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Genie in a Bottle
Title: Genie in a Bottle
Author: Rose Creighton
Rating: R- NC-17
Pairing: SS/HP; LM/RW
Disclaimer: I don't own. Do you think I own? Like seriously, if I owned them I wouldn't be writing fanfiction because the books would already have all this fun stuff! ^_^
Feedback: Omigosh, I'd love it!! I like comments. Compliments are good, critiques are good. But if you're going to comment and say I suck and my fic sucks… please stop reading and leave me alone
Beta: My darling friend Mooch! ^_^ Kudos to her, any other mistakes are completely my fault! X-X
Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm
Challenge: 'Not here, Not now! No magic?'
Genie in a Bottle
Once upon a time in the land of Hogwarts, the kingdom of Gryffindor to be exact, a baby boy was born with amazing powers. Born to Lily and James Potter, he had messy raven hair like his father, and beautiful emerald eyes like his mother, and they called him Harry.
For a year and a day, the family lived in relative harmony. Then, a madman attacked them, killing the young parents, before turning to attack the child.
Harry sat in his crib, watching the man, with calculating emerald eyes. His eyes stared a hole through the man's stomach, causing him to tremble with fear.
The man threw a knife at Harry, before turning to run, but the moment he turned his back, a knife stabbed him straight in the heart.
The next day the royal guards found three dead bodies, and a baby boy with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
He was sent to an orphanage, where he lived for ten years, before he was sold to Hogwarts Slave School for Boys.
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*Hogwarts Slave School for Boys, Five years after Harry first arrived*
“Albus! I demand that you do something about that-that boy!” Madame McGonnagal cried.
“What boy, Minnie?” The old man replied, his blue eyes twinkling.
“That Potter boy!” She screeched. “He's been granting the other boys wishes again!”
“Has he?” Albus murmured, “What wishes?”
“… A lot of them, but he's killed a teacher!”
“A teacher?”
“Yes, Byron Selters, the Intercourse instructor was found dead this morning.”
“Indeed, how?”
“Suffocation.”
“Suffocation, and this is Mr. Potters fault?”
“Well, you see, his penis was cut off and stuffed down his throat and his nipples were
cut off and stuffed up his nose, he bled then he suffocated.” She replied, in a disgusted voice.
“Oh, you don't say.” Albus replied. “I'll have to do something about that then, won't I?”
“I must insist that you do, Albus.”
“Then, I shall! Have him come to my office, he won't trouble you again, Minnie.”
“See that he doesn't!” She nodded, before leaving the room in a huff.
A few hours later, Harry knocked on Dumbledore's office door. “Come in,” Albus called out.
“Headmaster,” Harry whispered, eyes downcast, fingers playing with the tassels on his flowing mesh pants, and on his vest. His raven hair had lengthened, and now reached just below his ass. “Madame McGonnagal said that you wanted to see me.”
“I did, indeed, Mr. Potter.” Albus said with a regal air. “It has come to my attention that you were involved in the death of our Intercourse Instructor.”
Harry gulped, staring even more intensely at the ground. “I'm not sure what you mean, sir.”
“Oh, I think you do. Byron Selters was found dead this morning, Mr. Potter.” Albus spat. “Would you care to tell me how he died?”
“I don't know, sir.” Harry whispered.
“Suffocation, Mr. Potter.” Albus smirked when Harry flinched. “I know you had something to do with it, Mr. Potter, all you need to do is confess.”
“I didn't do anything.”
“I know about your powers, Mr. Potter. I know that you've been granting the other boys' wishes.” Albus continued. “All you have to do is confess. I promise to make the punishment for murder a lot less intense than it would be.”
Harry glared at the headmaster, “I didn't do anything wrong! I couldn't help it. T-that man shouldn't have touched me sexually. I wasn't his. I belong to someone… I… I just haven't met him yet! I couldn't give my… my virginity to a man who I didn't belong to!” Harry cried.
“I see, and you didn't think of telling him this?” Albus asked, opening one of the many drawers on his desk, and pulling out a beautifully decorated bottle out of it.
“I did.” Harry replied quietly. “He didn't listen.”
“So, you killed him.”
“I didn't kill him.”
“I think you did, Mr. Potter. I also think I have the perfect punishment, as well.” Dumbledore smirked.
