can consider this as a test."
Instant obedience. Harry is bruised rather badly but he barely notices it and as Lucius whispers more Lubricatus charms and inserts his fingers, now two at the same time, inside Harry's bleeding opening, he moans with pleasure and arches his arse against Lucius' hand. A third one and the boy is already begging; fourth, and while Harry should feel pain, he just wants some more. Needs some more. Anything and everything. Or so he thinks.
Five fingers and still Harry just stares at Lucius' face with a desperate plea and worship in his eyes. Beautiful pale complexion, aristocratic features and long hair like moonlight. So beautiful, so adorable in his dominance with a gentle expression in those deep grey eyes and a smirk so deviously lustful. Lucius. Luscious. The elder Dark wizard's lustful smirk changes, pure cruelty overcoming all the feigned sweetness as he drawls a charm.
"Scourgify."
The spell removes all lubrication and Lucius thrusts his whole hand inside the boy's already bleeding arse, fucking the young Gryffindor's raw, hurting channel with his fist, carefully avoiding touching the boy's prostate. As an embodiment of a true Malfoy, Lucius never forgets the little but important details. There is no pleasure anymore, only pain as even the powerful lust potion cannot overcome the way Lucius is now hurting Harry. The Half-blood boy tries to endure the pain but it is too much. Way too much as the elder Malfoy continues the torture and now Harry's pleas change completely, tears running from his eyes.
"P-please... no more. I can't stand the pain..."
"As I thought. Not worthy."
Lucius withdraws his hand slowly, reaching for the sweet spot inside Harry's bleeding channel and the Gryffindor boy feels the arousal, fuelled by the Gift of Lilith, again. The pleasure comes back, now merged with the way Harry is disappointed of himself. Not worthy.
This time Lucius does not allow his fuck-toy to climax, he just drawls Lubricatus spells again and slides his hand slowly and gently out of Harry's arse. Lucius arches his right eyebrow, his expression completely indifferent, not betraying the slightest hint of triumph and satisfaction ...except for Draco who now has a rather hard time keeping his casual, estimating facade on his face.
"I... am so sorry. I will try better next time. Please, give me a second chance?"
"Scourgify. I really do not need a single trace of your filthy flesh on my skin. Oh, and as we might be merciful enough to consider your plea again, you are not allowed to touch your prick. Some self-control could help if you wish to remain here, enjoying our tender care."
"In my humble opinion, he is not good enough to be granted such an honour but, of course, it is up to you to decide, Father." (Draco. You. Do. Not. Snigger. Now.)
"I thought as much, my son. The Gryffindor's Golden Slut was rather good to use for one day but... no. Definitely not worth of keeping. His presence would quite stain our manor." (Actually it would be rather entertaining to keep him here, breaking his resistance slowly, but it is far too dangerous.)
"N-no. I... I will improve. I will do anything... please?"
"So selfish. However, let no one say that we Malfoys do not treat our guest properly. So you will have this last gift to ...remember. Accio the Mixed Blessing of Morpheus." (Sweet dreams, Harry.)
"My pleasure."
The mirror again, speaking and opening to reveal the closet behind it. Another bottle, this time dark violet, floating into Lucius' hand. Harry is trying to hold his tears back, this new wonderful world crumbling before his eyes like a tower of cards. Not worthy. Lucius' eyes, the disapproving, cold gaze feels like the blood in Harry's veins is freezing. Not worthy. As Lucius gestures for him to rise from his knees, he obeys and parts his lips as Lucius pours dark blue liquid inside his mouth. The taste is like a mixture of dark chocolate and purple grapes, and as Harry tries to thank the elder Malfoy for this last parting gift, he feels his eyes close as he drifts into deep sleep, his last hazy memory being of falling on the floor.
"Father, should we give Potter to the Dark Lord now?" Draco's voice and his expression are honest but somewhere deep in his grey eyes there is a very serious doubt. A doubt probably no one else but Lucius could see.
"I'd prefer not to. There was a time when I believed Lord Voldemort was the saviour of the Pureblood wizardkind but no more. He is no longer interested in building a better world, only going on and on with his rather unhealthy obsession for Potter." (You seem to no longer glorify the Dark Lord as a hero of the Wizarding World. That, in itself, is very good and I would expect no less from you, but you must mask your feelings and thoughts better. You are too precious and too young for this damn war, for Salazar's sake!)
"As usual, you are right, Father. His obsession about Potter ...we could have killed him now and he has failed that-"
"Yes, too many times. I have no interest in bowing before a failure." (As Voldemort wants to kill the boy himself and he cannot do that... It is dangerous to play both sides at the same time but we have no other choice.)
"That is true. And the way Voldemort treats you is plainly sickening. By Abaddon, only because you are not licking his arse for not spending time in Azkaban because of his earlier failure, he thinks you a turncoat." (There is more than that but I guess you will tell me when the time is right.)
"Of course not. We are Malfoys and therefore minions to no one. We are all that he wants to be and never can achieve. And the years Voldemort was stuck in the spiritform ...that definitely was not good for his mental health so now he thinks of me as expendable." (Damn the destruction of his diary to the Flaming Gehenna. Definitely wrong timing. I knew it was a Horcrux and everything went just according to the plan but I didn't know he had made more of those bloody things.) "However, there are other things as well but I cannot tell you these. As you know, the Dark Lord is a very gifted Legilimens and even while you are doing well with your Occlumency lessons with me, your skills still do not leave you any real defence against Voldemort's concentrated look inside your psyche. I just hope you don't attract his attention too soon."
"I see." (There is something very sinister to come. Luckily he probably does not think that I would be very capable of anything. I never thought how useful my spoiled brat-facade could be.)
