Better Than Cookies {COMPLETE}

A/N: We left off with our dashing, young hero in a doom-filled situation. He is no longer in danger...of the physical sort, anyway.

Warnings are as follows: Foot fetish, oral, dub-con throughout *smirk*, Deatheaters somewhat out of character...and some others. Anyway, enjoy and let me know if its over the top.

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Harry’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in terror. He started jerking at his restraints, not even bothering to stop the tears that pooled in his eyes and began to fall.

“Mr. Potter.”

Harry ignored him and continued to struggle. He cried out softly as a particularly strong jerk rubbed his wrist enough to make it bleed.

“Mr. Potter!”

Harry shook his head in silent denial of Lucius’ words. He shrieked when hands grabbed him and pressed him into the mattress, preventing further injury. “Please don’t.” Harry stared pleadingly into the steel grey eyes of the eldest Malfoy. Rather than the cold indifference Harry was used to, Lucius seemed to genuinely care if he was hurting himself. While Harry was distracted with Lucius, another death eater stepped forward to heal his wrist.

A cool, pale hand wiped his cheeks gently. “If you would let me finish my thought before over reacting, that would be lovely.”

Harry continued to stare at him as if he were mesmerized.

“Mr. Potter.”

Harry blinked and shook his head to clear it.

“As I was saying, before you overreacted and had a breakdown, it has to be a sound of pleasure. Those are the specific…rules.” He smirked over his shoulder.

If possible Harry seemed even more panicked. “No! You will hurt me, I know it! I’m not an idiot. I know how you operate. Lies and tricks, anything to break down the enemy.” Harry was breathing hard, face flushed with emotion. The teen nervously licked his lips and eight pairs of eyes settled on his mouth.

Lucius, being the closest, did what the rest wanted to do and pressed his lips against Harry’s, effectively silencing him. His gasp of surprise allowed Lucius to slip his tongue into his mouth. Harry felt the strange conflicting feelings again. He wanted to bite the man or struggle, but found himself kissing him back. Lucius’ tongue stroked his gently, leisurely exploring his mouth. Lucius was careful not to frighten him. When the older man released him, Harry lay back panting harshly, a dazed look on his face as he stared up at the blonde man.

As the effects of the kiss wore off, Harry felt panic quickly rise again. The man crawled onto the bed, straddling him. Harry tried to ignore the feel of the high-quality robe against his cock. Lucius’ pale hands reached for him and he struggled to escape them. This was it, where the pain started. They were going to torture him. Tear’s pooled in his eyes again, slipping over when he turned his head away from the man above him. A feather light touch on his chest had him gasping and jerking his head back to the front. The grey eyes met and held his.

“Just relax.” The cultured voice flowed over him and he closed his eyes to bask in the warm sensation of the mouth teasing his right nipple. He moaned as his other was lightly rolled between two fingers.

“Ah!”

Lucius’ mask hid his grin at the sounds he pulled from the boy. It was almost too easy. He slowly made his way down Harry’s toned, young body and nuzzled around his painfully hard erection. The boy made a pleading sound and curled his toes.

Bellatrix stared at the scene before her more turned on than she could ever remember being. The sight of Harry’s adorable little toes curled in pleasure made her want to worship his feet. She wanted to suck on his toes and molest the arch of his foot with her tongue. A shiver of anticipation went through her as she waited her turn.

Lucius glanced up at the lust and pleasure on Harry’s face. The boy’s cock was close enough to touch with his tongue so he did just that. His tongue licked him from root to tip twice to see his reaction. Harry’s hips rose off the bed seeking the warmth of Lucius’ mouth again. Lucius chuckled quietly and licked his inner thigh. He was sure begging counted as a pleased noise.

“God, Lucius, you’re killing me!” Harry was too far gone to care that he had just called Mr. Malfoy, Lucius, or that he was begging.

Lucius obliged him and sucked the head of his cock into his mouth. Harry’s mouth opened and a choked scream escaped. He kept his eyes shut tightly. The man began to hum and Harry’s eyes popped open in surprise. At the same time, Lucius thrust one slick finger into him and pressed directly on his prostate. Harry threw his head back and wailed, shuddering and coming down the man’s throat.

