Heir to the Dark Lord

Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Harry Potter.
Summary: AU. Harry grows up knowing everything about his real parents even though Voldemort raised him. But where does the devil and incubi fit into this? Severus/Harry
-Parseltongue-
“Normal speaking”
Heir to the Dark Lord
Chapter Three
“Yes Professor,” Damon responded to Severus.
“All of the items in the store cupboard are labelled for convenience. Take only what you need from the storeroom, I will not have you wasting the ingredients unless you give me a very good reason why you did it,” Severus continued. “Once you are finished with the potion, fill a vial and bring it up to me for testing.
With a simple nod, Damon went into the store cupboard to get the necessary ingredients. He left the book on the desk and took out only the ingredients that he needed. His memory working like a charm, he hadn’t missed anything.
Getting back to his workspace, he quickly set everything up so that it was working to way that he wanted it to. He quickly began to chop, slice, dice, shred and crush the necessary ingredients for the potion so that he didn’t miss a timing for the adding of an ingredient.
Spending all of the time that he felt he needed, Damon wanted to perfect the potion and prove that he was worthy to be taught the art form of Potion Making. He looked up as he took the cauldron off of the boil exactly when he knew that the potion was finally ready. Seeing that it had taking an hour, he gently took up a vial and poured some of the potion into the vial via a deep soup like spoon so that he didn’t make a mess.
He quickly reviewed in his mind what the book had said that it should look like when it was ready and the potion matched the description almost exactly. So it had to at least be of a decent quality and he was happy with what he had made. Now he wanted to know what Severus had to say about it. Now whether or not it was going to work when Severus attempted to use it on a test subject, as he doubted that Severus would dare to use it on himself or on Damon. Who knows if it was correct or not? For all they knew it could do the exact opposite of what it was supposed to do or even burn the skin off like an acid.
Severus looked up as a very cautious Damon walked up to his workbench with the vial in hand. Severus had just finished with his potions and only had to wait for three of them to simmer for a few days before they too were ready.
Taking the vial into his hand he looked carefully at the liquid in the vial. It looked correct, but colour when looking over a first potions attempt was a very bad way to judge the potion. Pulling out his wand, Severus conjured a mouse out of the air to test the potion on. The mouse looked like any other normal mouse until Severus cursed it with a boil that looked rather nasty and very uncomfortable.
Damon watched in anticipation and wonder as to if the potion would work or not. Severus uncorked the potion and poured a few drops on the boil. Almost immediately the boil began to shrink and the skin of the mouse returned to normal, only now it was hairless.
Severus nodded to Damon with a smile.
“Clean up and you may leave and go back to your rooms. Leave the book in her, put it back on the shelf. All of the books down here do not get removed from this room, ever. If you need a book from here, then just look in the library upstairs, your father has copies of them all up there,” I want a foot of parchment on the ingredients of that potion and how they react together. I expect that to be done for our next lesson in two days time. Well done, your potion was a success and much better than a usual first potion attempt.”
Damon smiled and he had done well and felt that Severus wasn’t a person of making polite comments for the sake of it. He was more likely to only give his approval of anything if it was really worth the praise.
Cleaning up the equipment by hand as he had read in a basic potions rules book that using magic to clean up cauldrons could potentially disturb or cause strange effect to potions made in them. Drying them with a towel, Damon placed them in a corner of the cupboard wall where they would not be in Severus’ way. When Severus was satisfied with the way they looked, he was allowed to leave.
He made his way back to his and Voldemort’s rooms, he wanted to tell his father all about the lesson and the way that he had gotten a compliment from his mentor.
Walking into the room, Damon divulged his lesson in full, Voldemort sat in his seat and watched on amused as his son told him almost minute for minute of the lesson that he had just attended. The six year old boy was telling his everything from the moment they left the Private Study until he got back to their rooms.
When Damon repeated the first words that Severus had used at the start of the actual start of the lesson, word for word and in the same tone that Severus had probably used to convey them, he couldn’t help but smile brightly. Severus had always had a special way with words unlike not other he had ever met, and he seemed to convey meaning with not only the words, but the tone could dictate if he was serious or not with a simple, and very small change in that alone.
“Father, you said that you would tell me about incubi when I was finished with Severus,” Damon stated as he finished his explanation of the lesson.