"I hope so. You will continue your Occlumency lessons, both with me and Severus. We have to make some plans and you will see him on a rather regular basis this summer." (And if things get well beyond uncomfortable, there is still the Samhain Ritual though I would not like to resort to it.)
Lucius casts some very efficient healing charms on sleeping Harry, who now looks completely unscathed, and summons his house elf.
"Master. What can Grumpy do for Master?
"Take our guest back to his house. Silently and dress him up, there must be some kind of ugly Muggle pyjamas. Be careful not to forget his wand either. It should look like he has just slept the whole night soundly. (That is what he will think he did because of the last potion.) After that, come back and hammer five nails through your nose because your filthy feet are staining the carpet."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
The house elf takes Harry's sleeping body into its arms and vanishes.
"The Recording Globe was an excellent idea, my silvery, shining devil. It will really provide quite a lot of enjoyable experiences." (I had one hidden too, of course. If the war ends up like the last one, the evidence of the so-called Boy Who Lived begging on his knees to be our sex slave can be a rather useful tool of coercion if they happen to question our absolute innocence. I don't think the Golden Boy would like to be known as the Golden Slut of Malfoys. The globes must go through a process of careful modification of course as Harry, or the Wizengamot, if we have to result to that, might not understand what that annoying boy really deserved.)
"Mmh... it surely will. However, as this is my birthday, I think we should enjoy it some more." (By Azazel, I guess I will never get enough of you.)
"What exactly do you mean by enjoying, Draco?" (I know all too well, my insatiable imp. And I have nothing against spoiling you that way, actually quite contrary.)
Draco smirks lusciously, his eyes shining with wicked lust like he would be caressing his father with just a gaze. Lucius in his flawless nudity, lean body and beautifully aristocratic features, piercing grey gaze, hair like flowing river of white gold, his devious lust clearly shown as his rather large cock is hard as rock and his dominant glory, like an aura of Dark Arts, making him Draco's dark angel.
"Wingardium Leviosa."
The silver trail with the scones dosed with Gift of Lilith floats from the table and stops in mid-air before Lucius who watches Draco licking his lips seductively, sliding his pale, nimble hand through his moon-pale hair. The elder Malfoy looks at his son, his mouth twitching with amusement and hints of lust shining in his eyes.
"How about some more, Father? Something more intimate?"
"Can't you ever get enough, Draco?" (I would enjoy seeing if you can.)
"I'm not sure, so would you like to test that out? You do tend to force me beyond my current limits after all and I feel like I really need some practice." (Loopholes... you do love me finding them out as much I.)
"What a decadent spoiled son I have... but it is your birthday after all."
Harry awakes slowly in his room, feeling like he has not slept at all, more weary than when he went to sleep. Went to sleep?
(How is it that I can't remember anything about going to sleep? Or the evening? All I can remember...)
Remember. His dream. Malfoy and his equally perverted father taking turns to fuck him mercilessly, humiliating him beyond belief and himself being aroused to the point of dying, pleading for more cock, more pain, more come, more ...anything. Draco and Lucius fucking each other. Himself begging to be a permanent sex-slave for both of them. Semen. On his sheets. Wet dream about that? This is worse than the nightmares about Cedric dying in front of him. Harry covers his face with his hands to hide his shame but it just brings more hazy pictures he Does. Not. Want. To. See.
The door opens. Slow, hard footsteps and panting. Must be Dudley, no one else can get so tired just from running up the stairs. Harry opens his eyes because even seeing Dudley's disgustingly plump, red face is so much better than the pictures inside his head.
"I knew you are a disgusting faggot, Potter, but I didn't know you were a slut to top that. Last night you were screaming like a bitch in heat for some "Lucius" and "Draco". Weird names but guess that's just part of being queer. I think your beloved Cedric will be quite jealous."
ENDNOTES:
1. Honestly dedicated to my left hand.
2. Extreme gratitude to my dear friend The Real Luciusmistress for her wonderful beta work and spending weird shit time together. Also credits to her for the idea of Recording Globes.
3. Sincere thanks to the brilliant director Dario Argento for the idea of pins around the eyes to force a person keep them open (in the first chapter), I borrowed it from his excellent movie "Opera" and to Lewis Carroll for the Alice in Wonderland undertones (in the second chapter). I'm quite proud of the fact that I was able to make even Dudley Dursley somewhat useful:)
4. The excessive drug use in the story does not contain any underlying agendas (except for the Alice in Wonderland theme as the book is quite adored in the drug scene). My opinion on drug use is completely neutral.
5. For those interested in little details: as this happens before "Bloodstained Mirror Images: A Gate through Three Samhains", if someone happens to be curious about the definite absence of Draco's piercings there (I would but I have my ...obsessions.), well, he just took those off for a while. Though not cold iron, they still wouldn't have suited in the atmosphere of the ritual.
6. Last but not least: Feedback? Pretty prease?
AUTHOR:
PAIRINGS: Draco/Harry, Lucius/Harry, Lucius/Draco/Harry, Lucius/Draco
SUMMARY: Sweet dreams are made of this and who are you to disagree?
WORD COUNT: about 7000
WARNINGS: NC-17: unapologetic PWDP (porn with devious plots), chanslash, incest, non-con, dubcon, violence, humiliation, fisting, really extensive drug use
DISCLAIMER: J.K.Rowling and various big companies own the Potterverse and the characters. (What despicable illusions of grandeur those poor Muggles have. -Lucius) I do not. They get the profit, I do not, nor want to. Like information, pornography wants to be free!