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“Alright. Now that the contest has officially started, there are a few rules. Let’s all be sporting now, shall we?” Lucius looked to his lord.

Voldemort nodded and listed the rules in a flat tone, as if he were explaining the rules of golf. “Only minor pleasure spells are to be used. Calming, relaxing, and warming spells are fine. None of you will reveal your identities while having your turn. That means no talking whatsoever. Harry will remain tied unless the activities require more movement than he has now. A refreshing spell, as well as a healing spell will be done after each turn to insure Harry is not hurt in anyway. I would like to strongly express that care is to be taken. The boy is of the utmost importance. This ritual depends on him, but more than that, the outcome of the war depends on what side he chooses. Keep this in mind. Carry on!”
Voldemort sat back in his throne, finally dropping his hood so he could get a better view. His body renewed to that of an twenty year old, he had yet to show Deatheater’s outside his inner circle his new appearance. After the ritual was completed, Harry would be bound to him and his inner circle, and they to him. Snape and Lucius had been searching for a way to peacefully end the war for years. Luckily, they had finally come upon a way everyone agreed with. Snape had fooled Dumbledore for years, all the while gathering research on a way to bind the light side’s weapon to the dark side. The thought of Severus, still recovering under the watchful eye of his mate, made him bare his teeth.

Harry was the be all end all in the upcoming war. Voldemort smiled slightly and glanced over to where the boy, or rather man, lay sprawled out on the bed. The ropes had enough give to let him get comfortable, not that he had moved since Lucius had finished with him. Voldemort let out a soft sigh. He raised his wand and pointed at the sleeping man. Silently casting a few spells, he watched as Harry’s eyelids fluttered open.

Harry smiled, feeling warm and comfortable. He stretched lazily, arching his back like a cat and yawning. It was then he noticed he was naked and the ceiling above him was not his bedroom ceiling. He tensed as the last few hours came back to him. He had been captured and now he was being…tortured? No, that didn’t even sound right in his head. Used. He was being used for some nefarious purpose. Probably something that would destroy the light. He turned his head and gapped. The man seated on the throne could have been the memory of Tom Riddle from his second year. “Voldemort?”

The man smiled slightly, really just a small curve of the lips, and nodded. “Ready to continue? You are much better at this than you are at potions, if Severus is to be believed.”

Harry scowled at him. His gaze searched the people around him, looking for the familiar black eyes. His examination was cut short by the feeling of something warm and wet lapping at his feet. He craned his neck to see someone bent over him. He groaned as the tongue slide between his first and second toe. The sensation seemed to go straight to his cock which began to swell. His confusion at the odd sensation quickly vanished as the full lips wrapped around his big toe and sucked hard. Harry’s eyes rolled back into his head. It seemed impossible that having his toes sucked could feel so good. The mouth released his toe and began to tongue his arch in teasing jabs. He shuddered violently. Teeth grazed his ankle and soft kisses were sprinkled across the top of his foot. He was painfully hard as the mouth switched to his other foot. Wriggling on the silk sheets, he was unsure if he was trying to get closer to the strange sensation or escape it. His left foot was even more sensitive. The open mouthed kiss on the bottom of his foot made him cry out and jerk at his bonds.

“Ah! Please,” Harry gasped. The tongue slide between his last two toes and he convulsed with a shout. Cum splattered his chest and stomach and he collapsed against the bed still trying to make sense of what had happened.

Bellatrix licked her lips and took advantage of Harry’s distraction by licking him clean before slipping her mask back down and dropping back to her spot in the circle around the bed. Voldemort once again cast the series of spells and sat back in his throne.

Fenrir Greyback leered from behind his mask. All the pale smooth skin called to him. He wanted to lick all of it. He wanted to slip his thick fingers into the Potter boy’s tight little ass until he cried out with the overwhelming pleasure of it. A growl rose in his throat but he quickly pressed it down remembering what his lord had said about giving away his identity.

Harry felt the ropes release him only to flip him over and lash him down again. He tensed at the feeling of someone leaning over him. He squeezed his eyes shut waiting for something horrible to happen. Someone began pressing lingering kisses to his lower back. Against his will, Harry felt himself relaxing. The kisses turned to licks as the person worked their way up his spine. They nipped at his shoulder blades making him sigh with pleasure. They finally reached the back of his neck and seemed to be smelling his hair.