Harry said nothing just staring at the man.
Albus took the top off of the bottle and started chanting quietly, smiling as he heard
Harry gasp in shock as his slender mesh clad body was sucked into the ornate bottle. Into the spell Albus wove the rules that Harry would be forced to follow. “Goodbye, Mr. Potter. You're going to make the school very rich, very rich indeed.”
About a half an hour later, Madame McGonnagal walked in, “Well, Albus?”
“Gone, Minnie. I told you I'd take care of it.” Albus smiled. “Minnie, I found this wonderful… bottle in my desk drawer, it must have been left by the former headmaster. I think we should have and auction for it. I think it's a genie bottle.”
“Oh, how spectacular. Would you like me to call an auction for tomorrow??” She asked with a smile.
“If you would.”
“Of course.”
The next day the bottle was sold to the highest bidder. Who later sold the bottle again to the highest bidder. This process was repeated over and over again for many years.
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*Auction Ten Years Later*
“Five hundred Galleons, do I hear six?” The auctioneer called.
A man with shoulder length shimmering blond hair, and sharp silver eyes, dressed in an ankle length silver robe with the Slytherin Royal Crest on the chest, rose to his feet, and called with authority, “I'll give you One Thousand Five Hundred Galleons for the Genie Bottle.”
The auctioneer looked flustered, but nodded, “I have on thousand five hundred would anyone give me one thousand six hundred?” No one answered, so the auctioneer called with authority, “Going once, twice, SOLD to Lord Malfoy of Slytherin.”
Lucius nodded, moving quickly to pay, collect the bottle, and leave. “Finally, Sev is going to love this,” he murmured to himself, before getting in his carriage, and ordered it to take him to Slytherin Palace.
Lucius pulled a beautifully decorated box from underneath his seat, opened it and set the beautiful bottle in the ready-made indention in the box. He smiled and set it on the seat next to him.
Lucius quietly watched the land pass by, until the carriage pulled to a stop in front of Slytherin Palace. Lucius picked up the box, nodded to the driver who opened the door for him, and strode importantly into the palace.
He looked at the butler, and said curtly, “Tell King Severus, that Lord Malfoy is here to see him.”
The butler bowed, “Of course, sir.” Quickly doing as the regal man commanded. Moments later the man returned, “This way, my lord.” He led Lucius to the main Library where
Severus spent most of his time. “His Highness is browsing the bookshelves in the back, he'll be right with you. Would you like a glass of wine, my lord?”
“No, thank you,” Lucius replied, setting the ornate box on the table before making himself comfortable on the couch.
“Of course, sir,” the butler nodded, bowing and leaving the room.
Severus sauntered towards Lucius with a couple of thick books in his hands, “Ah, you're
back then. Will you tell me now why you had to go all the way to the Gryffindor kingdom to do… whatever it is you did there?"
“Ah, Severus, my friend. I bought you a present!” Lucius laughed, offering the beautifully decorated box to the shocked man.”
“Is it dangerous.” Severus queried, before hesitantly taking the box.
“No, but it'll make your wildest dreams come true.” Lucius grinned, and stood. “Well, now that I've given it to you, I'll leave you to… enjoy your present.”
Severus rolled his onyx eyes, and gave his friend a hug before watching him leave.
“Later, Lucius.”
“Later, my friend.”
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Severus sat on his overly large bed in his bedroom, and stared at the box Lucius had given him. “Well, I suppose I might as well get this over with.” He murmured to himself, lifting the lid of the box.
“A bottle… why on earth would he give me a bottle.” Severus mumbled, lifting the bottle out of the box. He took a moment to admire its beauty, before pulling the ornate cork from the top.
He gasped in shock as an emerald fog emerged from the bottle, and covered the end corner of his bed, before disappearing. Leaving behind a beautiful boy, dressed in emerald colored mesh pants, and vest. The boy had ass length raven hair, smooth pale skin, ruby red lips, and shocking emerald eyes that matched his shimmering outfit perfectly.
The boy stared at Severus, shock evident in his emerald eyes, “I-I am Harry, genie from your bottle. You have released me, and I am yours to command.”
“Genie… how old are you?”
“I have been in that bottle for ten years… and I was sixteen, before I was trapped there.”