Voldemort nodded, he didn’t like to keep things from his son, it was easier to tell him the truth rather than lie and let him find out it was a lie later. He needed his son to trust him, as they had found out when he was younger, Damon didn’t respond well to lies. He had felt betrayed and had almost killed himself when he refused to eat for four days. Voldemort had been frantic and had finally convinced him to eat after he had promised not to lie again if he could help it.
“I had to recheck my information as I haven’t done much research into incubi since when I was in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Incubi are usually male, although there have been a few cases of females, but not many. They are ruled for life by their sexual urges and are very sensual creatures. They need touch from what they consider to be friends. The urges for this kind of sensual contact will emerge with puberty,” Voldemort explained. “Although it had been recorded than as children Incubi need more touch and comfort than normal children. This is just their incubus making itself known. Your body and mind prefer to be free and that is why you like to wear as little clothing as you possibly can get away with. Within the confines of your clothes your body feels restricted. Your body is literally built for sex and sexual contact of all kinds. Incubi mate for life. When they have found their mate who can be either male or female, although Incubi usually mate with males. Once they have found their mate, they will be able to work within society properly again. Without their mates the urges to have the kind of sexual contact that they need to survive has to be provided for daily. With their mate they need only have sexual contact twice a week. The potion that we used was strong enough to tell us exactly how much incubi blood is in you. So a few minor details may be different. Your instincts will tell you who your mate is when the time comes. For the first time, when you have come into your powers and when you find your mate, you will need to have sex. It is the only way to satay the urges. Firstly when you come into your powers they will have drained your energy to make the changes in your body. When you find your mate, you will also need to have sex within forty-eight hours for the first time because it will complete the bond that you need to survive. Most incubi find their mate within the first year of coming into their powers. Some don’t and those who haven’t found their mate within thirty years usually end up dieing. The longest survivor was for thirty-seven years. For the last three years he needed to have sex for almost all of the day to remain with power to live. Anything else that you want to know you are going to have to research it for yourself.”
Damon nodded, as he processed what he had just been told. He knew that he would have to do the in-depth researching, as his father didn’t have the spare time to do that. He was working to reform the wizarding world, even if he had to look like the bad guy for it. He wasn’t doing it on whim, but doing it so that people would not have to suffer the way that they did. Pureblooded wizards while they were slowly decreasing in number, it was important to stop the integration into the muggle world. If it didn’t stop soon wizards and witches would no longer be anymore than the myths that the muggle made up to tell their children. As muggle blood was added to the gene pool of the wizards it was depleting the magic in their blood, and wizards were no longer anywhere near as powerful. More squibs were showing up as the years past.
“Come now Damon,” Voldemort stated with a no nonsense tone as he looked at the time. “Into bed now. Clean your teeth and all the other things that you need to do, then to sleep. I will come and tuck you in when you’re done.”

Damon reflected over the past seven years of his life. Ever since he had first met his Potions Professor Severus Snape he had slowly been introduced to magic casting.
By the end of that first week with Severus, he had been introduced to all of his teachers. Severus of course was teaching him Potions and since it was obviously needed in potions herbology.
Lucius Malfoy was the next introduced teacher and taught him Darks Art and Defence against the dark arts. Since this also included a fair bit of duelling, Lucius had added also magical and muggle weaponry and physical training to his list of lessons.
Bellatrix Lestrange was introduced next, she taught him Care of magical creatures and transfiguration. She seemed very interested in how to torture people using these methods and could only possibly be thought of as very eccentric
Next was Narcissa Malfoy, the wife of Lucius, she taught Charms and History of Magic.
Voldemort saw little use for Astronomy and for Divination as Damon hadn’t shown any inclination towards having powers to see the future, and lastly he refused to even think about letting Damon think about studying about Muggle Studies.
The last teacher that he had had was actually due to a very odd accident.
Damon had been trying to test out how well he was at wandering through the mansion sticking to the shadows and remaining out of sight. Apparently the vampires had sent a spy to look around and see exactly what was going on and how they should expect to be treated if they should ally themselves with Voldemort.
The spy and Damon had literally walking into one another. Damon had been horrified that he had walked into someone, then he realized that they weren’t supposed to be there anyway. The Vampires had allied with Voldemort not so long after that and he found out that the one he had walked into was the prince of the Clan.
The Prince of the Clan was Alexander Cortez, he asked for an audience alone with Voldemort and had asked about who the child he had run into while he was looking around had been. Voldemort had been stunned for a moment, as Damon hadn’t spoken about the incident.