(What despicable illusions of grandeur those poor Muggles have. -Lucius)
"Fancy Time with the Beautiful People? Chapter II: Malice in Wonderland"
The story continues...
The blessed state of no memories or awareness of the situation does not last long. Harry feels something soft and moist inside his mouth. Fingers and a taste, clear, cold and sharp like a winter morning.
(What? Where am I and what the Hell is going on in here wherever I am? Fingers? I really can't think of a reason why someone would stick his or her fingers inside my mouth.)
The fingers are removed from the Gryffindor boy's mouth rather quickly and he hears a voice.
(Malfoy? What. The. Fuck?)
"Is this one of Severus' potions again?"
"No, Draco. The Cleansing of the Tainted Mind is my father's work. Quite a masterpiece, though. It removes all magical effects and sharpens one's mind and memory. I somehow presume that the so-called 'Boy Who Lived' does not appreciate that very much right now."
It all comes back again. Harry begging for Malfoy... for both FUCKING DISGUSTING Malfoys to remove a bloody cock-ring to be allowed to orgasm. Lucius spanking him... and equally devious Draco, the fucking slutty wannabe-Death Eater gloating over the situation. Draco coming on Harry's face. Harry... calling himself a slut on Lucius' orders and licking that disgusting slimy bastard's cock... and enjoying it. No. No. Hell, no. Harry is violently sick over the black marble floor though only bile comes out.
Draco adjusts his position in the air and floats closer to his father, two pale bodies kissing and caressing each other. Footsteps. The sharp sound of high heels on floor echoing through the hallway.
"Who the Hell is going to join in the fucking rapefest here?" (Rape. Bloody HELL. I know it is coming and-)
"I understand that this is your birthday, darling, and I do know that this is your favourite present. But I must admit that he is very messy and bad-mannered." (It's not that I would deny my dear Draco anything but... oh well, he is so Lucius' son.)
"We did not order Potter to vomit on the floor, Mother."
Harry actually doesn't want to see the woman who very clearly has to be Narcissa Malfoy, but he still turns his head. Thin, pale and blonde, clad in a white, lacy dress with an equally white corset. And she considers her husband and her son fucking each other perfectly NORMAL, the only problem being signs of Harry's suffering and even that just because it's MESSY?
"Ah. I understand. Scourgify."
"Are ALL you sickening Death Eater families so completely fucked-up?"
"I would prefer you not to use such words here, young man. Silencio."
"Oh, we will order house elves to clean all up afterwards and we have quite a lot fun to do with the Gryffindor's Golden Boy yet. He's still virgin, Cissy dear."
"I see. And your work on his skin is a beautiful sight indeed, Lucius."
With an elegant flick of her wand, Narcissa summons a small, white clock on her hand. A damn pretentious thing again, adorned with the Malfoy family crest and instead of ticking, Harry hears a soft, silvery cling.
"Oh, I am really in a hurry now! MacNairs's Red Masque party started an hour ago and this is the correct timing to be fashionably late. So, I will Apparate there now. Have fun, darlings."
Narcissa smirks at Harry, her expression somewhere in-between cruelty and amusement and turns her head, giving a loving look from her bright blue eyes for both her husband and her son. She waves good-bye with one hand clad in a long velvet glove and walks away.
"I'd like to hear that little saviour's voice again. He is so delicious when he is angry."
"Yes, Father. Though I really liked that desperate begging too. Finite Incantatem."
"Birthday present?" (This is fucking beyond belief.) "YOU SICK FUCKS! I am not going to-" (Not going to... what? Not going to where? Fucking Hell.)
"Finally understood you do not have any choices? You are a birthday present for my precious son and... well, have you ever asked from your Firebolt broomstick if it wants you to ride it?"
Again, Harry finds himself just beyond belief and especially beyond any words. This feels like the worst, most twisted nightmare he has ever had but it is reality, the Malfoys's world and it is, as horrifying as the thought is, just as true as the Muggle world and the Wizarding world he has formerly lived in.
"The Boy Who Lived to Pay For It is all yours now, my debauched darling. It is your birthday after all and I can take my own pleasure on his defiled innocence afterwards."
"Thank you, Father. I really would like to ...open my present now. Finite Incantatem."
Draco lands gracefully on the floor behind Harry, vengeful lust shining in his eyes. The lithe Pureblood takes his wand and points it at his cock, drawling a spell, his voice younger and less sophisticated but still quite like Lucius'.
"Lubricatus. No point in using any quality lubricant on your arse, Golden Boy."
"You are definitely right, my precious drakeling. It is a great honour enough that he can offer his virginity to a Malfoy."
Not bothering with any preparation, the young Pureblood violently thrusts half of his length inside Harry's arse. The pain is searing but the young wizard clenches his teeth and does not scream. As Draco buries his cock deeper inside Harry's channel in frantic thrusts, each one more painful than the former, the Gryffindor boy's eyes water and he lets out a small, pained gasp.
Sniggering, the androgynous Slytherin takes a good grip on Harry's hair and hauls his head backwards in one brutal movement. Draco lowers his head and whispers words in the black-haired boy's ear in a voice so mockingly gentle that the fiercely burning agony Harry feels inside his tortured channel from the brutal rape lessens somewhat because of the murderous hatred that is consuming his mind so thoroughly.
"Your arse feels... ohh... so nice and tight... yess, so deliciously tight around my cock, Harry. I never knew you have... ahh... such redeeming qualities."
Lucius strokes Harry's hair in a mockingly tender way, a very amused smirk creeping onto his face, lust and malice merging in his grey gaze.
"Ah, they say that the first time is always the sweetest, don't you agree?"