Fenrir shivered at the warm, fresh scent of the boy. His skin tasted sweet and young, vanilla sugar. His tongue licked the shell of Harry’s ear, bringing another sharp gasp. He sucked on the earlobe and grinned wolfishly at the soft sigh. Fenrir sat up on his knees and worked his way back down the boy’s spine. This time he pressed his hands to each globe of Harry’s ass and whispered a relaxing spell.

Harry gasped at the tingle of magic and then moaned as a slick finger pressed into him. A very large finger. The fingertip struck his prostate and he groaned into the bedspread. He felt a second finger begin to push in and braced himself for a little pain. None came. Three long, thick fingers thrust into him sharply bringing a small cry. Harry arched his back, fighting the ropes to raise his ass to get the right angle.

Voldemort managed to focus on his wand work long enough to do the incantation to loosen the ropes before he went back to staring and stroking himself. Harry’s innocent gasps of pleasure were more arousing than the practiced screams of a whore. The boy finally got in the correct position and actually shrieked. Voldemort slide his thumb over the end of his cock at the same time and came all over the inside of his robes. He waved his hand, doing a cleaning spell, and watched the boy on the bed collapse.

Harry felt the tingle of magic again. He was sure it was Voldemort’s this time. He focused his gaze on the man sitting in the throne. He didn’t hate him. In fact, he hadn’t actually hated Voldemort in a long time, but that didn’t change the fact that someone had to stop his killing. Unfortunately, for Harry that someone had to be him. He sighed. As yet another person gently attacked him, he kept his eyes on the Dark Lord. His dark hair and ruby eyes were mesmerizing. The pleasure built much faster with the crimson gaze locked on his. He watched Voldemort reach under his robe and stroke himself. Harry’s eyes closed as the strong wave of an orgasm hit him. He was helpless to hold back his cry of gratification. Breathing hard, he met the man’s eyes again and saw a small smile.

Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange had always helped each other out. They never fought against each other, realizing instead that they could get more by working together. They decided this situation was no different. Rabastan winked at his older brother and approached the bed.

Harry lay perfectly still on his stomach, simply waiting for whatever would come. Worry continued to gnaw at his insides. He was sure it was only a matter of time before this went down hill. As it was, he would never be able to go back to the light with his head held high. They only wanted him because he was their Golden Boy. Now he was nothing. He tore his gaze away from the Dark Lord’s, suddenly aware Voldemort had probably heard his last thought. The man visibly sighed, frowning at the young man who thought so little of himself.

Rabastan knelt on the bed between Harry’s knees. His perfect, round little ass was just within reach and the death eater couldn’t resist running his hands over the smooth skin. Harry jumped at the first contact. The hands continued to gently knead the globes of his ass. Soon, he felt warm breath on the back of his thigh. Warm lips nipped the underside of his ass working their way inwards to his balls. The first lick nearly sent him off the bed. Harry pressed his face into the bed, to muffle the gasps and moans escaping him. The person continued to lightly tongue his balls, alternating between a staccato rhythm and long languid licks. Harry groaned, his hands grabbing a hold of the ropes binding him.

Rabastan nipped lightly at Harry’s left cheek, before spreading them to see his tight hole tensing with the lingering pleasure. He leaned forward and licked around the edge of the little, pink pucker, laughing quietly at the muffled scream it drew from the boy. He spent a few minutes lapping the spot before wigging the tip of his tongue against it.
Harry turned his head to the side and whimpered. “More!” He struggled not to shove his ass into the person’s face. The tongue slid into him a couple inches and wiggled. Harry cried out and gave into what his body wanted, shoving himself backwards in a wanton display of neediness. Rabastan grinned as a spell came to mind that could further improve the situation. He silently cast a spell to add a few inches in length and an inch in width to his tongue.

Harry screamed his appreciation. “Yes! There! Please there!”

Rabastan jammed his improved tongue into the spot that made Harry nearly cry with pleasure. He focused on hitting that spot and widening Harry’s channel for what his brother had planned. Finally deciding he had widened him enough to accommodate the butt plug he had summoned, he slide the slick, black plug into Harry and flipped him over.