“Why… why would they trap you in here?” Severus asked, quietly.
“I… I had a teacher killed at Hogwarts Slave School for Boys.” Harry whispered, eyes downcast.
“Why?”
“He… tried to… ummm… use me.”
“All of the boys at that school are forced to endure that, why did you not allow him to do it?”
“I… I didn't belong to him, sir,” Harry whispered. “There is someone out there… I… just couldn't get out before I was trapped to find him…”
“Indeed.” Severus ran a hand through his hair. “Have you found him?”
“N-no…” Harry whispered. “It's not like it would do any good if I had.”
“Why?”
“Because of that…” Harry pointed to the bottle Severus was holding. “I'm bound to that stupid thing. Even if I were to find him… it wouldn't matter.”
“Him?”
Harry blushed, “It's just a feeling I get… the one that I'm meant to be with… it's… a guy…”
“And… you can't have sex with anyone other than… this…. Mystery man?” Severus asked, setting the bottle in the box, and crawling towards the end of the bed.
“Not that I know of?” Harry bit his lip.
“Have you ever tried?” Severus nuzzled Harry's neck.
“Umm… I didn't want to kill anyone else… what are you doing?” Harry gasped when he felt a tongue caress his pulse point.
“Very… special… sexy things.” Severus replied, pushing Harry's vest off of his slender shoulders.
“Oh… but this isn't safe… oh that feels good,” Harry whimpered as Severus lapped gently at his nipple.
“Good,” Severus whispered, sucking on Harry's nipple, while moving his hands down slowly to caress the boys growing erection.
Harry moaned loudly; as Severus maneuvered them into a vertical position, while still caress Harry's tender parts. “Oh… … Master!” Harry cried out, as Severus pushed his pants off of his private parts.
“Severus,” Severus corrected, his hand now caressing Harry's member skin to skin. “Call me Severus.”
“S-Severus!” Harry cried, thrusting up into Severus' strong hand. “Please.”
“Please, what, Harry?” Severus whispered, slowly moving his other hand to gently caress Harry's puckered opening.
“More... please…” Harry whispered. “I need you…”
“Need me, where do you need me?” Severus whispered.
He thrust his hips against the hand caressing his ass, and cried, “There… please… I need you in me!”
“I aim to please, beautiful,” Severus whispered, bringing his hand away from Harry to search the drawer next to the bed. He pulled out a tub of flavored lube and opened it, thickly coating his fingers, before moving to stretch the naked beauty in front of him.
Harry arched his back far off the bed, as Severus slipped the first finger into his virgin hole. Harry whimpered softly as Severus thrust his finger in and out.
Severus watched Harry's face turn a really bright shade of pink, and smirked before add
a second finger and scissoring them into Harry's willing body.
Harry cried out sweetly thrusting back onto Severus' hand, “Please more!”
“Of course,” Severus murmured, adding a third finger, searching for the smaller man's prostate.
Harry screamed, “Oh… gods what was that?!”
“That, Harry, was your prostate,” Severus smirked again.
Harry shivered, “'s a nice feeling…”
“Indeed, it is.” Severus murmured, pressing kisses along Harry's collarbone. Smiling as the boy arched up into his caress. “Are you ready?”
“Yes... please… I need it!” Harry cried, wrapping his arms around Severus' neck, and pulling the older man down into a passionate kiss.
Severus responded to the impromptu kiss, while removing his fingers from the squirming boy, and coating his erection with more lube. “You sure?” He whispered, hoarsely, positioning himself at the boy's entrance.
Harry glared at the older man, and impaled himself on his cock, wincing in pain once it was fully inside of him.
Severus was in complete shock, trying desperately to keep himself from thrusting hard into the body beneath him. “You, alright?” Severus asked, breathless.
Harry nodded, trying to relax his body to the foreign intruder in his body. He took a deep breath, and gave and experimental thrust against Severus, and moaned. “Move!”
Harry commanded, wrapping his legs around Severus' waist.
Severus thrust gently into the slick warmth underneath him, moaning as he felt Harry clench his inner muscles around his erection. “Fuck…” He growled. “You're so tight…”
Severus slowly built up speed, thrusting harder into Harry's tight heat.
“Uh… yeah… more!” Harry whimpered, matching Severus' rhythm with one of his own.