"Fuck off, you dirty bastard! They sure as Hell didn't mean getting bloody raped by a devious fucking posturing slimeball as a first-"
"Manners, Harry."
Lucius backhands Harry so hard his eyesight blurs for a moment and he feels blood starting to flow from his nose.
"Do keep resisting, it... oh yess... hurts you so much more... feels... so..."
"Draco, there is something extremely enjoyable you have not experienced before. So, I will show you."
There is some kind of horrible undertone in Lucius' voice which chills Harry's burning rage into fear again. The pale wizard brushes some strands of his long silvery-blond hair off his angular, beautiful face, summons his wand into his hand and watches the scene, smiling almost playfully. Draco holding his climax back, trying to prolong his pleasure for as long as it is possible and Harry's pained expression, fear somewhere behind the hatred. Fear the Gryffindor boy so much does not want to show.
(Rather pathetic attempt. I remember Draco was as bad at hiding his emotions when he was eleven.) "Crucio."
The Unforgivable Curse like a gift from a gloriously shining fallen angel. The impossible tightness and the way Harry's raw, hurting channel clenches uncontrollably around Draco's cock drives the fey-like Slytherin over the edge instantly as he climaxes inside his birthday present's arse, digging his fingernails deep into Harry's back, his eyes misty grey with indescribable ecstasy, half-open and interlocked with his father's.
"Lucius..."
The Unforgivable Curse like silver lightnings striking inside every fibre of Harry's being and he feels like he is flayed from both inside and outside, his mind exploding into shards of pure suffering, leaving behind only a bloodied piece of meat wracked in pain so excruciating the boy cannot even scream but just whimper and sob until even these voices stop and as Lucius ends the curse, Harry drifts into grey mist of numbness, still pierced with tingles of pain.
Panting, his silvery-blond hair dampened with sweat and thoroughly wicked satisfaction sparkling in his eyes, the moon-pale Pureblood boy withdraws his cock from Harry's arse and casts a Scourgify spell on himself. Draco, simply irresistible in his impish charm and debauched purity. Lucius reaches for his son, caressing him gently as the boy purrs softly in his father's loving arms.
"Mmh... the afterglow. I somehow enjoy it quite a lot better with you than with him."
"I thought as much, my son."
Lucius summons his house elf.
"Master. What can Grumpy do to help Master?"
"Bring us some tea and scones. The special variety."
"Yes, Master."
The creature vanishes and returns soon, carrying an ornate silver tray with three black china teacups with silver snakes in the Ouroboros position hand-painted on them, three silver tea spoons and sand-pale scones, each one of them adorned with a perfect picture of the Malfoy family crest on top of them.
"Very good, Grumpy. Now, put the tray on the table and after that go to the eastern dungeon and remove your toenails because I happen to see that the tray is not perfectly balanced in your worthless hands."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
Lucius takes a cup and a scone, kneels before Harry and pours too hot tea between the young Gryffindor's lips. Harry's green eyes flash open instantly and his hateful gaze meets Lucius' mockingly polite smirk and Draco's calm, satisfied expression as he drinks his tea oh-so-properly.
"It seems that you did not enjoy me popping your cherry, Harry. I, then again, enjoyed it quite thoroughly so two rights make it even better." (I so hope Potter has not ran out of his "righteous Gryffindor anger yet...)
"Now, now, my son. As noble Malfoys, we have an obligation to treat our invited guests well even if they do not deserve it." (Mm... probably more like how they deserve it but it is the same thing indeed in this case.)
Draco's usual sniggering has never made Harry so enraged as now but he is too weary to come up with anything vile enough to say and, even worse, knows that whatever he does, it doesn't improve the situation he is in. The worst thing that is now dawning on him through Lucius' words is that anything he does or doesn't do will not make anything worse at all either.
"As my little spell seemed to leave you somewhat weary, I think you should have something to eat. I ordered our house elves to make this special treat just for this special day, so I will be very offended if you refuse our quality scones."
(Fucking Hell. If I don't eat the bloody pretentious food, he will probably use Imperius to make me eat it anyway. Fucking Malfoys. Why couldn't it be some decent, less perverted Death Eaters instead?)
The thought would have felt absurd or even hilarious for Harry just this morning but not anymore as he opens his mouth and lets Lucius stuff the scone inside his mouth. Lucius. The hatred surges back and he bites both the scone and the perfectly manicured fingers inside his mouth, gaining a very harsh backhanded blow in return.
"Relashio."
Draco and his well-aimed charm. Harry can feel his mouth and tongue transform completely limp and boneless, quite like Gilderoy Lockhart's pitiful attempt to heal his arm after the Quidditch match but there is nothing pitiful in this spell. Except the state he is in, especially as Lucius did not even flinch at the pain but just cast a simple wandless healing charm on his fingers and now smears another scone inside Harry's mouth. Much to his disgust, they truly taste delicious, a taste like being completely, happily alive and warm but with a darkly sensual, sinister undertone. The young Gryffindor wants to spit them out but he can't control his lips. Delicious. That was what the Malfoy bastards called him. Delicious. The taste.
"Finite Incantatem. Since when have you decided I need protection, Draco?" (Of course you didn't really think so.)
Lucius slaps his son's cheek sharply and the nimble Slytherin lets out a feline noise, squirming his body against his father's. Pale skin and platinum blond hair, aristocratic, delicate features. Two pairs of eyes in endless shades of grey like clouds in a moonlit sky. So alike but still so different. Beautiful.
"I am so sorry, Father. Can I kiss you properly as an apology?"
"Just a bit, my incubus. I am still obliged to entertain our guest."
"Ah, I see. Would you be so kind as to hand me one of those scones too?"
