I'm A Slave For You-Chp71

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Harry woke up with a sinking feeling today. Voldemort was nowhere in sight, probably out there doing what he does best, but the sinking feeling would not go away. In fact, he had been under captivity long enough to have gone past the morning sickness phase and should be starting to crave weird food by now, but the tug at his heartstrings and the lead in his gut was killing his appetite. He knew he should be happy that his current increase in size of his baby bump was a sign that the child he and Severus created was still alive and well, but he couldn't bring himself to rise to the occasion. He didn't know why or what this feeling was, but he knew that as soon as Voldemort comes home from goodness knows where and after today, he would never be the same again.

"I'm home, Liat."

Harry didn't reply, staying in his room, salvaging whatever last defiance he had left. He could hear Wormtail coming up to him to help him take his robe and whatnot, and in minutes, Voldemort's footsteps closed in to the room until the man made his presence known to him.

"Hello there, my pet. How was your day?" Voldemort said as he came to the boy. "Did you miss me?"

"Not really," Harry looked away, hugging his knees, the sinking feeling getting worse.

"Are you mad at me for leaving you alone here? My bad. I was busy doing my thing."

"Call it whatever you want. It's still murder."

"Well, aren't we waking up at the wrong side of the bed today?" Voldemort raised a brow and rubbed his face against Harry's like a cat. "Maybe this might make you feel a little better."

So saying, the older man reached down with his hand under Harry's nightie and started teasing his clit hard, making the boy squirm.

"No, please, don't…" Harry tried to push Voldemort's hand away even though he knew it was in vain. "I don't want it…"

"Oh yes, you do, Liat," Voldemort murred as he almost ripped the nightie off the boy before putting his fingers on the clit, rubbing it vigorously. "You want me to make love to you, fuck you right into the mattress until you lose your mind."

"Oh god…! Stop…!! I'm g…gonna come…!!" Harry twisted on the bed, trying to resist but his body made him open his legs wide like a two knut whore.

"Come, let yourself loose. This won't be your last orgasm, I promise you that."

With that, Voldemort rubbed even harder, one of the fingers occasionally thrusting into his pussy. Almost immediately, Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as his pussy squeezed around Voldemort's finger before letting out a stream. The older man rubbed some more to milk him out before licking it off his hand.

"Mmm, such an intoxicating taste. Perhaps we should try something new today, and your body is perfect for it."

"W…What…do you want…to do with me…?" Harry panted, his body twitched a little from the lingering tremors.

"I have got just the thing for this occasion," Voldemort said as he accio-ed a brown paper bag that he had brought along into the room. Holding the boy in place with one hand, he dug through the bag to reveal a rather big-sized anal dildo. Harry blinked in confusion before he widened his eyes in shock at this.

"Wh…Why d…do you have that? What d…do you want to do with it…?"

"I got it after my kill. It is one of the trophies I've collected from my victim I just mutilated. Apparently he is rather fond of bodily exploration and had numerous of these, but this one is the one that struck my fancy. Better yet, see?"

Voldemort whispered a spell and the dildo came alive, making a thrusting motion, making the boy jump.

"N…No! I don't want this in me! Keep it away from me!"

"Oh? Are you sure you don't want it?" Voldemort grinned as his one hand sneaked down to massage the sensitive clit while the other sneaked at the other side and teased the hole with the tip of the toy.

"Yes…No, I mean…I don't want it…!" Harry breathed, blushing a deep red as his body was reignited again despite himself.

"Oh, I assure you, you most certainly will want it."

With that, he laid the boy down before using Harry's pussy juice and spread it around his hole, teasing it occasionally. He chuckled as he saw Harry tried in vain to portray his defiance, gripping the sheets as he twisted his head away while he whispered a lube spell on both Harry's ass and his fingers before slowly inching in two at once. Harry whined, cursing his body for making him realize how he missed those sensual touches and reacting to touches from people he shouldn't be engaging. Voldemort, after thrusting some, entered a third finger, scissoring him and finger-fucked him, barely brushing against the prostate, preparing him for what's to come, sending the boy arching and whining, tears of involuntary lust and self-loathing clung at his lashes.

"My, my, we really are raunchy today, aren't we?" Voldemort chuckled as he lubed up the dildo with Harry's pussy juice and a lube spell for good measure, then slowly inches the dildo into Harry's ass, making the boy gasp. "Rub yourself, boy. Rub it good."

Waiting for Harry to obey his orders, he lubed his cock up quickly, then entered him in one swift thrust. Once he felt himself fully immersed inside the boy, he whispered the spell to make the dildo thrust and he himself matched its thrusts, chuckling in malicious delight as he watched Harry throw his head back in a wordless cry, his body wrapped around Voldemort almost instinctively.

"Ooh, yes, feels good, doesn't it? Mmh, I can feel the dildo's vibration as well. So good…!"

Voldemort timed his thrusts right along with the dildo, making the boy almost scream from the pleasure. Harry would've outright begged him to go harder if he were to be fucked like this by Severus, but he knew he would betray Severus by wanting another man to pleasure him. His body told him that just a bit more and he would come, but he bit his lip hard until it was in the verge of bleeding to keep himself from saying so, while all the while Voldemort kept increasing the pace of the toy and he himself matched its pace, making it very hard for him to hold back his wanton voice.