They built up momentum quickly, rutting against one another, moaning and whimpering.
Until Harry finally screamed as Severus hit his prostate while caressing his aching erection pushed him over the edge, with Severus close behind.
Harry fell limply onto the bed with Severus collapsing on top of him, both trying to catch their breath. Finally, Harry whispered, “That was… wow…”
“Indeed.”
“Wow… can we do it again?”
“I'm not going to die?”
“No… oh…” Harry's eyes widened as shock took over his slender body. “I… with you! Which
means… I-I belongs to you.” Harry jerked away from Severus and curled into a ball and started to sob quietly. “Oh, this isn't right!”
“Harry what's wrong?” Severus whispered, rubbing Harry's back soothingly. “What can I do to make it better?”
“I can't stay with you!” Harry sobbed, his slender body shaking violently.
“Why ever not?!” Severus cried out raged.
“T-that stupid bottle! I-I'm tied to it, and the twelve wishes I'm supposed to give to my owner. When ever someone finishes with their wishes, I'm to be sold.” Harry whimpered.
“Isn't there anyway out of it?” Severus whispered.
“I-I don't know.” Harry whimpered, turning to curl into Severus' arms. “I-I love you, Severus'”
“You're beautiful, Harry.” Severus replied. “We'll find away out of this some, I promise. Before my twelfth wish is up, you'll be free to stay with me. I promise.”
“I believe you… Master.” Harry whispered, falling asleep in Severus' arms.
“Goodnight, angel,” Severus' whispered, cradling the boy close to his heart. “Forever, promise.” Listening to Harry breathing, he quickly joined his genie in sleep.
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Owari
AN: It's over, ah… I know it has a cliff hanger for an ending… but I don't have the next part as planned out, so it's gonna be in the sequel, which I'm working on called, ‘Freeing My Genie.' Unless, of course, I find a better title, I hope you enjoyed my story, and I hope you'll keep an eye out for the sequel! Much love to all of you!
<3<3,
Rose Jay Creighton
New AN: LoL so I wrote this forever ago, I thought I'd just share it with ya'll! Let me know what you think about it! R&R! No Flames, they will be used to roast my marshmellows
Author: Rose Creighton
Rating: R- NC-17
Pairing: SS/HP; LM/RW
Disclaimer: I don't own. Do you think I own? Like seriously, if I owned them I wouldn't be writing fanfiction because the books would already have all this fun stuff! ^_^
Feedback: Omigosh, I'd love it!! I like comments. Compliments are good, critiques are good. But if you're going to comment and say I suck and my fic sucks… please stop reading and leave me alone
Beta: My darling friend Mooch! ^_^ Kudos to her, any other mistakes are completely my fault! X-X
Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm
Challenge: 'Not here, Not now! No magic?'
Genie in a Bottle
Once upon a time in the land of Hogwarts, the kingdom of Gryffindor to be exact, a baby boy was born with amazing powers. Born to Lily and James Potter, he had messy raven hair like his father, and beautiful emerald eyes like his mother, and they called him Harry.
For a year and a day, the family lived in relative harmony. Then, a madman attacked them, killing the young parents, before turning to attack the child.
Harry sat in his crib, watching the man, with calculating emerald eyes. His eyes stared a hole through the man's stomach, causing him to tremble with fear.
The man threw a knife at Harry, before turning to run, but the moment he turned his back, a knife stabbed him straight in the heart.
The next day the royal guards found three dead bodies, and a baby boy with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
He was sent to an orphanage, where he lived for ten years, before he was sold to Hogwarts Slave School for Boys.
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*Hogwarts Slave School for Boys, Five years after Harry first arrived*
“Albus! I demand that you do something about that-that boy!” Madame McGonnagal cried.
“What boy, Minnie?” The old man replied, his blue eyes twinkling.
“That Potter boy!” She screeched. “He's been granting the other boys wishes again!”
“Has he?” Albus murmured, “What wishes?”
“… A lot of them, but he's killed a teacher!”
“A teacher?”
“Yes, Byron Selters, the Intercourse instructor was found dead this morning.”
“Indeed, how?”
“Suffocation.”
“Suffocation, and this is Mr. Potters fault?”
