Breathe

A/N I'm finally back. Hope you enjoy this slightly longer chapter.

It was dark and Harry crept down the deserted corridors, knowing what awaited him, but unable to leave. It was different this time. A note snuck into his pocket without noticing. They both knew he'd come.

He slipped out the main door and made to the lake. As he reached the shore an expected shove sent him forward, and a magical push had him in waist deep water, warmer than it naturally would've been but still icy cold. A hand on the back of the neck and his head was thrust beneath the surface and then released, just a tease – a sign of things to come. Fingers loosened his robes and he thrust back willingly, no point pretending when he'd come here under his own steam. A sharp kick to the back of his knees and Harry was on his knees, moaning as his cock was freed and caressed, his head was thrust under the surface again and held.

Just as Harry was starting to feel it, to need the air he was released and a cock was shoved cruelly up his channel. He gasped as he breathed and gasped at the intrusion and ended up coughing violently. The sneer was evident without seeing it as the man behind laughed “You'll have to take more than that to get what you want, whore.” And he was dunked under again. The rhythm of the thrusts now being forced upon him echoed his non-existent breaths, making him gasp in more water, and cough beneath the surface. His attacker allowed him to break the surface til his coughs were half finished then muscled him below again. The hand not on the back of Harry's neck, reached his hard cock, and even with his head beneath the surface he could hear, “Dirty fucking slut, you take it, take it my bitch, say your my bitch,” Harry was brought up and dunked again mid breath. “Say your my bitch, slut, if you ever want to breathe again.” Again he was brought up and thrust back down, the rhythm of the thrusts of the aggressors cock now echoing his vicious thrusts of Harry's head. His vision swimming, throat and chest aching from the continuous choking Harry gasped as he broke the surface “Bitch, your bitch,” and was dunked again for his trouble.

Just when the bright spot were fading he was allowed up again. This time a sharp hit to the face pulled the words from him, “I'm your bitch, sir, always your bitch.” And he was thrust under again, but the pace had picked up and the hand on his cock worked him shamelessly and the soundless void drove Harry wild, he couldn't see, couldn't breathe and fuck, he was so hard. Here, where he'd come because he couldn't resist. Breathing water and swallowing spit. Nothing, nothing but the pounding in his chest, head, cock, arse. The pounding overcame him and he gave in to it, exploded with it.

Stuck beneath the surface Harry felt the assailant finish. And he was finally released, too weak to make the surface he settled for sinking, only a hand on the corner of his conciousness burst him out, and sweet air filled his lungs, so close to his final surrender.

Back on the beach Harry lay choking and gasping. Tears streaming his face as he recover. A foot hit his balls. “Good little bitch, go crawling back til I need you again.” And Harry was alone, and hardening think at how pathetic he was.

A/N: Please note, while I've told you this story is open to your interpretation, I don't think of it as non-con, and I believe that it Harry wanted it the other person'd he him recover after. But Harry likes it like this. That's the way I think when I'm writing (you obviously don't have to agree. But yes.

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