Harry felt something warm and hard enter him, but didn’t have time to think on it, as the person began to quickly bob their head on his erection. He had never thought of himself as someone who would want to use large toys, but the massive plug that managed to press everywhere at once made him writhe in absolute bliss. His orgasm sat just out of reach and he whined pitifully. Rabastan reached down and tapped the end of the plug, sucking hard at Harry’s cock. The boy cried out wordlessly and spurted into his mouth.
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Bellatrix gently smoothed the hair back from the Harry’s sweaty face. The boy was once again in a nearly comatose state. His sensitivity made him easy to please, but it took a great deal of his energy every time he came. Perhaps, lacing the Avearan Leitin with a lust potion was a bit excessive. After half an hour, he finally began to come to. Voldemort grinned at his Deatheaters. One more person and the ritual would be complete. His connection to Harry and to his inner circle meant they could probably feel Harry’s emotions and read his thoughts as well as Voldemort himself. Bella’s behavior seemed to prove his theory correct. She had been hovering around Harry since he passed out. Her actions were those of someone who was obviously worried.

“He’s fine, Bella.”

She turned toward him and frowned. “I don’t know if he can take much more right now.”

Voldemort couldn’t help smiling at her mothering tone. Given, a little while ago she had been just as horny as the rest of them. “He’ll be just fine. Rodolphus!”

The last death eater stepped from the circle and smiled to his brother before kneeling on the bed. He was a little worried about what he had planned but trusted his brother to have done a good job stretching Harry. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the boy. Before Voldemort did his series of spells, Rodolphus cast a few strong relaxing spells.

Harry didn’t open his eyes, having learned by this point to check his surroundings before acting. He still felt warm and comfortable, but now there was an added fullness that made him want to moan and rub against the bed. He felt the bed move as someone else knelt between his knees. The hands rubbed his back and thighs in slow relaxing circles. He sighed deeply, feeling every part of his body relax into the bed. There was slight tingle of magic and he found his hips propped up with pillows. His cheeks blazed at the thought of the picture he must present. He turned his head to look at Voldemort who gave him a reassuring smile. Harry decided to think about the meaning behind that later.

Rodolphus tapped the plug to measure Harry’s reaction. He nearly laughed when the boy thrust down against the pillows a few times before gaining control of himself. He rubbed Harry’s lower back and began to slowly slide the plug out. Harry moaned at the odd feeling. He moaned louder as it was quickly thrust back in. The person started a rhythm of slowly pulling it out and then quickly shoving it back in. Harry gasped for air, balling his hands in the bed covers. It felt almost like the plug increased in size every few thrusts. He found that the larger it got the more he moaned.

Rodolphus increased the size of the plug until it was the width of his hand before slipping it out. Harry cried out at the loss, raising his ass to plead for something to take it’s place. He turned his head to Voldemort and whined. The Dark Lord stared at him for a moment before glancing at whoever was kneeling behind him. Harry heard the person chuckling a moment before two fingers sank into him. Already stretched, four fingers were soon sliding comfortably in and out of him. He clenched his teeth at the feeling of a thumb sliding in. The feeling was intense, almost too much. As the hand began to form a fist, he cried out. His body shuddered, covered in sweat, as he struggled to stay relaxed. He let out a loud groan once the act was completed and the fist began to move inside him. The knuckles pressed on his prostate continuously, riding the thin line between perfect and too much.

Rodolphus slowly relaxed his hand and slid it back out. He decided Harry was ready for him. At eleven inches and the width of Harry’s wrist, his cock was more than capable of hurting the boy if he wasn’t properly prepared. Rodolphus flicked his hand to release the ropes and pulled the boy into his lap, facing away from him. The tip of his cock eased inside the tight channel.

Harry grasped at the arms holding him for dear life. The cock pressing into him felt monstrous. “I can’t! Stop, please!”