“Well, you see, his penis was cut off and stuffed down his throat and his nipples were
cut off and stuffed up his nose, he bled then he suffocated.” She replied, in a disgusted voice.
“Oh, you don't say.” Albus replied. “I'll have to do something about that then, won't I?”
“I must insist that you do, Albus.”
“Then, I shall! Have him come to my office, he won't trouble you again, Minnie.”
“See that he doesn't!” She nodded, before leaving the room in a huff.
A few hours later, Harry knocked on Dumbledore's office door. “Come in,” Albus called out.
“Headmaster,” Harry whispered, eyes downcast, fingers playing with the tassels on his flowing mesh pants, and on his vest. His raven hair had lengthened, and now reached just below his ass. “Madame McGonnagal said that you wanted to see me.”
“I did, indeed, Mr. Potter.” Albus said with a regal air. “It has come to my attention that you were involved in the death of our Intercourse Instructor.”
Harry gulped, staring even more intensely at the ground. “I'm not sure what you mean, sir.”
“Oh, I think you do. Byron Selters was found dead this morning, Mr. Potter.” Albus spat. “Would you care to tell me how he died?”
“I don't know, sir.” Harry whispered.
“Suffocation, Mr. Potter.” Albus smirked when Harry flinched. “I know you had something to do with it, Mr. Potter, all you need to do is confess.”
“I didn't do anything.”
“I know about your powers, Mr. Potter. I know that you've been granting the other boys' wishes.” Albus continued. “All you have to do is confess. I promise to make the punishment for murder a lot less intense than it would be.”
Harry glared at the headmaster, “I didn't do anything wrong! I couldn't help it. T-that man shouldn't have touched me sexually. I wasn't his. I belong to someone… I… I just haven't met him yet! I couldn't give my… my virginity to a man who I didn't belong to!” Harry cried.
“I see, and you didn't think of telling him this?” Albus asked, opening one of the many drawers on his desk, and pulling out a beautifully decorated bottle out of it.
“I did.” Harry replied quietly. “He didn't listen.”
“So, you killed him.”
“I didn't kill him.”
“I think you did, Mr. Potter. I also think I have the perfect punishment, as well.” Dumbledore smirked.
Harry said nothing just staring at the man.
Albus took the top off of the bottle and started chanting quietly, smiling as he heard
Harry gasp in shock as his slender mesh clad body was sucked into the ornate bottle. Into the spell Albus wove the rules that Harry would be forced to follow. “Goodbye, Mr. Potter. You're going to make the school very rich, very rich indeed.”
About a half an hour later, Madame McGonnagal walked in, “Well, Albus?”
“Gone, Minnie. I told you I'd take care of it.” Albus smiled. “Minnie, I found this wonderful… bottle in my desk drawer, it must have been left by the former headmaster. I think we should have and auction for it. I think it's a genie bottle.”
“Oh, how spectacular. Would you like me to call an auction for tomorrow??” She asked with a smile.
“If you would.”
“Of course.”
The next day the bottle was sold to the highest bidder. Who later sold the bottle again to the highest bidder. This process was repeated over and over again for many years.
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*Auction Ten Years Later*
“Five hundred Galleons, do I hear six?” The auctioneer called.
A man with shoulder length shimmering blond hair, and sharp silver eyes, dressed in an ankle length silver robe with the Slytherin Royal Crest on the chest, rose to his feet, and called with authority, “I'll give you One Thousand Five Hundred Galleons for the Genie Bottle.”
The auctioneer looked flustered, but nodded, “I have on thousand five hundred would anyone give me one thousand six hundred?” No one answered, so the auctioneer called with authority, “Going once, twice, SOLD to Lord Malfoy of Slytherin.”
Lucius nodded, moving quickly to pay, collect the bottle, and leave. “Finally, Sev is going to love this,” he murmured to himself, before getting in his carriage, and ordered it to take him to Slytherin Palace.
Lucius pulled a beautifully decorated box from underneath his seat, opened it and set the beautiful bottle in the ready-made indention in the box. He smiled and set it on the seat next to him.
Lucius quietly watched the land pass by, until the carriage pulled to a stop in front of Slytherin Palace. Lucius picked up the box, nodded to the driver who opened the door for him, and strode importantly into the palace.
He looked at the butler, and said curtly, “Tell King Severus, that Lord Malfoy is here to see him.”
