I'm A Slave For You-Chp67

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Harry looked down sadly at the body strewn across his feet and glanced at Wormtail striking off the last name off the family tree scroll. He had finally helped Voldemort locate his last and final Potter bloodline and was now in pieces on the floor. She was alone with no next of kin and she was just a normal girl who used to work at Flourish & Blotts. She didn't stand a chance against the forces of the advanced magic Voldemort had and suffered the wrath of his vengeance, while he stood by watching her go down in pieces knowing that he brought Death to her doorstep.

It soon dawned to him that he was finally the last Potter on earth, unless there were other people who were not blood-related to him that shared the same last name. He was all alone in this world now with no other known family members of his own and there was nothing he could do to stop this madness or with what was about to come. He turned to face the fireplace to scrape at the bricks when he felt the familiar cold arm around his waist.

"Great work, Liat," Voldemort said as he whispered to his ear. "We have finally rid of all the members of the Potter family tree, and I couldn't have done it without you."

"I'm not going to take credit for your treachery," Harry mumbled as he continued to scrape at the bricks.

"Well, at least you can look at it this way: You're the last of your kind now and you are now finally the special one, and that'll soon make the two of you once your baby is born. But then again, don't count on it."

"If you dare lay a finger on my baby, I swear to God…!!" Harry snapped at Voldemort, only to be silenced by a handful of his hair grabbed by the latter.

"God has nothing to do with what's happening right now, Liat, and God is not going to save a wretched soul like you, you who had a hand in killing all these people. Deal with it."
So saying, he let go of the boy harshly, pushing him away and would've made him fall to the floor if it weren't for Wormtail catching him in time. Harry wanted to say something but Wormtail shook his head warningly, giving him the look that told him he should keep his mouth shut while Voldemort was still in his good mood, though the cause of the good mood was nothing more than disturbing. Harry sighed and let it go, returning to the fireplace to scrape at the bricks while Voldemort went around searching for something to keep as his trophy.

"Oh yes, by the way, Liat. You are to 'entertain' Malfoy tonight."

"W…What…?!" Harry looked up at him incredulously from his scraping on the bricks.

"You heard me."

"W…What for…?"

"It's a bargain I made with him. I returned him what he prizes the most and now that he has it back, he is very eager to try it out, and I promise to reward you to him for him playing his part in my plans to perform the Potter genocide, and I'm not one to break promises and balk out on bargains."

"Then why can't you just get a woman or man to fuck with him?! Surely you can do that in a heartbeat!"

"He specifically wanted you, and like I said, I'm not one to break promises. So get your act together and go to his room tonight. Are we clear or do you need 'reminding' again?"

Harry knew what that meant. He hung his head and shook it quietly, "No…I…I understand…"

"Good. So you two play nice now."

Harry felt as if he could just gut him with a splicing curse if he had his wand right now.

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"It's so good for you to be back in my arms again, boy."

Harry flinched as the older blonde held him. His mind was screaming protests all the way towards Lucius' room, where he shared with his wife and Remus back when he was still Lucius' slave, when he was reminded by Wormtail to obey Voldemort's orders to fulfill the bargain the two older men had made, but unfortunately the phantom feeling of Voldemort's punishment on him was a little too much of a painful reminder for him to comply regardless whether he wanted it or not. As soon as he knocked the door, he was immediately pulled into the room and was in Lucius' arms, but his hug was nowhere near sincere.

"Don't touch me," Harry tried to pry away from him only to be held tighter.

"Now, now, boy," Lucius said as he ran his finger along the boy's chin. "You know you abide by your lord's command."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it or make it easy for you."

"Ah, I beg to differ, boy," Lucius grinned as he snaked under the nightie to tease the tip of Harry's clit, making the boy shudder and bit his lip. He ran his finger down the clit, making slow teasing massages and Harry started to pant on his chest.

Harry cursed himself mentally. Why did his hormones have to act up right now when he didn't want them to?

