Inside the Blackest Heart (Edit, Not Update)

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Chapter 36 ~ Within Voldemort’s Influence

Hermione woke well rested. She stretched in a cat-like manner, feeling her blood rush through her veins. Her nightgown shifted against her sending pleasant sensations throughout her body, culminating between her thighs. She groaned. That felt really good. She turned her head. Snape was bunched up in the armchair, his head at an odd angle. He looked very uncomfortable. She knew he’d be achy and in a black mood when he woke. She shifted again, and again her nightgown titillated her. She bit her lip and looked over at Snape again. Her mind began to work. Being a guest of Voldemort’s put the Potions Master under her power. He was duty-bound to obey her wishes. She was feeling randy, and her thoughts shifted back to when he was being pleasured by the female deatheater. Hm. He didn’t have a problem letting a woman service him…

“Professor! Professor, wake up!” Hermione called over to the sleeping wizard.

Snape slowly opened his eyes. They were bloodshot. He shifted in the armchair, then sat up, rubbing his face with his hand. He stretched, then winced. He glared at Hermione.

“What is it?” he growled.

“I want you to pleasure me,” Hermione said, looking at him with smoky eyes.

Snape looked at her, a hard expression on his face. Yes. He’d pleasure her all right. He’d fuck her so hard her back would crack. He stood up and began unfastening his robes.

“That won’t be necessary, Professor,” Hermione purred, sitting up against the headboard and throwing back the covers.

He stopped and looked at her.

“What do you mean? How am I supposed to fuck you if I don’t undress…unless you want the quick version,” he leered, his hand dropping to his fly.

“No…I don’t want that. I want you to pleasure me orally,” she replied, spreading her legs a little.

“What?” the Professor sputtered, “what about me?”

“What about you? You can go fuck a deatheater for all I care. Now come pleasure me, now,” Hermione said, her amber eyes slitting.

Snape’s nostril’s flared.

“You wouldn’t want me to tell Voldemort you weren’t ‘cooperating’ would you?” Hermione said with an evil leer of her own.

“You fucking, power-mad little chit,” Snape breathed, “I should have left you to Dumbledore.”

“Should of, could of, would of. Get over here,” Hermione said, enjoying her power over the irate Potions Master.

Snape was livid. Never in his life had he been under the power of a woman. And certainly never forced to pleasure one without reciprocation. Hermione was taking advantage of him in a very Slytherin-like manner, and the way she was doing it was giving her total control. Still, he had to obey her or face the wrath of the Dark Lord. He could fall from favor easily if Voldemort thought he was making the Primordial unhappy. Shit. He had never dreamed Hermione would take advantage of him like this. There was nothing he could do but comply.

He stalked over to the bed, and sat down on it, looking at her blackly.

“You’ll pay for this, Miss Granger. I assure you,” he growled as he climbed into the bed, sliding downward so he could reach her thighs.

“If you want to run your mouth, Professor, there’s a better way to do it,” she breathed.

“Bitch,” he breathed as he lowered his head and began to service Hermione. She moaned at the contact of his tongue, and wrapped her hands in his silky black hair, tugging on it.

The Potions Master was seething. He hated anyone’s hands in his hair. She had been choked the last time she pulled his hair. He tore into her, lashing her with his tongue roughly, sucking on her clit hard. Unfortunately, Hermione was loving it. She was getting off on his application and the fact that she was in control.

“Ooh, yeah Professor,” she breathed sexily, thrusting her hips forward. ”Do me.”

Snape sucked, licked and nibbled on Hermione, beginning to enjoy himself despite being forced. He did love eating pussy after all. It was her control that galled him. He thrust his tongue deep inside her and Hermione shrieked with pleasure, her pussy clutching at his limber muscle as she climaxed, pulling his hair so hard he felt as if it were coming out by the roots.

He drank her in until her grip on his hair relaxed, and she slumped slightly, her chest heaving beneath her gown. He pulled away from her. His cock was so hard it hurt. He looked at the sated witch, whose half-lidded amber eyes met his hot black ones.

“Let me fuck you, Miss Granger. It will be good, I assure you,” he growled.

She looked at him heatedly for a moment, but then her eyes went a little hard.

“No thank you, Professor. I’m good. You go off and find one of your little groupies to take care of that,” she said, pointing at the tent in his robes.

He grabbed her. He couldn’t help himself. His fingers dug into her shoulders.

“You fucking tease,” he snarled, “I’m not your gods damned toy!”

“Let me go, Professor,” Hermione said calmly, though her heart was pounding.

His black eyes searched her amber ones for a moment, then he let go, roughly pushing her back against the headboard. He stood up and adjusted his robes.

“You better not need me to fuck you any time soon, Miss Granger. It would be much safer if you chose another wizard, believe me. I won’t forget this,” he snarled at her.