The butler bowed, “Of course, sir.” Quickly doing as the regal man commanded. Moments later the man returned, “This way, my lord.” He led Lucius to the main Library where
Severus spent most of his time. “His Highness is browsing the bookshelves in the back, he'll be right with you. Would you like a glass of wine, my lord?”
“No, thank you,” Lucius replied, setting the ornate box on the table before making himself comfortable on the couch.
“Of course, sir,” the butler nodded, bowing and leaving the room.
Severus sauntered towards Lucius with a couple of thick books in his hands, “Ah, you're
back then. Will you tell me now why you had to go all the way to the Gryffindor kingdom to do… whatever it is you did there?"
“Ah, Severus, my friend. I bought you a present!” Lucius laughed, offering the beautifully decorated box to the shocked man.”
“Is it dangerous.” Severus queried, before hesitantly taking the box.
“No, but it'll make your wildest dreams come true.” Lucius grinned, and stood. “Well, now that I've given it to you, I'll leave you to… enjoy your present.”
Severus rolled his onyx eyes, and gave his friend a hug before watching him leave.
“Later, Lucius.”
“Later, my friend.”
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Severus sat on his overly large bed in his bedroom, and stared at the box Lucius had given him. “Well, I suppose I might as well get this over with.” He murmured to himself, lifting the lid of the box.
“A bottle… why on earth would he give me a bottle.” Severus mumbled, lifting the bottle out of the box. He took a moment to admire its beauty, before pulling the ornate cork from the top.
He gasped in shock as an emerald fog emerged from the bottle, and covered the end corner of his bed, before disappearing. Leaving behind a beautiful boy, dressed in emerald colored mesh pants, and vest. The boy had ass length raven hair, smooth pale skin, ruby red lips, and shocking emerald eyes that matched his shimmering outfit perfectly.
The boy stared at Severus, shock evident in his emerald eyes, “I-I am Harry, genie from your bottle. You have released me, and I am yours to command.”
“Genie… how old are you?”
“I have been in that bottle for ten years… and I was sixteen, before I was trapped there.”
“Why… why would they trap you in here?” Severus asked, quietly.
“I… I had a teacher killed at Hogwarts Slave School for Boys.” Harry whispered, eyes downcast.
“Why?”
“He… tried to… ummm… use me.”
“All of the boys at that school are forced to endure that, why did you not allow him to do it?”
“I… I didn't belong to him, sir,” Harry whispered. “There is someone out there… I… just couldn't get out before I was trapped to find him…”
“Indeed.” Severus ran a hand through his hair. “Have you found him?”
“N-no…” Harry whispered. “It's not like it would do any good if I had.”
“Why?”
“Because of that…” Harry pointed to the bottle Severus was holding. “I'm bound to that stupid thing. Even if I were to find him… it wouldn't matter.”
“Him?”
Harry blushed, “It's just a feeling I get… the one that I'm meant to be with… it's… a guy…”
“And… you can't have sex with anyone other than… this…. Mystery man?” Severus asked, setting the bottle in the box, and crawling towards the end of the bed.
“Not that I know of?” Harry bit his lip.
“Have you ever tried?” Severus nuzzled Harry's neck.
“Umm… I didn't want to kill anyone else… what are you doing?” Harry gasped when he felt a tongue caress his pulse point.
“Very… special… sexy things.” Severus replied, pushing Harry's vest off of his slender shoulders.
“Oh… but this isn't safe… oh that feels good,” Harry whimpered as Severus lapped gently at his nipple.
“Good,” Severus whispered, sucking on Harry's nipple, while moving his hands down slowly to caress the boys growing erection.
Harry moaned loudly; as Severus maneuvered them into a vertical position, while still caress Harry's tender parts. “Oh… … Master!” Harry cried out, as Severus pushed his pants off of his private parts.
“Severus,” Severus corrected, his hand now caressing Harry's member skin to skin. “Call me Severus.”
“S-Severus!” Harry cried, thrusting up into Severus' strong hand. “Please.”
“Please, what, Harry?” Severus whispered, slowly moving his other hand to gently caress Harry's puckered opening.
“More... please…” Harry whispered. “I need you…”
“Need me, where do you need me?” Severus whispered.
