I'm A Slave For You-Chp69

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

"Our place has been compromised. You will have to move out to another safer location, Master Riddle."

Harry looked up curiously at Lucius who brought the Daily Prophet for Voldemort to read. Seeing the headlines, he knew that it would spell bad news for the two adults and good news for the boy. His heart almost leapt in joy as he tried not to show it on his face, continuing to serve Voldemort his breakfast as if he hadn't heard anything.

Apparently, Remus had finally found Harry's secret messages that the boy tended to scrape and scrawl at any place he could find during the Potter genocide. Harry had been doing that in places he hoped the Aurors would see during the processing of the crime scene after that first kill he had helped made on Wolfen and his family. It was too small for the naked eye to see, but for Remus' who has heightened senses, including an amazing wolf-like eyesight, had seen Harry's scrawling on one of the brick of the fireplace when they went to kill the Blaine-Potter girl that read : HELP, LM, and Lady Luck probably had a hand in doing this, since if the reporter had not taken the picture of the fireplace, Remus wouldn't have seen this secret message. After enlarging the picture and put together the puzzle of what the LM initials stood for, Lucius has heard word that the Aurors will be conducting a thorough search of his manor the next morning.

"How is that possible?" Voldemort looked up at him accusingly. "I thought you had everything under control."

"I swear I have," Lucius quickly defended himself. "But I have no idea how it is possible that they knew you were here, and they will not disclose their source, not even to the press or to the Ministry themselves. And I heard that they will be bringing along some people from the Department of Mysteries just to make double sure that all hiding places are eliminated, so any invisibility wards or any of my underground catacombs and secret passageways are out of the question."

"It does sound troubling."

After puzzling over the situation, Voldemort decided to make his next hideout at his biological father's home, since staying at his adopted father's place would probably be a little risky especially when Lucius warned him that it would be the first place the Auror will look since the warlock was closest of a family to Voldemort than anyone else. Harry made a mental note to remember the name of the place so that he could be able to send off his new secret message.

"Prepare my bath, Liat," Voldemort said as he finished the last of his breakfast. "We will set off to the Riddle Manor immediately after that."

"Y…Yes, milord," Harry nodded and went upstairs to prepare the bath. As the tub filled, he unconsciously rubbed his still flat belly, hoping that it was still alright. So far, he had yet to feel anything that might indicate that his child was no longer with him, meaning that either he had a survivor for a child or they were holding back on punishing him (which would probably be far-fetched, though hopefully so). His imagination wandered to the thought of the first time he helped Severus run his bath, the way they shared it together as they bathed each other head to toe on the day he woke up from his long sleep and be briefed of his duty in the household, the way that Severus would always give him an appreciative smile or a pat on the head to thank him for a bath well run, and the way they would share their passion together in that cold tiles surrounded by warm mists from the hot water. He wrapped his arms around himself, imagining that he was back in Severus' arms again, feeling his wonderful touches and his loving caresses around his body, giving him that true sense of security…

"Thinking about me, boy?"

Harry broke out of his thoughts to see Voldemort undressing behind him. He looked away, disgusted.

"You wish."

"Excited to move to a new home? It'll be my old home where I was forcibly raised by my so-called father, though I'm glad I took care of that problem. I think most probably there will be new tenants there, and new hired help as well, but we'll definitely take care of that. Of course, it still means that you're under my wing and still are under my command. You're my favourite, after all."

"Yes, milord, I will keep up appearances," Harry replied, looking down. "I'll be a good little slave. The water is probably cold now, since you took your time coming up. Do you want me to drain it and refill?"

"No need," Voldemort said as he waved a spell to make it warm again, then magicked Harry's clothes away before picking Harry up and put him into the bath first before joining him. "You just need to do what you are born to do, and you know exactly what that is."

"Yes, milord," Harry replied reluctantly, praying that this time he wouldn't make him lose the baby.

"Mmm…someone's eager today, aren't we?"

Voldemort grinned deviously as he teased Harry's clit as he flicked a tongue at his nipple. Harry bit his lip, holding back a whine while the older man continued to suckle at his nipples while his fingers inched into him, teasing the clit and finger-fucking him at the same time. Harry would've threaded his fingers through his hair if it weren't for the fact that the one finger-fucking him and nibbling occasionally at his nipples while being sucked was Voldemort and not his beloved Severus. Gripping at the sides of the tub, Harry involuntarily let out a moan as Voldemort soon took out his fingers and replaced them with himself, slowly burying his cock into all the way to the hilt.

"Mmh, sex really is better when you are pregnant now, doesn't it?" Voldemort said as he leaned down to kiss him, holding onto Harry's cheeks to keep him from turning away from him.

"Nnh…! No…it's…it's not…" Harry panted, throwing his head back when the older man held onto his hips and thrust into him slowly, his inner muscles reflexively gripping him like there was no tomorrow.

"Your mouth says 'No' but I know your body is agreeing with me," Voldemort thrust into him faster while he caressed Harry's still-flat belly. "Shall we give your baby his early taste of milk and see if he likes it?"