"I cannot see any reason why not. Here, my precious." (Well, I certainly do not mind taking a small dose of the Gift of Lilith myself and of course you want to give it to me this way. My perverted, precious son.)
Smirking wickedly, Lucius reaches for the silver tray and takes one scone and as Draco parts his lips, feeds it to his son. Draco cradles his head on Lucius' lap and kisses his cock head chastely. If such a gesture is possible. He swirls his tongue around his father's cock, licking Lucius' precome. Still so beautiful. Intoxicatingly beautiful.
"You... have drugged me all the fucking way!"
Harry tries to sound angry but the lust in his voice betrays him. Inside his body. Inside his mind. He desperately tries to feel his earlier rage and disgust but the combination, the dirty situation and the helplessness... it feels too good. It should not be so. It should so very much not be so that he envies both Malfoys for the forbidden love they share. And they seem to understand completely what is going on inside Harry's mind as he hears Lucius' drawl.
"It really took quite a lot of... oh yess... time from you to understand this, Golden Boy."
Draco licks Lucius' cock a few times and is rewarded with hisses of pleasure. Then he faces Harry, his smug smile merged with contempt.
"He is not exactly bright, Father. And especially lacking in experience."
"Which definitely means I should teach the little hero something. To be more precise, lots of things."
Lucius' drawl is sinister, predatory and lustful. All those things that made Harry red-hot with anger before but now the only thing that is red-hot is his face when all his blood seems to rush into his prick just because of the voice and the anticipation of what is to come as Lucius rises up gracefully, moves behind Harry and drawls a spell.
"Lubricatus. I don't actually think that the Gryffindor's Golden cock-whore really even needs the preparation but I really do feel rather benevolent today."
The elder Pureblood inserts one perfectly manicured finger inside Harry's rectum and moves it slowly, making the boy moan helplessly as he is in desperate need of more friction. Another finger and more painfully slow movements as Lucius gently stretches Harry's arse. Third finger and faster thrusts as the beautiful Dark wizard starts to fuck the boy's arse with his fingers. There is nothing left from the pain Draco caused while raping Harry, only a yearning to be completely filled again as the boy thrusts his arse against Lucius' fingers, all his Gryffindor honour completely gone.
"P-please?"
"Please what? Am I hurting you, dear Harry? Should I stop?"
"N-no! ahh... Please, fuck me."
"Not a hearty enough effort. Not at all."
"Lucius... I need... please? I... you were right... I am a slut."
The knowledge that he is drugged does not matter to Harry anymore. It feels more like he now understands this completely different world, a world he never imagined and sensations he could never feel or crave before. Crave. Crave so much the black-haired boy forgets his former feelings. Now there is something new. New and beautifully twisted. The freedom in being under Lucius' control, the freedom from his task to fight Voldemort.
"Oh yes you are. Most likely too worthless a slut to be fucked by a Pureblood Malfoy again. Draco was rather forgiving to you, especially considering how rude you have been to him."
"I... I am sorry, Draco. Lucius... I am your whore. Please, I can't stand it anymore... I'm begging... please, let me be your fuck-toy? Anything? I will do anything to please you both."
Lucius withdraws his fingers from Harry's arse, causing the boy to whimper from loss and continue his pleas and apologies. The elder Malfoy lets out a low chuckle and his amused smirk meets his son's deviously lascivious expression. Draco. Slender, moon-pale body in a very languid position, a flawless nimble hand absently touching his/the hardened cock between silvery-blond curls and another carelessly toying with a globe made of glass, androgynous face, lips like pale rose, pierced tongue suggestively darting in and out of that sweet mouth. Harry wonders how he has never realized that Draco is beautiful.
(By the sweet grace of Astarte, drugs do make the world go round. It's so delicious to see Harry begging from Lucius in a way so shameful I would never succumb to that. Of course I beg my father to fuck me but between two Malfoys that is just godlike. Harry is as far from that as a Muggle is from a Pureblood and if he would be in his normal 'righteous' mindset... Oh, joy.)
Draco suffocates his sniggering. The lithe Slytherin shakes his head in mock pity and rises up in one fluidlike movement, puts the globe on the table and walks towards Harry, every step like dancing to a slow, sensual tune. His voice is full of contempt but the Gryffindor boy now really feels that he deserves it.
"As I feel rather forgiving today, I might allow you to practise your probably rather awful cock-sucking on me."
"Ohh... yes. Draco, please?"
"You can start with licking. I do hope that the poor skill with one's tongue does not run in the family."
Harry starts with shy licks on Draco's cock and encouraged with the blond boy's hisses of pleasure, starts sucking Draco's cock head, his drugged enthusiasm making up for the fact that this is indeed the first time he is giving a blowjob. Thinking himself straight, he has never thought about the idea very much and he never thought that having someone's cock inside his mouth would feel so good.
"Ahh... rather good, I would say. But do remember to cover your teeth as I don't think you want to hurt me and now I feel I would really like to get a bit rough with you. You want it too, don't you?"
"Yes, please?"
"Oh, I am so happy to oblige."
Draco thrusts half of his length inside Harry's mouth, the gagging reflex providing quite a lot of extra pleasure. He fucks the Gryffindor boy's mouth in slow but deep thrusts and Harry lets out muffled moans as he finally feels Lucius' cock head touching his entrance, even so slightly. Lucius slaps the boy's bruised bottom sharply, his drawl so utterly casual.
"Now now, Harry. It is not polite to try to speak with your mouth full."
