The Morning Star

A/N Misswarchan, Tolani, Abbi cee thanks a million times for your reviews. I so wish for more. And love you for reviewing.

Warning: the chapter is basically a one big non-con so if you are not comfortable with it feel free to skip. It was actually written because of my attempt to fall out of love with LV/SS pairing. But it is also good for the plot and a practice for writing smut. There is little of that here, but I was still blushing like crazy all the time I was writing this chap :) Violence, I am comfortable with, smut not so much. So here.

Q/A Abbi cee - the whole legend thing is supposed to be confusing, but here's what the bunch basically understood : The story tells about another universe there 13 kingdoms exist. 12 of them are ruled by kings/emperors chosen by kirins. The rulers are relatively immortal and have absolute reign over their land as long as they don't oppose god (aka Tentei), don't oppress people, their kirin is alive etc. Kirin is super holy magical being with a bunch of powers and restrictions that are explained in the story. Somehow mysterious wizard with prophetic power came across 12 Kingdoms many years ago and was promised a black kirin for his deeds , this also stands for protection of tentei, if something extremely bad were to happen to his birthplace. But the catch is that by accepting this kirin he also accepted the rules of that universe -the kings thing, the immortality etc. Oh, and bunch also believes that the big bad is Voldemort and that he has this promised kirin under his wing :D
I hope you understood.

Chapter 5


The Dark Lord looked at the empty space bellow his throne, at the scarce numbers of his followers and frowned. ‘Nott, Lestrange, Amn, Betuki, Carrow, Travers ,Svereero, Pettigrew ... Malfoy and Jugson? ‘ Voldemort‘s left eyebrow rose. So the rats were fleeing sinking ship. Still, preserving the casualties the Dark Lord could blatantly see that his patience was at it’s end. Voldemort looked over pathetic kneeling forms of Death Eaters and savored the fear that they radiated. “Continue with research and find traitors. Dismissed.”

As for the Lord himself, he had a treat to savor.

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Severus Snape was lying on the silken sheets of enormous bed literally dying out of boredom .Or at least feeling like it. He rolled on his back, stretched his arms and turned his neck so that even in this seemingly unguarded position he could see the door leading to the hallway.

Man’s eyelids were heavy and kept fluttering like dying butterfly wings as he willed himself to stay awake. It was a task harder than breaking off Imperio spell. Still old habits nagged the ex-spy not to loose his guard. ‘Just what ridiculous amount of magic had the Dark Lord squeezed into this bloody bracelet to make it so energy leeching?’ he thought glaring at the gluttonous serpents on pale wrist.

At this point, Severus would have gladly mutilated his own hand to get the cursed thing off, blood or no blood. But the bracelet’s magic made this task quite impossible to achieve. It had a spell on preventing any potentially self-harmful acts. And for it also was ‘a ridiculously well working crappy spell’ the ex-spy always felt exhausted. How dangerous a hit to the wall or a kick to the door with his foot could be, anyway? Still, the spy only had himself and his pathetic breakdown to blame for such predicament. Oh, yes and one certain Dark Lord, of course.

A chill ran down his spine and Severus stiffened involuntary. ’Couldn’t the megalomaniac just let me be? Apparently, no.’ he thought wishfully and then dispraised himself. That sort of hopeful attitude only was only suitable for foolish old coots and their happy and idiotic pawns. For somebody with a past like his to ask for a miracle were demeaning and also a waste of time.

The Raven shifted so that he was sitting rather than laying on the enormous bed, but did not rise from it. There was no need to show He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named the real extent of discomfort and uneasiness he felt.

The door had opened and Dark Lord entered the suite. He wore a long silken silver robe and the sight, was both really strange and rather disconcerting. The spy would have written it all for the usual mind-fuck game, but there was just something vaguely different about Voldemort’s expression and pose that made his alarm bells go off.

“Misssed me dearessst…?” slurred the megalomaniac as he approached the bed and the figure sitting on it.

‘Was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named drunk?’ Two glazed rubies were basically devouring his flesh and Severus could have sworn he heard his own inner voice scream to drop useless pride and for once choose the words carefully. Or better yet, run like hell was on his heels, because that was more than likely the case.

“Were I given a choice, I’d rather teach Mr. Longbottom how to brew the Drought of Living Death and risk being the cause of magical cataclysm than stay another moment in your presence, my Lord. Thus, I believe the answer to your question is negative.” Severus spoke and then froze cursing his own stupidity. It seemed that the spy just couldn’t learn to hold his tongue on the leash.

Strangely, raven’s holder did not appear to be at all put off by that response. Amused maybe and even more off but definitely not angry. Voldemort leaned closer lips a shallow breath’s distance apart from Severus’. “That’s too bad my ssweet…” He whispered violating poor spy’s personal space even more and forcing him to return to lying position “I found sself-denial to be far more damaging to my interestsss, than taking a risk… of tainting your precious magic … from now on we’ll spend so much more time together and communicate on far deeper level.. so you better start liking my presensss sssweet”

The Dark Lord now on the top of his prey was using sheer bulk to keep the smaller male pinned to the bed. It was disastrous position, too vulnerable and too open, from one that Severus had to get out no matter what. He struggled and kicked fighting both the man on top of him and the anti-self-harm spell. It was the sheer stoke of luck that made the raven hit Voldemort in solar plexus. The evil lord’s eyes widened from pain, and for a moment he let the struggling male out of his grasp.