After they had spoken, Alexander who preferred to be called Alex agreed to teach Damon Blood Magic Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.
Damon had enjoyed learning everything that he had been taught over the years and had formed bonds of friendship with all of his teachers, though he preferred Alex and Severus best.
Lucius was the hardest of all the teachers and would push Damon to the very limits of his body, refusing to let his go until he was sure he had done everything to his full potential. He refused to accept anything but the very best.
Bellatrix was more than slightly insane, but was good teacher none the less. She provided much amusement and liked to think of herself as Damon’s surrogate mother and when she felt like it babied him to Damon’s absolute horror.
Severus had slowly warmed up to Damon from the first lesson with him. He had been extremely impressed by Damon’s ability with potions he seemed to be a natural at them, and as such, Severus on occasion asked him to help with some of the more complex potions that had to be made.
Narcissa was unlike her sister Bellatrix and while she was kind in a very odd fashion she used praise sparingly and it was often not what one would expect to hear.
Alex was an amazing teacher, Blood Magic was his true specialty being a vampire and all just helped him with it and made it potentially more potent. He helped Damon with his Blood Magic the most and how to truly care for his Blood Magic instruments.
It was now two months before Damon’s thirteenth birthday and he could feel the last stretches of puberty as they ravaged his body. He had been having wet dreams for the past few months and he knew that he would need to give into his incubus urges very soon and he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to have his mate as his first time. He couldn’t feel his mate although his body and mind had been telling him that he had met his mate before.
The changes that his body had gone through to make his incubi body had made sure that he was practically built for sex, Alex had lately taken to telling his student that he looked like a walking wet dream without even trying. The need for sexual satisfaction was increasing getting worse and worse over the past couple of months in particular.
Damon was sure that his mate was male, it was quite easy to figure out that detail as he would feel the urges to have sex only when in lesson with Lucius, Alex, Severus or when he was with his father. Whenever he was around Narcissa or Bellatrix it was as if the urges had been a fire that was promptly put out with a bucket of icy water.
Damon and Lucius were in the middle of a sparing lesson to make sure that he wasn’t losing his edge over the weapons as would happen if he didn’t practice. That was when he felt the urges finally make themselves truly known and they refused to let themselves be settled down until they had been satisfied. They had been put in the background for too long and from being pent up for so long they had gained power and refused to be ignored any longer.
Lucius stopped when Damon dropped to the floor suddenly just as they were about to start a spar. He dropped his sabre and rushed to Damon’s side. Damon had dropped his sabre and was clutching himself and was trying to make the feeling go away. Lucius being in such close quarters to him was not helping the matter at all. Needing to get rid of the urges, Damon’s incubus spread out his powers in search of a suitable companion to perform the necessary task.
Lucius was the only one in the room and was the only suitable companion who was even remotely close to Damon. So his incubus power of lusting aura arose to the occasion and ensnared the unknowing Lucius into his web.
Lucius was quickly pulled into the web without realizing what was urging him to do it, and without feeling that he was doing a single thing wrong. He leant his lips down onto Damon’s fro a kiss. Damon responded without thought as he felt Lucius’ tongue lick at his lips asking for entrance.
The kiss was the first one that Damon had ever received and he couldn’t believe how good it felt and gave into the demands his body was begging for.
Damon felt a spell run over his skin and felt the slight breeze running through the room fall onto his skin. Lucius had somehow pulled out his wand and had spelled their clothes to who knows where in the room. He didn’t care, even when he felt a second wave of magic that was focused onto the wall behind him. Lucius slowly backed Damon to the wall where the spell had landed. Damon didn’t realize what was happened until they had gotten to the wall and he had been chained up to the wall with a set of manacles. Locked away in the manacles Damon had little freedom of movement and if asked later would willing admit that he had liked it.
Lucius was moving fast and was only encouraged by the lusting aura to speed things up, Damon needed for this to happen now, it wanted to be satisfied.
Lucius started at Damon’s ear, biting and sucking on his soft skin, creating small love bites as he slowly roamed down his chest. Spending more than a few long minutes suckling at his harden nubs of flesh. Swirling his tongue in his belly button eliciting loud and heated moans from Damon, Lucius bypassed his penis, electing to continue his torment onto his thighs.
Almost fully erect, from the ministrations of the man above him, Damon felt like his skin was on fire, each touch only adding more fuel to the already blazing fire underneath. Each caress, a minor orgasm from trying to hold back on his natural instincts.