Harry tries to be silent which is an impossible task as Lucius now slides his cock inside Harry's arse in slow, teasing motions. Draco reaches for his father and they kiss each other with almost divine passion, fucking Harry almost just as an afterthought. He feels a painful sting of rejection and sucks Draco's cock harder, not caring about losing his air supply, only desperate to get some affection, even some attention from the breathtakingly beautiful pair. Draco moans into his father's mouth and Lucius breaks the kiss gently, tips of their tongues touching briefly like to share a secret they are definitely not going to tell. Draco pulls his cock out of Harry's mouth, forcing a whimper of loss from the boy's lips.
"Our little hero, our little whore here seems to have something to say."
"Lucius, please? Fuck me harder? I... know I am... ohh... not worthy enough but... I just... I cannot... please?"
"Rather hearty effort, don't you think, Draco?"
"I would say so, Father. Still, it will do no good to his manners if we do not teach him some restraint."
"Mmh... Great minds do think alike."
Lucius drawls a spell and Harry can feel the magical cock-ring around his achingly hard prick again. This is torture but torture like a heaven tainted with lust, all the sensations Harry could never imagine before, especially as the elder blond Pureblood now gives the Gryffindor boy all he asked for, thrusting his cock inside Harry's arse in deep, violent motions like flaying the boy from the inside again but now it feels just ecstatic, like his best, most intense fantasies magnified to an indescribable height.
There is nothing left from Harry's former self and the black-haired boy hardly remembers that he is kidnapped by a Death Eater because it just does not matter anymore. As Draco forces his cock inside his mouth again, he takes it in eagerly, sucking the fey-like boy's prick like his life depends on it, the taste of Draco, the feeling of being so completely filled by both Malfoys.
Through his white-hot devious lust Draco notices that Harry is completely forgetting himself, running out of air and still just watching the slender Slytherin with something like a prayer in his emerald-green eyes. While on the verge of coming inside his rival's throat, Draco still feels it would not be elegant and as he gathers all his Malfoy pride and self-control, he grasps Harry's hair violently and forces the boy's mouth off his cock.
Lucius fucking Harry's arse raw, the perfect pleasure-pain and the completely filled feeling inside his raw channel as the lean, aristocratic wizard thrusts his cock all the way up Harry's arse so that he can feel Lucius' pubic hair, silky as everything about this gloriously decadent fallen angel, that should be enough or actually way too much but now when Gift of Lilith is running in Harry's blood, singing a debauched tune of its own within the young Gryffindor's heartbeats, nothing seems to be enough.
"Do you really think you would be worthy enough to have your loud, slutty mouth filled with Pureblood semen?"
"Draco... please? I... I'm... ahh... begging, please, Lucius... oh yess... more... your taste... your cock... I crave..."
"So it is you who probably can't live without my cock inside your filthy mouth and my father's cock inside your arse?"
"I... yes. Yess... Choke me if you ahh... wish, Draco? Any- anything?"
"You are almost beautiful when you are helpless, so it is rather good for you that I happen to feel like saving the day for you."
Draco forces his cock inside Harry's mouth in one brutal thrust, withdraws it almost completely and comes inside the Half-blood boy's mouth, on his lips and all over his face. The humiliation that disgusted Harry before feels just so right and pure. Pure. Harry swallows Draco's semen and licks his lips to get more of that flavour while thrusting his arse against Lucius' cock, his own prick so achingly hard that his desperate moans sound almost inhuman.
(Quite delicious sounds, indeed. And as I have quite a lot of plans for this nice afternoon, I can show Harry some mercy.) "I... oh yess... Finite Incantatem."
The spell removes the cock-ring and Harry climaxes all over the couch again, panting and uttering indistinct but very sincere thankyous, his body wriggling around Lucius' cock, his raw, bleeding channel so deliciously tight that Lucius comes inside Harry's arse almost immediately, allowing himself to let out a soft moan of pleasure. Lucius drawls a spell and the silver shackles are removed.
"Your dear mother was quite right, Draco. He is rather messy but his manners have improved somewhat. At least he has learned to thank us." (I would have liked to educate this annoying little saviour slowly and without drugging him but unfortunately we do not have time for that. Oh well, one just cannot have everything, at least not everything at the same time.)
"I still think a proper 'thank you' would be nice."
"I think you have a somewhat specific idea in your dirty mind, my little libertine."
"I would say so. As our fuck-toy is so concerned about house elf rights though not as much as his Mudblood friend, he would probably like to lessen the tasks we order our property to do. Harry, I would like to see you licking your come from the couch. It is your fault that it's so dirty, after all."
"I appreciate your idea. His semen somewhat has this 'Eat me' message almost written on the black velvet. Harry, do as you are told. If you complete your task well enough, we might even give you some kind of a reward."
"I... I will."
Their voices sound so sweet to Harry that the boy barely notices Draco's snide remark about Hermione and a clear sign of his drugged stage is that it doesn't anger or not even disturb him anymore. He just obeys and starts the humiliating task, licking and sucking his own come from the soft fabric, the only thing inside his mind being the possibility to earn the reward Lucius mentioned.
Lucius slides his hand along his son's slender body and licks his jawline and then teases Draco with gentle bites on the Slytherin boy's neck, an amused smirk with luscious undertones on his face as he finds that his son is already half-erect.
"You really do like to watch. I remember quite well how absolutely precious you looked while masturbating under your cloaking charm while I was having some innocent little fun in the dungeons with my property. Not to mention how adorably you blushed when I told you afterwards that I saw you all the time."
"Ahh... as you do know, I was just ashamed of my charm being so shoddy. I felt like a disappointment."
"Actually it was not that bad as you were just thirteen years old."
Lucius gives a hard slap on Harry's bruised bottom, which just makes the boy lick the come vigorously, only thing in the black-haired boy's mind the possible reward he might get in return.