"N…No…!! Don't! Anything but that…!" Harry bit his lip as his G-spot was aimed just right. "Don't come inside me, I beg you, milord…!"

"You look so cute when you're begging me like that, Liat. Makes me feel almost sorry that you're my slave and not my intended."

"I…I'm g…gonna…" Harry panted, not wanting to give Voldemort the satisfaction of knowing that he was going to make him come from the thrusts, although his body was pushing down a little to meet Voldemort's thrusts, as if screaming for Harry to give in and let it hit right there, just right there.

"Mmh, so tight…so good…I'm gonna come too…"

Once Voldemort maneuvered to hit the spot where Harry pushed against him, Harry soon lost it, his inner muscles clenched around the older man as he came, his whole body shaking and convulsing. The muscle clench made Voldemort came seconds later, and he barely was able to pull out from the tightness, squirting his seed into the water. As soon as Harry stopped shaking like he had an epileptic seizure, he laid his head on Voldemort's shoulder, trying to hide his face from Voldemort, not wanting him to see that feel-good look on his face which he hated displaying at the moment from that major orgasm, though the older man was smarter than that as he took the boy's chin to push the face upwards so that he could see his handiwork.

"That was nice, Liat," Voldemort chuckled as he ran his tongue along the boy's lightning bolt scar, making the boy flinch. "You were really nice."

"Save it," Harry replied in defiance, even though he was only allowed a little of it.

"I can't wait to move in to our new hideout, where we can bless the place with our love-making."

Harry dare not say it, but what they share was nothing more than just plain fucking.

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The Riddle Manor was just as creepy and malicious as Voldemort himself as Harry took his first glimpse around once they Floo-ed in through the fireplace. The place looked like it could use some serious spring-cleaning, showing how long abandoned the manor was, but it seemed that everything was still in place and whoever lived here last had lived with class, what with the furniture looking like it was bought for a king's ransom. There had been evidence of people who camped out or partied all over the floor, judging by the beer bottles and snack wrappers everywhere, but other than that, there were no signs of life.

While Lucius stayed behind at the Malfoy Manor entertaining the search party, Voldemort, Harry and Wormtail had quickly packed their things prior to their visit and made their way through the Floo Network, reconnecting the magic and adjusting the flow so as to connect the fireplace to the one at Riddle Manor for a one-time trip before Lucius severed the network connection to conceal it from prying eyes of the staff of the Department of Mysteries. It wasn't easy, being that the Riddle Manor was way out in the outbacks of the Muggle world, but they managed to get it done in the nick of time and left just a few hours before the search party came with the Ministry Decree for their surprise search. Once they were there, the first thing Voldemort did was go over to the nearest window to look outside.

"Hmm, looks like the old caretaker is still living," Voldemort said as he peeked outside the window to see a dilapidated hut just opposite the manor. "Wormtail, go take care of him. And make it a clean one this time, mind you."

"Yes, Master. Right away, Master," Wormtail bowed before making his way out of the manor and morphed into his animagus form to go to the hut undetected.

"W…What are you going to do to him, milord? Not kill him, I hope," Harry said as he stood there, unsure whether to stop Wormtail or let him carry out Voldemort's orders.

"That old man has outlived his decades as a Muggle anyway," Voldemort grinned deviously as he ran his hands along the armchair that seemed to bring him nostalgic memories. "I'm just letting him retire from his service of looking after the home, is all. He has done well to keep this place unoccupied as per stated in my father's will."

"Your…father's will?"

"Of course, I have to tweak it a little to make sure that the manor goes under me before I poisoned him to death. The will states that unless the true Riddle heir has returned, this house is to be given out to no one and anyone who trespasses here must be severely dealt with, all measures taken."

"Then you don't have to off the caretaker, just go tell him then."

"And alert the wizarding world?" Voldemort tsked as he tickled the boy's chin. "We can't take any chances, my dear Liat. That caretaker could be working for the Ministry, for all we know, after my little…escapade these few years. Better safe than sorry," he paused when Wormtail had returned, "I assume you made it clean this time, Wormtail?"

"Yes, Master. Very clean, Master," Wormtail nodded eagerly, grinning through his ratty face. "He never knew what hit him. It's like as if he died in his sleep. No one would suspect anything, not even the Muggles or any wizards or Mudbloods living nearby."

"Good. Now off with you. Clean up the place or ward up this manor or something. Liat and I have a little 'housewarming' to do."

Wormtail bowed before quickly leaving to do his usual menial tasks. As ironic as it may sound, Harry didn't want Wormtail to leave. He'd rather have him around than being left alone with this man who took pleasure in torturing people for his own entertainment, but he knew it was wishful thinking. He could not defy Voldemort in his condition now and he knew Wormtail would follow this wretched man down to ends of the earth. And he did not need to be a genius to know that once he was left alone with this bastard, he was to serve his purpose other than serving him material needs.

"So, shall we get started on a little house-warming there, Liat?" Voldemort asked as he grinned mischievously.

"Y…Yes, milord," Harry sighed, knowing that he had no place in denying.

"What's the matter, Liat?" Voldemort asked as he lifted Harry's skirt, revealing the boy's pussy and flicked his finger at the clit. "You don't seem too into it."