He thrust his hips against the hand caressing his ass, and cried, “There… please… I need you in me!”
“I aim to please, beautiful,” Severus whispered, bringing his hand away from Harry to search the drawer next to the bed. He pulled out a tub of flavored lube and opened it, thickly coating his fingers, before moving to stretch the naked beauty in front of him.
Harry arched his back far off the bed, as Severus slipped the first finger into his virgin hole. Harry whimpered softly as Severus thrust his finger in and out.
Severus watched Harry's face turn a really bright shade of pink, and smirked before add
a second finger and scissoring them into Harry's willing body.
Harry cried out sweetly thrusting back onto Severus' hand, “Please more!”
“Of course,” Severus murmured, adding a third finger, searching for the smaller man's prostate.
Harry screamed, “Oh… gods what was that?!”
“That, Harry, was your prostate,” Severus smirked again.
Harry shivered, “'s a nice feeling…”
“Indeed, it is.” Severus murmured, pressing kisses along Harry's collarbone. Smiling as the boy arched up into his caress. “Are you ready?”
“Yes... please… I need it!” Harry cried, wrapping his arms around Severus' neck, and pulling the older man down into a passionate kiss.
Severus responded to the impromptu kiss, while removing his fingers from the squirming boy, and coating his erection with more lube. “You sure?” He whispered, hoarsely, positioning himself at the boy's entrance.
Harry glared at the older man, and impaled himself on his cock, wincing in pain once it was fully inside of him.
Severus was in complete shock, trying desperately to keep himself from thrusting hard into the body beneath him. “You, alright?” Severus asked, breathless.
Harry nodded, trying to relax his body to the foreign intruder in his body. He took a deep breath, and gave and experimental thrust against Severus, and moaned. “Move!”
Harry commanded, wrapping his legs around Severus' waist.
Severus thrust gently into the slick warmth underneath him, moaning as he felt Harry clench his inner muscles around his erection. “Fuck…” He growled. “You're so tight…”
Severus slowly built up speed, thrusting harder into Harry's tight heat.
“Uh… yeah… more!” Harry whimpered, matching Severus' rhythm with one of his own.
They built up momentum quickly, rutting against one another, moaning and whimpering.
Until Harry finally screamed as Severus hit his prostate while caressing his aching erection pushed him over the edge, with Severus close behind.
Harry fell limply onto the bed with Severus collapsing on top of him, both trying to catch their breath. Finally, Harry whispered, “That was… wow…”
“Indeed.”
“Wow… can we do it again?”
“I'm not going to die?”
“No… oh…” Harry's eyes widened as shock took over his slender body. “I… with you! Which
means… I-I belongs to you.” Harry jerked away from Severus and curled into a ball and started to sob quietly. “Oh, this isn't right!”
“Harry what's wrong?” Severus whispered, rubbing Harry's back soothingly. “What can I do to make it better?”
“I can't stay with you!” Harry sobbed, his slender body shaking violently.
“Why ever not?!” Severus cried out raged.
“T-that stupid bottle! I-I'm tied to it, and the twelve wishes I'm supposed to give to my owner. When ever someone finishes with their wishes, I'm to be sold.” Harry whimpered.
“Isn't there anyway out of it?” Severus whispered.
“I-I don't know.” Harry whimpered, turning to curl into Severus' arms. “I-I love you, Severus'”
“You're beautiful, Harry.” Severus replied. “We'll find away out of this some, I promise. Before my twelfth wish is up, you'll be free to stay with me. I promise.”
“I believe you… Master.” Harry whispered, falling asleep in Severus' arms.
“Goodnight, angel,” Severus' whispered, cradling the boy close to his heart. “Forever, promise.” Listening to Harry breathing, he quickly joined his genie in sleep.
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Owari
AN: It's over, ah… I know it has a cliff hanger for an ending… but I don't have the next part as planned out, so it's gonna be in the sequel, which I'm working on called, ‘Freeing My Genie.' Unless, of course, I find a better title, I hope you enjoyed my story, and I hope you'll keep an eye out for the sequel! Much love to all of you!
<3<3,
Rose Jay Creighton
New AN: LoL so I wrote this forever ago, I thought I'd just share it with ya'll! Let me know what you think about it! R&R! No Flames, they will be used to roast my marshmellows