Severus Snape rushed towards the entrance door. It was only about 20 feet away from the bed, but it was still way too far then every second counted. Finally reaching it the raven hastily he turned the handle. It did not open.

“Defigo spell” said the Dark lord almost lazily, but there was an unmistakable undertone of annoyance and anger hidden in those two simple words. “Come back to bed, Severusss. I am not in the mood for playing chase.”

To obey was most profitable solution. But the ex-spy just didn’t feel like striking the bargain.
“Isn’t that surprising?...ah…” There was sweat all over him and black spots kept playing in his vision. “ ..Ah.. Regretably, it is my deepest belief that I am not a suitable companion for the whatever… that is…that is… that you are up to, my Lord.” He breathed out while forcing himself upon the bloody door, desperately trying to break it open.

“That’s for me to decide. Wingardium Leviosa. Leviter necto*”

Once again Severus Snape found himself back on the damned bed silken strings binding his legs and arms to the bedstead. “Let me go!” he screamed trashing, trying to get free while the Dark Lord sat on the bedside.

“Stop resisting or I’ll just have to resort to illusion charms, pet.” whispered Voldemort into Severus’ ear with malice and impatience, while untying the knot on the smaller male’s robe. The raven all but froze for a moment. And from the lecherous grin it was obvious that the Dark Lord saw the slip. ‘All – zero to the dark side. Oh, but, damn him. I’d rather be broken, killed or turn insane than give in’ Severus thought desperately while struggling, though his body no longer listened and his vision was forfeiting him. It was a comfortable thought.

“…verate”

Severus’ mind was sluggish. He was chilled, his legs were stretched open and his portal felt really strange, uncomfortably…loose and slippery. The male blushed.

“I took liberty to prepare you sssweet” hissed his tormentor seeing Severus’ eyelids flutter and cheeks blush. This effectively shook poor spy from his thoughts. Raven jumped in alarm – or at least tried to, for the binds kept him in position. He turned his head to the Dark Lord, prepared to snap at him and froze in panic. The foul thing was standing in front of him bare and fully erect. Putting twos together raven came with really disturbing result. Clearly, the Dark Lord did not expet…was not about to shove …that thing in his ass. That had to be anatomically impossible. He was deluding. No really…what a disturbing imagination he had ..Haha…

“Breathe…SSeverusss” Voldemort whispered huskily looming over him. Creature’s penis’ head was now positioned just at the place where Snape really wished it wasn’t. His life might have been a joke, but even he did not deserve to be killed in such bizarre and shameful way. Still, Severus was not about to humiliate himself even more by begging for mer…

Severus screamed, shrieked to be more precise. Hell, he did not even realize it. Then the light within him rose like tsunami and exploded… and smashed at the invisible barrier bounding his magic. It was like being struck by lightning – all the cells within Snape’s body suddenly became hyperaware. His senses were overloaded with information: the feeling of his skin grinding at sheets, straining of bindings, wetness of kisses that rained down his neck, chest, hair, face… the sounds of grunting, thrusting and breathing, heavy pounding of his heart, the sickeningly sweet, terrifying smell of precum, sweat, saliva and blood…and sheer agony of each and every thrust that was tearing him apart.

Raven felt lump forming in his throat. He was not sure whether it was from suppressed sobs or from his guts trying to leave him. He did not care to find out.

Then suddenly, the angle of Voldemort’s penis inside him changed and raven felt a jolt of pleasure pass though him. Severus gasped. How could this be happening? Was he under some sick curse?

“You are so perfect… my sssweet light” moaned out Voldemort and the jolt passed though him again. No, Severus now felt it every time the Dark Lord slammed into him. It was too much, too unfair. “Stop” he whispered hoarsely, at that moment caring not about his pride or dignity, just wanting for the pain, terror and most importantly humiliation to finally end.

“Ahhh…But…I can…sssee… you love it…Ssev..ahh..Ssseverusss…” The Dark Lord croaked and, oh god, started handling his semi hard penis. It was… Ughhh… “So sssweet my light“ How deranged Severus was to feel pleasure from this unwanted attention. Tears of frustration welled at the corners of raven’s eyes. The Dark Lord kissed them away.

He concentrated on agony, fear, humiliation and felt his dick go limp.

Voldemort started slamming into him more forcefully, more urgently, faster and faster. Finally his tormentor groaned and erupted filing him with seed. Then Voldemort collapsed crushing Severus to the bed like tons of bricks, while still sheathed inside him. He kissed Severus’ jaw line, the corner of his lips and started playing with his pink nipples. God, raven just wanted for it all to end. But there the residues of the magical outburst still smoldered within, keeping his body from collapsing.

“Sssweet Love… very ssweet and sso powerful…I will find a way to tap into that lightness of yours. But later…For now… there is still so much more ssinging for you left, before calling this night quits, love… Let’s aim for more pleasant note this time shall we?” whispered Voldemort into raven’s and slammed into him again. The merciful god of unconsciousness did not visit Severus again.


A/N2 Leviter necto – I am no good with Latin, but I wanted it to mean “softly bind”.