"Feels good, doesn't it, boy?" Lucius chuckled as Harry shook his head in denial. "Your body doesn't lie, boy. Being pregnant makes the sex all the more pleasurable. I should know; I had a wife. Let's see if it feels even better this way."

So saying, he laid Harry down on the four-post canopy bed he and his wife (and Remus and other slaves) used to share, then lifted the nightie all the way until his upper body was shown before he sucked and nibbled at his nipples in turn while his hand continued to massage and rub the clit, increasing the speed a little. Harry squirmed and writhed against his fingers, grabbing at the sheets while his mind telling his body in vain to stop feeling like this.

"N…No…! No! If…If you keep d…doing this, I'll…"

"Come? Do it. Don't hold back."

With another series of hard rubbing, Harry's inner muscles soon clamped down as he came, squirting his juice all over the blonde man's hand and on the sheets. Lucius felt the come on his fingers and waited until Harry stopped twitching before licking it off.

"Mmm…an exquisite bittersweet taste. It's been so long since I had such taste from a woman. Well, technically you're half a woman, but no matter."

"Sh…Shut up…I hate you…" Harry replied as he covered his face with his hands, feeling even worse than he was when he was manhandled by Voldemort.

"Yes, well, I couldn't care less now, could I?" Lucius positioned himself between Harry's legs. "I've finally got what I wanted back after so long and I intend on using it, so you better show me a good time, boy."

With that, Lucius lubed himself up with Harry's come and slowly inches himself in all the way to the hilt. Harry let out a strangled scream and tried to push him away.

"N…No!! S-Stop…! Take it out…!!"

"What's wrong, boy?" Lucius smirked as he moved in a steady rhythm. "Too much for you to handle?"

"T-Too full…!!" Harry whined, gripping at the blonde's shoulders and trying to push him off. "D-D-Don't move…! Please…You're r-r-ripping me apart…!!"

"Mmh…You feel so good right now, boy. You can't expect me to stop, can you? Damn…so tight…like I'm fucking a virgin…"

Ignoring the boy's screams and cries, he increased his speed, slowly aiming for the G-spot he knew where to hit from his experience of fucking women. Harry bucked up against him despite his mind telling him not to, his body instinctively clinging onto the older blonde as his body allowed a little bit of sexual drive take over, begging for the huge cock to go harder even though his heart was trying in vain to will it to resist.

"You like it, don't you, boy? You want me to go harder, don't you? Such a slut," Lucius smirked at Harry's indignant face, ignoring the boy's whimpers as he shook his head 'No'. "Very well, as you wish then."

Lucius soon hit harder, spreading the boy's legs a little wider to aim better, in which Harry covered his mouth to hold back the screams that was getting louder by the minute. He may have made him feel good, but he wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing that, although his body was shaking with impending release. It was not far that he would come the second time around but his heart will defy him till the end, even if his body would not.

"Mmh, yeah, I can feel your pussy starting to clamp on my cock. Are you about to come soon, boy?"

"Sh…Shut up…!! I'm not…" Harry snapped back, trying to keep from coming. Dammit, why does it feel so good…? I don't want this…!

"Come on, boy, don't be shy," Lucius chuckled darkly as he plunged a little deeper and harder into him. "Come whenever you want. A woman can come quite a number of times with that pussy of theirs; I'm sure the same applies to you with this."

A few more thrusts and Harry lost it, letting out a muffled scream on his hands as he came for the second time despite himself.

"Mmh~! You're really gripping me in…!" Lucius groaned, feeling the muscles clamping him tightly as he hit at the G-spot a few more times to maximize the boy's orgasm.

"D…Don't come…inside…b…baby…" Harry spoke incoherently, his whole body felt like it would be drained if he carried on juicing him off like this.