No shit, Sherlock, Harry thought as he bit his lip at the flick.

"Then," Voldemort pulled him down the hallway into what looked like the study room and waved his wand to close and lock the door, putting silencing charms about it, "lemme help you get into it. Sit on the desk and spread your legs for me."

Harry moved reluctantly onto the desk and lifted the skirt of his nightie fully, baring the pussy for all to see, looking away, not wanting to face the man.

"If you like pussies so much, why don't you just kidnap some girl and fuck her, or look for a real female slave instead?"

"I did try a few times when I was out, but they can never compare with the one that you display in front of me," Voldemort said as he gently slapped Harry's thighs to coax him to open his legs wider. "Besides, what can be kinkier," he leaned down and teased the clit with the tip of his tongue while his hands rested gently on his inner thighs, "than fucking a pussy boy who is pregnant and ultra sensitive to every touch I make?"

"You…You mother fucker!" Harry cursed, biting back a moan as he was already starting to drip.

"Now that you say it, I am, am I not?" Voldemort laughed before he peppered kisses on the clit and on the folds of the boy's pussy.

As Harry covered his face, writhing and bucking under Voldemort's talented mouth, the older man kissed the pussy some more before taking the swollen clit into his lips, sucking at them. Harry was unable to contain the yelp of pleasure that escaped from his lips as Voldemort slowly inches his tongue into his pussy, tongue-fucking him in a slow and steady rhythm, feeling himself almost coming to the edge of sanity. His mind was telling him to shut this all out, to ignore everything that had been bombarded over his body, but his body was begging Voldemort's tongue to move faster, deeper and harder. He really hated himself right now for allowing hormones to take over his rationale.

"Mmm…Going to come, aren't we?" Voldemort asked before going in as deep as he could, tongue-fucking him a little harder.

Harry let out a wail as he came, his body shivering and shaking, while Voldemort swallowed every drop as he diddled the clit to milk him out more, making the boy jerk and buck.

"Oh god! Milord, please!" Harry begged, his whole body being oversensitive. "Stop, stop, STOP!!"

"Mmm…Delicious as expected," Voldemort licked him clean and looked up at the boy. "You came just by being tongue-fucked alone. You're really enjoying it, aren't you?"

Harry didn't reply, not sure whether it was from defiance or from the fact that he was panting like he just run a 10-mile marathon.

"Come on now, Liat. Don't go enjoying it all on your own now. My cock needs attention to. And I want you to do it while stroking yourself again. I want to see you come from sucking me."

Despite Harry's shaky knees, the older man made him kneel on the floor as he took off his pants. Taking hold of the man meat, Harry tentatively licked the tip, making Voldemort hiss with delight, though in all truth, Harry wished it to be Severus' cock that he was sucking. Harry took the head in his mouth, sucking lightly before pulling off like he was trained to. His other hand was busy working his own vagina as instructed by Voldemort, wincing as he felt Voldemort's hand reaching down to tweak his nipples. Biting back a moan, he took Voldemort's cock back in his mouth. He blushed as he started to finger his clit. It felt strange to him, touching something that wasn't supposed to be there, that wasn't supposed to belong to him, but in another way, it felt rather good, almost so much better than it felt stroking his cock. The pleasure was deep inside, burning within his crotch, unlike the feel of pumping a cock that felt rather external. It felt wrong, but at the same time so right.

He really hated himself right now.

Voldemort was starting to moan and pant from Harry giving him head, ordering the boy to take more and diddle himself faster. He could tell that the boy was about to come before him as he ran his hair along the boy's dark ebony tresses, chuckling darkly at the way Harry wanted to hold back in fear of Voldemort's wrath if he ever capped off before him.

"C'mon, boy, you can do better than that. I thought I told you to come while you suck me. I want to feel your voice on my cock as you come from sucking me."

Harry whimpered, but one last flick of that bud sent him over the edge. Severus moaned and screamed and whined all through his orgasm, unable t contain himself. The vibration from Harry's voice on his cock was giving him a sensual jolt in his system, not to mention the sexy way Harry writhed and screamed his orgasm with his dick still in his mouth. He wanted to pull out, remembering that he made a deal with Harry not to come in his mouth, but Harry was the one to pull back, panting and gulping for air, his body trembling with the force as the older man finally came, covering the boy's face and nightie with his warm seed.

"M…Milord…You promised…" Harry whined, his hand weakly stroking the cock still to milk him out some more like he was trained to.

"Yes, I know that, Liat," Voldemort growled, "but I never gave permission for you to pull out without my orders."

"I…I didn't mean…I…" Harry wanted to cower away from him, trying to avoid punishment but he couldn't get up thanks to the double orgasm he had just now. Voldemort smirked at that sight and waved a cleaning spell over Harry before carrying the boy bridal style.

"Too much to handle, eh? Seems like you really enjoyed yourself a little. But you're not off the hook yet. I'm gonna punish you for pulling out without my permission."

Harry definitely knew what he meant as Voldemort carried him upstairs to the master bedroom of the manor.