Lucius stopped and looked up at the erect piece of flesh with a smile and moved back up to his face, he kissed the succulent lips of the one he desired. The succulent lips of Damon’s mouth unlike anything that he had ever kissed before, he savoured the taste as he plundered Damon’s mouth with a skill that with a human could only be learnt, but with an incubus was instinct, before returning to torment the lovely piece of flesh that was thrusting into his own groin. Grinding against his own erection with a zealous fervour.
Wrapping his tongue around the tip of the soft flesh, Lucius slowly licked his way up and down the shaft. His very animated tongue right up to the end, and back down before taking the tip into his mouth as a few drops of pre-cum leaked from it. The throbbing flesh was taken in inch by inch into Lucius’ mouth as he listened to the energetic groans coming from above him. The chains holding Damon back from thrusting into his mouth and causing his to choke. The taste of the semen on his tongue made Lucius’ roll his eyes at the enchanting and tempting tangy taste.
Where as the love bits had brought enjoyable and satisfactory moans, the sweet warm wet cavern of Lucius’ mouth made Damon whimper for more while withering and trying to thrust for more of the delightful torture.
Reaching Damon’s sacs, Lucius massaged each one separately with this tongue gently. Damon let out a loud moan as his eyes rolled back into his head slipping over the edge and he exploded into Lucius’ mouth. Lucius swallowed it all, milking him for all that he was worth.
Damon was still not totally satisfied, but was a little less energetic is his movements.
As he finished milking Damon Lucius let the limp flesh slide out of his mouth and licked his lips quite satisfied with the taste that was still in his mouth, a lingering flavour of with boy in front of him.
“Delicious, I can’t deny,” Lucius murmured with a heavily seductive tone. “Would you like to taste yourself?”
Damon was barely able to nod his head before Lucius’ lips descended onto his own. His tongue onto Damon’s letting a mix of saliva and semen be exchanged.
Pressing his lithe body against the thin and curved body of Damon, Lucius’ own erection pressing against the limp penis, the friction starting to bring it back to life as, they grinded their bodies against each other.
Lucius brought up his fingers to his mouth, and sucked on them, coating them liberally in saliva. Teasing Damon he lightly touched the top of his bum, and running it up and down the crevasse of the large muscles to find the hole that he was looking for. Finding it, he ran to finger in a circle around the tight ring of puckered flesh, and then with a swift movement speared Damon on one finger. A surprised gasp slipped from Damon’s mouth as the finger began to move gently thrusting in and out, in and out.
Soon it was joined by a second as the mole was loosened slightly. A moan of pain came from Damon causing Lucius to pause, not wanting to hurt the small god like being he was pleasuring.
With caring and gentleness that was most uncommon for Lucius, he scissored his fingers widening the entrance for the piece of flesh that would soon be entering it.
Upon the entrance of the third finger, he heard another gasp of pain and paused again until he felt Damon was ready before he began moving them. Soon he found Damon’s pleasure spot causing explicit moans of pleasure.
Having felt that he had prepared Damon enough, Lucius removed his fingers to the displeasure of Damon who groaned in protest. Lucius answered with a whisper in his ear.
“Don’t worry, I have something better to put in there.”
Casting a quick lubrication spell onto himself, Lucius guided his member to the ring of slicked puckered, flesh. Absolutely done being gentle, Lucius seemed to return to his old self enough to put his gentleness away in a box. His dominate nature taking over; he speared Damon on the hardened flesh with a single harsh thrust. The thrust, fully sheathing his penis into Damon’s body.
Damon cried out in ecstasy as he felt the piece of flesh slip into his body, intruding where it shouldn’t but giving him a fulfilled feeling that he couldn’t remember feeling before. Lucius immediately set into a steady pace, speeding up until he was thrusting into Damon as fast as was possible. Damon’s own hardened member bouncing over Lucius’ stomach.
As the steady pace, became more frantic, Damon and Lucius both cried out in desire as they both erupted over the banks of passion, both erupting at the same time.
Pulling himself free of Damon, Lucius fell to the floor, his strength gone from his legs, Damon’s essence all over his stomach and the bottom of his chest. His breath racing along with his heart.
Damon fell limp in his chains, his own essence having been sprayed onto himself as well as Lucius and the floor. The last dregs falling from his again now limp penis. His anus also dripping from Lucius’ essence as it learnt the meaning of gravity.
To be continued…