"You definitely have learned some manners. I think you have some makings to be the Boy Who Lived To End Up As a Cock-whore for Malfoys. So, would you like to be filled again?"
"Lucius... ohh yess... please, fuck me again?"
"No."
Harry kneels before Lucius and Draco, begging.
"Please, let me stay here. I just want to give pleasure for you both. I want... could I be worthy to be your sex slave? Forever? Or... just until you decide to give me to Voldemort? Or... maybe, could you ask him to let me live? I will not fight him, I just want to stay here."
"No, I won't. You have been honoured all too much when allowed to keep so much pure Malfoy seed inside your filthy Gryffindor body. But as I am a benevolent man, I will fill you up with something else. You can consider this as a test."
Instant obedience. Harry is bruised rather badly but he barely notices it and as Lucius whispers more Lubricatus charms and inserts his fingers, now two at the same time, inside Harry's bleeding opening, he moans with pleasure and arches his arse against Lucius' hand. A third one and the boy is already begging; fourth, and while Harry should feel pain, he just wants some more. Needs some more. Anything and everything. Or so he thinks.
Five fingers and still Harry just stares at Lucius' face with a desperate plea and worship in his eyes. Beautiful pale complexion, aristocratic features and long hair like moonlight. So beautiful, so adorable in his dominance with a gentle expression in those deep grey eyes and a smirk so deviously lustful. Lucius. Luscious. The elder Dark wizard's lustful smirk changes, pure cruelty overcoming all the feigned sweetness as he drawls a charm.
"Scourgify."
The spell removes all lubrication and Lucius thrusts his whole hand inside the boy's already bleeding arse, fucking the young Gryffindor's raw, hurting channel with his fist, carefully avoiding touching the boy's prostate. As an embodiment of a true Malfoy, Lucius never forgets the little but important details. There is no pleasure anymore, only pain as even the powerful lust potion cannot overcome the way Lucius is now hurting Harry. The Half-blood boy tries to endure the pain but it is too much. Way too much as the elder Malfoy continues the torture and now Harry's pleas change completely, tears running from his eyes.
"P-please... no more. I can't stand the pain..."
"As I thought. Not worthy."
Lucius withdraws his hand slowly, reaching for the sweet spot inside Harry's bleeding channel and the Gryffindor boy feels the arousal, fuelled by the Gift of Lilith, again. The pleasure comes back, now merged with the way Harry is disappointed of himself. Not worthy.
This time Lucius does not allow his fuck-toy to climax, he just drawls Lubricatus spells again and slides his hand slowly and gently out of Harry's arse. Lucius arches his right eyebrow, his expression completely indifferent, not betraying the slightest hint of triumph and satisfaction ...except for Draco who now has a rather hard time keeping his casual, estimating facade on his face.
"I... am so sorry. I will try better next time. Please, give me a second chance?"
"Scourgify. I really do not need a single trace of your filthy flesh on my skin. Oh, and as we might be merciful enough to consider your plea again, you are not allowed to touch your prick. Some self-control could help if you wish to remain here, enjoying our tender care."
"In my humble opinion, he is not good enough to be granted such an honour but, of course, it is up to you to decide, Father." (Draco. You. Do. Not. Snigger. Now.)
"I thought as much, my son. The Gryffindor's Golden Slut was rather good to use for one day but... no. Definitely not worth of keeping. His presence would quite stain our manor." (Actually it would be rather entertaining to keep him here, breaking his resistance slowly, but it is far too dangerous.)
"N-no. I... I will improve. I will do anything... please?"
"So selfish. However, let no one say that we Malfoys do not treat our guest properly. So you will have this last gift to ...remember. Accio the Mixed Blessing of Morpheus." (Sweet dreams, Harry.)
"My pleasure."
The mirror again, speaking and opening to reveal the closet behind it. Another bottle, this time dark violet, floating into Lucius' hand. Harry is trying to hold his tears back, this new wonderful world crumbling before his eyes like a tower of cards. Not worthy. Lucius' eyes, the disapproving, cold gaze feels like the blood in Harry's veins is freezing. Not worthy. As Lucius gestures for him to rise from his knees, he obeys and parts his lips as Lucius pours dark blue liquid inside his mouth. The taste is like a mixture of dark chocolate and purple grapes, and as Harry tries to thank the elder Malfoy for this last parting gift, he feels his eyes close as he drifts into deep sleep, his last hazy memory being of falling on the floor.
"Father, should we give Potter to the Dark Lord now?" Draco's voice and his expression are honest but somewhere deep in his grey eyes there is a very serious doubt. A doubt probably no one else but Lucius could see.
"I'd prefer not to. There was a time when I believed Lord Voldemort was the saviour of the Pureblood wizardkind but no more. He is no longer interested in building a better world, only going on and on with his rather unhealthy obsession for Potter." (You seem to no longer glorify the Dark Lord as a hero of the Wizarding World. That, in itself, is very good and I would expect no less from you, but you must mask your feelings and thoughts better. You are too precious and too young for this damn war, for Salazar's sake!)
"As usual, you are right, Father. His obsession about Potter ...we could have killed him now and he has failed that-"
"Yes, too many times. I have no interest in bowing before a failure." (As Voldemort wants to kill the boy himself and he cannot do that... It is dangerous to play both sides at the same time but we have no other choice.)
"That is true. And the way Voldemort treats you is plainly sickening. By Abaddon, only because you are not licking his arse for not spending time in Azkaban because of his earlier failure, he thinks you a turncoat." (There is more than that but I guess you will tell me when the time is right.)