The man immediately stopped his slow progress and removed one hand from around Harry’s waist to brush the hair back from the boy’s forehead. Harry let the action relax him and focused on breathing. He lay his head back against the man’s chest and nodded his consent. The huge cock began sliding in again. He closed his eyes tightly. Overwhelmed with sensation, tears ran down his face and he bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Rodolphus knew he was violating the rules but he couldn’t help whispering words of encouragement in Harry’s ear.
“That’s it, Harry. You’re almost done. Just a little more.” Harry opened his eyes and looked up into warm brown eyes. A harsh sob escaped him and he rubbed the side of his face against the man’s strong chest. The body behind him was tense from keeping the slow pace. Harry finally felt the backs of his thighs meet skin. He shuddered.
Rodolphus felt an almost overwhelming protectiveness well up inside him. He assumed it came from the bond which was nearly complete. He grasped Harry’s hips and slid out a few inches before reseating himself. The boy in his lap sobbed but tried to quicken the pace.
Harry felt the tears streaming down his face. He was almost impossibly full and imagined he could feel the man in every part of him. In fact, he felt aware of the people in the room in a way he hadn’t a few minutes ago. He let the man lift him up a few more inches before pulling him back down. His nails dug into the arms around him hard enough to cause pain, but the man said nothing.

“Harder.” Harry whispered the word. Almost as soon as it left his mouth, he was lifted and lowered in quick succession. He cried out and nodded his head to show he was fine. The pace increased until Harry’s cries echoed in the large room.

Rodolphus closed his eyes to focus. They few open seconds later when he sensed someone hovering nearby. Bellatrix stood just to the side of the bed. Her eyes held a soft emotion, something like tenderness. Rodolphus paused his actions long enough for her to kiss the tears from Harry’s face and press her lips to his. Bella returned to kiss Harry as Rodolphus began at a slow pace. The body in his lap was mostly limp but he saw him kiss Bellatrix back with fervor.

Harry started to protest the slower pace until he felt soft lips on his face then on his mouth. His prostate suddenly felt like it was punched and he screamed into the sweet mouth. His gasped and cried and still the mouth stayed on him, nipping and sucking at his lips. Another mouth appeared on his lower abdomen, slowly licking at his cock. “Yes! Please don’t stop!”

The three others on the bed smiled and sped up their pace. Lucius slid Harry’s cock into his mouth and swallowed. The boy frantically reached for something else to hold onto. One hand slid into Bella’s silky tresses and he sobbed into her mouth. “Please.” He whispered brokenly against her lips, not sure what he needed.

She smiled and her eyes flicked to her husband’s.

Rodolphus heard Harry’s quiet plea and felt the need through their blossoming bond. He thrust three times quickly while Lucius fondled Harry’s balls and fastened his mouth securely over the tip. Bella pulled her mouth away from Harry’s a moment before he came, simply staring into his Avada Kedavra eyes as he threw his head back and screamed.

The room suddenly exploded in bright flashed of color. Green, red, blue, brown, and silver swirled around the large area before seemingly disappearing into the room’s inhabitants. Harry collapsed against the chest behind him and was barely aware of the softening cock gently retreating. Bella gave him one last kiss before turning to Voldemort who placed a dreamless sleep spell on the boy.

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“Well?” Voldemort eyed his inner circle and waited for answers.

“Well, I am certainly much more aware of what everyone is feeling. Bella, he’s fine.” Lucius turned to see the woman eyeing the bed.

She nodded and turned back to the conversation.

He gave the boy a quick glance before continuing to speak. “I know, Harry…” Lucius coughed delicately “…Mr. Potter, has quite a bit of lingering confusion and suspicion in regards to us. He is completely drained, as well. In fact, after a few hours, when he wakes he will probably panic.”

The other death eaters nodded. Voldemort flicked his wand to release the sleeping boy, who sighed and rolled onto his side facing them, a shock of midnight hair falling over his famous scar. The Dark Lord reached for the bond. A woman’s voice screamed faintly through his mind, green light enveloping her. He frowned and quickly closed off the bond.

For a moment, the key members of the dark side were silent as they simply studied Harry’s peaceful visage, unaware of the tension their lord was hiding beneath his layers of occlumency. As if able to sense them watching, Harry smiled and reached a hand across the bed in their direction. Without a conscious thought, Nott strode over to the bed and perched on the edge. His large, slightly callused hand closed over Harry’s smaller and smoother one. The boy sighed and sank deeper into sleep.

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A/N: Ok, guys. There's a long chapter to hold you over until next week. Love.
P.S.- If after this chapter you still have questions, feel free to ask and I'll address them at the beginning of the next chapter.