Shards of Isis
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
8,654
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chp 3: Birthpangs
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the Potterverse. This fic is EXTREMELY AU, so if you don't like it, run, run away now. Rated NC-17 for violence and eroticism. Lemons ahead!
The blades dug at my flesh, but then again, I was a Gryffindor.
"I am willing to pay the price--else, finish me now and be done with it."
The knife at my neck disappeared, but the one at my forehead remained.The unearthly nymphs smoothed their hands across my body, and my prick twitched in its confines. One of them groped my cock and I flinched as she pinched the head. The pain stung, and she grasped tighter, yanking the rest of my cock with her hand. I cried out and she rasped, "Do you give all of your own free will? This is the price. Decide."
Her words were oblique to me, but then again, she had my cock in a death grip. I was an eighteen year old wizard, in my prime, certainly, and I was a Gryffindor, but I was also rather fond of
my prick. The bitch had me, period, and she knew it. "Will I destroy Voldemort? If I agree willingly, will I?"
One more tug on my prick was the answer, and this time I bit my lip against the pain. My other ear was nipped lightly, and a whisper followed, "Neither one can survive whilst both live. Perhaps you will, but perhaps he will destroy you first. There are worse things than death, snake charmer. Fortuna is an intractable whore--she cannot be mounted unwillingly. Isis is an eternal tease--you cannot claim her flesh by force, or by design. Pay the price, and be reborn. DECIDE!" She shrieked in my ear suddenly, and the knives reappeared at my neck and forehead, as the third one squeezed the head of my cock, which was now weeping. "Alright. I am willing."
The proportions of my environs shifted and magic infiltrated this dank space, so much power pulsed in this obscene parody of an orgy, that I suffocated from its potency.
I watched with glazed eyes as the cackling nymph took her fingers, awash in my seed, and sucked them clean in her mouth.
The blades in the hands of the other two seemed to dance, and I
was surrounded by massive flames. They surrounded myself, and the women, as they undulated against each other's bodies, all the while divesting me of my clothing and tasting my flesh.
Finally, I was laid on my back. One held a blade to my head, another to my arm. The third pumped my prick in her deft hands with vigour, and I rasped my appreciation in parseltongue as the tryad chortled. "Now it begins, wizard. With your virgin seed, and your untouched flesh. We will devour you--and you shall pay the debt of your desires."
The blades dug at my flesh, but then again, I was a Gryffindor.
"I am willing to pay the price--else, finish me now and be done with it."
The knife at my neck disappeared, but the one at my forehead remained.The unearthly nymphs smoothed their hands across my body, and my prick twitched in its confines. One of them groped my cock and I flinched as she pinched the head. The pain stung, and she grasped tighter, yanking the rest of my cock with her hand. I cried out and she rasped, "Do you give all of your own free will? This is the price. Decide."
Her words were oblique to me, but then again, she had my cock in a death grip. I was an eighteen year old wizard, in my prime, certainly, and I was a Gryffindor, but I was also rather fond of
my prick. The bitch had me, period, and she knew it. "Will I destroy Voldemort? If I agree willingly, will I?"
One more tug on my prick was the answer, and this time I bit my lip against the pain. My other ear was nipped lightly, and a whisper followed, "Neither one can survive whilst both live. Perhaps you will, but perhaps he will destroy you first. There are worse things than death, snake charmer. Fortuna is an intractable whore--she cannot be mounted unwillingly. Isis is an eternal tease--you cannot claim her flesh by force, or by design. Pay the price, and be reborn. DECIDE!" She shrieked in my ear suddenly, and the knives reappeared at my neck and forehead, as the third one squeezed the head of my cock, which was now weeping. "Alright. I am willing."
The proportions of my environs shifted and magic infiltrated this dank space, so much power pulsed in this obscene parody of an orgy, that I suffocated from its potency.
I watched with glazed eyes as the cackling nymph took her fingers, awash in my seed, and sucked them clean in her mouth.
The blades in the hands of the other two seemed to dance, and I
was surrounded by massive flames. They surrounded myself, and the women, as they undulated against each other's bodies, all the while divesting me of my clothing and tasting my flesh.
Finally, I was laid on my back. One held a blade to my head, another to my arm. The third pumped my prick in her deft hands with vigour, and I rasped my appreciation in parseltongue as the tryad chortled. "Now it begins, wizard. With your virgin seed, and your untouched flesh. We will devour you--and you shall pay the debt of your desires."