“You certainly won’t. You’re going to be doing it for a while. I’m making it a part of my daily ‘wakeup regimen’” she replied evenly. What was she doing? Why did treating him like this make her feel so good?

The Professor let out a stream of profanities, spun and exited the room, his robes billowing.

Hermione grinned after him. She had him by the balls.

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Snape stormed into the throne room. Voldemort’s red eyes followed him as he stalked over to a group of female deatheaters. He grabbed one by the shoulders, turned her around and began unbuttoning his robes, muttering to himself as he did so. He opened his robes and quickly unfastened his pants.

The Dark Lord watched with interest as he bent the woman over, pulled up her robes and brutally rammed his cock inside her, fucking her with a vengeance as he muttered

“Bitch! Fucking controlling little chit! Gods damn Primordial!…”

He fucked the shrieking deatheater violently until he stiffened and came, shouting “Fuck you Hermione Granger!”

He released the woman, scourgified himself, tucked his cock back into his boxers, and fastened his pants. He turned to leave.

“Severus, a word if you please,” came a familiar high-pitched voice.

Snape turned to see the Dark Lord eyeing him.

“Yes, my Lord,” he said, “approaching the throne and bowing low to the Dark Lord, who cocked his head at the Potions Master, amusement in his red eyes.

“You seem a bit out of sorts this morning. Did all go well with the Primordial last night?” Voldemort asked Snape.

“Yes, my Lord,” the Professor replied, rather tightly.

Voldemort looked at him.

“Let me see,” the dark wizard said, rising from his throne.

“What, my Lord?” Snape asked, hesitating.

Voldemort descended the throne and stood in front of the Potions Master.

“Let me see how your night went with the Primordial. Open your mind to me,” Voldemort lisped.

Snape bowed his head.

“Legilimens!” the Dark Lord said. He stood there, resplendent in royal blue and gold robes, reliving Snape’s memory of the night before. The wizard began to gasp, then laugh uproariously. He staggered back from Snape and actually doubled-over with hilarity.

The Potions Master stood there stoically, forcing himself not to scowl as his Lord had a laugh at his expense.

After a few minutes, Voldemort straighten and wiped the tears from his red eyes as he weakly mounted the steps to his throne.

“So, the Primordial is lording her position over you, Severus. How delightfully delicious. She has a very pretty pussy, my boy. Tasty too by the way you went at her,” Voldemort said.

Snape didn’t reply.

“Do not feel badly, Severus. You too have your service. And right now it is to keep her happy in the manner she wishes. If she is not kept happy, I will be very displeased,” he said warningly.

“Yes, my Lord,” Snape replied.

“It will get worse before it gets better, Severus. Her gowns are charmed to inspire sensuality. And this entire domain reeks of fleshy desire, lust and fulfillment of every carnal need. It seeps into everyone in its influence. Changes them slowly. Makes them pleasure-oriented. Why else do you think all my deatheaters are so randy, Severus? So ready to participate in the revels? You are all slaves to the flesh. The Primordial is susceptible too, until she comes to full power. Hopefully she will develop a taste for things carnal that will remain in her psyche before then. In the meantime, she will become more demanding, more controlling. Her own pleasure will be her first priority. So be prepared to take care of her every need, Severus…unless she chooses to consort with others…” the Dark Lord’s voice trailed off.

Voldemort’s red eyes glittered. He wouldn’t mind fucking Hermione. She was going to be the most powerful witch in the world. As far as the Dark Lord was concerned, he was the most powerful wizard. It irked him a little that she chose Severus, who was nothing but a servant.
He was not used to being denied pleasures, but in the Primordial’s case…he needed to exercise restraint. In a few days, after being immersed in the aura of sensuality of his realm, she might acquiesce and give him a taste of her charms. But for now, Severus had to meet her needs.

“I notice she has a very cruel streak. A darkness of her own. I want to develop that aspect of her, Severus. Take every opportunity to reinforce it,” Voldemort said.

“Yes, my Lord,” Snape said. Gods, he was in trouble. Hermione was going to get worse. There was no telling what humiliations the witch would put him through. He hated this. It was like he had acquired another Lord, just as he got rid of Albus. Life just wasn’t fair.

“Go to her, Severus. Tell her I would like her to join me for breakfast in an hour,” the Dark Lord said, flicking his hand at Snape in dismissal.

“Yes, my Lord,” Snape said bowing, and heading back to Hermione’s rooms.

Gods, this sucked.

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A/N: The idea of Voldemort as a wizard whose realm magically projects carnality and sensuality made sense to me. Seduce the body well enough and the mind will become enslaved to it. Then he can introduce Hermione to the pleasures of her newly awakened darker nature. Maybe change her to the point even as a Primordial, she will still be a slave to the fulfillment of her own desires. Interesting concept anyway. Please review.