"Of course not. We are Malfoys and therefore minions to no one. We are all that he wants to be and never can achieve. And the years Voldemort was stuck in the spiritform ...that definitely was not good for his mental health so now he thinks of me as expendable." (Damn the destruction of his diary to the Flaming Gehenna. Definitely wrong timing. I knew it was a Horcrux and everything went just according to the plan but I didn't know he had made more of those bloody things.) "However, there are other things as well but I cannot tell you these. As you know, the Dark Lord is a very gifted Legilimens and even while you are doing well with your Occlumency lessons with me, your skills still do not leave you any real defence against Voldemort's concentrated look inside your psyche. I just hope you don't attract his attention too soon."
"I see." (There is something very sinister to come. Luckily he probably does not think that I would be very capable of anything. I never thought how useful my spoiled brat-facade could be.)
"I hope so. You will continue your Occlumency lessons, both with me and Severus. We have to make some plans and you will see him on a rather regular basis this summer." (And if things get well beyond uncomfortable, there is still the Samhain Ritual though I would not like to resort to it.)
Lucius casts some very efficient healing charms on sleeping Harry, who now looks completely unscathed, and summons his house elf.
"Master. What can Grumpy do for Master?
"Take our guest back to his house. Silently and dress him up, there must be some kind of ugly Muggle pyjamas. Be careful not to forget his wand either. It should look like he has just slept the whole night soundly. (That is what he will think he did because of the last potion.) After that, come back and hammer five nails through your nose because your filthy feet are staining the carpet."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
The house elf takes Harry's sleeping body into its arms and vanishes.
"The Recording Globe was an excellent idea, my silvery, shining devil. It will really provide quite a lot of enjoyable experiences." (I had one hidden too, of course. If the war ends up like the last one, the evidence of the so-called Boy Who Lived begging on his knees to be our sex slave can be a rather useful tool of coercion if they happen to question our absolute innocence. I don't think the Golden Boy would like to be known as the Golden Slut of Malfoys. The globes must go through a process of careful modification of course as Harry, or the Wizengamot, if we have to result to that, might not understand what that annoying boy really deserved.)
"Mmh... it surely will. However, as this is my birthday, I think we should enjoy it some more." (By Azazel, I guess I will never get enough of you.)
"What exactly do you mean by enjoying, Draco?" (I know all too well, my insatiable imp. And I have nothing against spoiling you that way, actually quite contrary.)
Draco smirks lusciously, his eyes shining with wicked lust like he would be caressing his father with just a gaze. Lucius in his flawless nudity, lean body and beautifully aristocratic features, piercing grey gaze, hair like flowing river of white gold, his devious lust clearly shown as his rather large cock is hard as rock and his dominant glory, like an aura of Dark Arts, making him Draco's dark angel.
"Wingardium Leviosa."
The silver trail with the scones dosed with Gift of Lilith floats from the table and stops in mid-air before Lucius who watches Draco licking his lips seductively, sliding his pale, nimble hand through his moon-pale hair. The elder Malfoy looks at his son, his mouth twitching with amusement and hints of lust shining in his eyes.
"How about some more, Father? Something more intimate?"
"Can't you ever get enough, Draco?" (I would enjoy seeing if you can.)
"I'm not sure, so would you like to test that out? You do tend to force me beyond my current limits after all and I feel like I really need some practice." (Loopholes... you do love me finding them out as much I.)
"What a decadent spoiled son I have... but it is your birthday after all."
Harry awakes slowly in his room, feeling like he has not slept at all, more weary than when he went to sleep. Went to sleep?
(How is it that I can't remember anything about going to sleep? Or the evening? All I can remember...)
Remember. His dream. Malfoy and his equally perverted father taking turns to fuck him mercilessly, humiliating him beyond belief and himself being aroused to the point of dying, pleading for more cock, more pain, more come, more ...anything. Draco and Lucius fucking each other. Himself begging to be a permanent sex-slave for both of them. Semen. On his sheets. Wet dream about that? This is worse than the nightmares about Cedric dying in front of him. Harry covers his face with his hands to hide his shame but it just brings more hazy pictures he Does. Not. Want. To. See.
The door opens. Slow, hard footsteps and panting. Must be Dudley, no one else can get so tired just from running up the stairs. Harry opens his eyes because even seeing Dudley's disgustingly plump, red face is so much better than the pictures inside his head.
"I knew you are a disgusting faggot, Potter, but I didn't know you were a slut to top that. Last night you were screaming like a bitch in heat for some "Lucius" and "Draco". Weird names but guess that's just part of being queer. I think your beloved Cedric will be quite jealous."
ENDNOTES:
1. Honestly dedicated to my left hand.
2. Extreme gratitude to my dear friend The Real Luciusmistress for her wonderful beta work and spending weird shit time together. Also credits to her for the idea of Recording Globes.
3. Sincere thanks to the brilliant director Dario Argento for the idea of pins around the eyes to force a person keep them open (in the first chapter), I borrowed it from his excellent movie "Opera" and to Lewis Carroll for the Alice in Wonderland undertones (in the second chapter). I'm quite proud of the fact that I was able to make even Dudley Dursley somewhat useful:)
4. The excessive drug use in the story does not contain any underlying agendas (except for the Alice in Wonderland theme as the book is quite adored in the drug scene). My opinion on drug use is completely neutral.
5. For those interested in little details: as this happens before "Bloodstained Mirror Images: A Gate through Three Samhains", if someone happens to be curious about the definite absence of Draco's piercings there (I would but I have my ...obsessions.), well, he just took those off for a while. Though not cold iron, they still wouldn't have suited in the atmosphere of the ritual.
6. Last but not least: Feedback? Pretty prease?