Harry's continuous orgasm clamped down on the older blonde until he couldn't hold back. He finally managed to pull out and released his load all over the boy, groaning out loud with pleasure. His body trembled as he let loose everything onto the boy, gasping for breath as the tremors eased done while he covered the boy's body with his warm seed. As soon as he calmed down, Lucius smiled cruelly and leaned down to run his tongue along the tears and sweat that lingered on the boy's face.

"You're lucky you're with child, or I would've inseminated you myself and have you making babies for me," Lucius chuckled at the way the boy looked back at him in horror at the thought. "It feels good, doesn't it, boy? To come over and over again from my cock?"

"N…No…" Harry flinched as Lucius licked him some more. "Th…That's not true…You made me…"

"But you were the one coming non-stop, not me," Lucius replied deviously. "Twice, as a matter of fact, while I only came once. You really are a slut at heart, aren't you?"

"No! No, I'm not! I'm not a slut! I came because you made me; I never wanted this!"

"Keep telling yourself that, boy, and you might just believe it. What I'd give to see the look on Sev's face when he sees you and I fucking like rabbits right now."

"N…No…" Harry sobbed, fresh tears pouring out of his eyes. "Anything but that…Don't…"

"Wanna have another go, boy?" Lucius asked as he teased Harry's sensitive clit again, a little harder than before.

"H…Haven't you had e…enough…?"

"I'm nowhere near done yet with you, boy. Not after being unable to use this for such a long, long time, and I intend to make use of it until I'm spent on you."

Without warning, the older blonde lube himself back up with Harry's excess juice around his pussy before entering him with one swift thrust, making the boy gasp.

"No! No, please, I don't want it anymore! S…Stop!!" Harry cried, trying to push him away, in which Lucius held his wrists done to his sides.

"Mmh, yeah, don't hold back on me. Let yourself loose as much as you want."

Lucius starts thrusting him fast and deep, brushing against the G-spot. Harry, who was already sensitive from his second orgasm, couldn't hold back as his G-spot was brushed against with such velocity as he came for a third time so soon, his hands twisted in the sheets. Lucius groaned in ecstasy at the way Harry's inner muscles clamped around him so tight and laughed out loud at the way Harry's body was enjoying all this despite his defiant face. He aimed the G-spot just right, in a way that he knew would drive any woman crazy (since he had done this so many times with Narcissa and his female slaves), and soon enough, Harry was just screaming and sobbing, looking both pleasured and devastated at the same time. And, oh, what a beautiful face he made for him, a face of conflicting emotions. It was turning him on in more ways than one—that and also the clamping sensation of Harry's muscles was too much. He knew he was going to let loose sooner than he thought as he thrust in deeper, harder and faster.

"Please…please don't come…inside…My baby…" Harry managed to beg in the midst of his whine.

"Well, your pussy," Lucius panted as he pummeled the spot relentlessly, "is not making it any easier to control myself, is it?"

"Please…Just don't…!" Harry thrashed about, feeling his orgasm building again. "I beg you…please…"

Lucius did not respond. He maneuvered Harry until the boy was on all fours, lifting his hips up and jabbed the G-spot mercilessly, making the boy scream even more as his orgasm started. Harry gripped the sheets, ripping them as his body felt pleasure that he was not supposed to be feeling from being raped. It was like despite his brain telling him not to enjoy this, his senses were in hyper drive as he squeezed harder and harder around Lucius' cock, his body was in like in a seizure as it was draining out of energy, the electrical jolts of euphoria racked his entire body from head to toe, his lips pouring out incoherent nonsense.

Lucius almost couldn't pull out from the tight grip Harry had on him. He would've shot his load into the boy if he hadn't had his hands gripped on Harry's hips for leverage as he pulled out, sandwiched it between the boy's buttcheeks and came all over the boy's back. Harry let out one last sob as he passed out from this unwanted pleasure, his breathing slowly going back to normal, while Lucius lay down on Harry, his weight almost crushing the boy, his cock still sandwiched between Harry's buttcheeks as he trembled down his last tremors.

"Oh, I'm going to have so much more fun with you, boy. Just you wait and see."