"Yes, yes, come for me. Shower my cock with your juice, Liat."

Harry could no longer hold back. He had to let the words out or his heart would probably burst out of his chest and kill him.

"Yes, god, oh…Oh…OHH…!!! MILORD!!"

Harry's body went into hyperdrive as he came. He came longer and fast then he had ever, screaming out his pleasure. The muscles clamped down on him harder than he usually do, but Voldemort held back just to thrust into him so more, maximizing the boy's pleasure to make him come some more. Almost immediately, Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as he jerked, coming again. How, he did not care, just glad that he was, while Voldemort was loving the feeling of the boy's muscles clamping down on him so intoxicatingly tight. He was almost close, all he need was another orgasm from Harry. Grinning, he thrust while rubbing at the clit at the same time, while the dildo was still fucking Harry's ass. A few seconds later, Harry came again, though not as hard as before until he went down like a limp noodle, his body overridden with sensitivity. How could someone come that many times in a short amount of time was beyond him as he tried to stop Voldemort from giving him anymore but was unable to form the words thanks to his brain that had more or less turned to mush.

Voldemort could see from Harry's face that he was getting too sensitive, but he felt the clench all the same from Harry's incoherent cry. Quickly he pulled out and came all over Harry's body, groaning his slave name in pleasure. Harry laid on the bed, his eyes closed just trying to get his breath back. Then he let out a cry, remembering that the toy was still deep in his ass, in which Voldemort whispered a spell to make the dildo stop before pulling it out of him.

"Mmm…Someone's being a contented little kitty cat, aren't we, Liat?" Voldemort nuzzled the boy, making him flinch.

"That's all…in your head…" Harry panted. "I am human…not a cat…"

"Mmhmm…Who's the one who just let out such a nice meow when he came, huh?" Voldemort grinned, his hands reach over to tease Harry's nipples, his pleasure obviously not satiated enough yet, which was evident by the rock-hard cock pressed against the boy's thigh.

"P…Please…No more…Milord, I beg you…"

"That's not what I heard," Voldemort reached down a hand to stroke the soaked clit, "especially with that loud meow and my name being called."

"N…No…That's not true…" Harry whined, the sensitivity going down and the clit becoming swollen again for need.

"So…looks like our little kitty cat needs a little stroking, don't you think?"

"Nnh…No…Please, don't…" Harry begged, but his body was making him let his legs fall open for more access.

"Yes, my little kitty cat loves to be stroked, doesn't he?" Voldemort rubbed a little harder.

"Y…Yes, milord…" Harry replied, cursing himself for saying that and cursing himself for this need his body craved.

"Does kitty cat want to be stroked some more?" Voldemort grinned, deliberately slowing down and made the boy whine.

"Y…Yes…Please…H…Harder…"

"Then purr for me, my little kitty cat."

"I…I said I am not a…cat…!"

"Oh? Then how about mewing like you just did? Surely my little kitty cat can do that," Voldemort whispered into his ear, nibbling it while drawing the circles around the clit continuously.

"P…Please…Milord…Don't…"

Voldemort chuckled and started rubbing Harry vigorously, finger-fucking him at the same time, reaching deeper and deeper into his G-spot. Harry bucked against him, the need to come rising as the older man banged against the G-spot again and again, his thumb continue to rub the clit. Within moments, Harry's words were drowned out as he came, his body jerking and shaking. Voldemort did some more to milk him out, making him come again, not as much juice, but still powerful. Feeling his muscles clamped at his hand, Voldemort knew he was ready again. He took himself out and lubricated it with his juice before sliding forcefully into him again.

"Kitty cat wants some milk, doesn't he?"

"N…No…No, don't…milord…my baby…"

"You are such a hard bargainer."

Voldemort soon starts moving in and out again in a steady rhythm, aiming for the spot expertly as he knew where it was after countless times of fucking the boy. Turned on by the boy's screams and moans that he had gradually let loose more, he moved even faster and harder, hitting the G-spot vigorously until he could feel the familiar clenching again.

"Oh, god…!!" Harry grabbed the bed, feeling the orgasm building again. "Right there!"

"Yes, yes, yes! God, you're so tight!" Voldemort spread the boy's legs a little wider for better angle and aimed the G-spot perfectly.

Almost immediately Harry's scream rang in the room, coming for the goodness-knows-how-many time. Voldemort commented at the nice sound he made and wanted to hear it again as he jabbed some more, hitting harder and deeper into the G-spot, but Harry begged for mercy, not sure if he were able to take anymore even though his legs were opening wider against his will.

"God, how I wish I could come inside you," Voldemort panted as he slowed down to a halt, not wanting his own orgasm to end this pleasurable feeling. "Maybe I should try coming into your ass."

"No, milord, please…!" Harry whined. "You p…promised you…won't come inside me…!"

"I don't see why I can't. I wouldn't think that it would hurt your little spawn now that you don't have a cock anymore. Besides, I'm sure you want to have that toy up your pussy this time, am I right?"

"N…No…" Harry scowled, though his blush gave him away.

"You can't hide anything from me. I've fucked you long enough to know what makes you tick."

So saying, he picked up the toy n lubed it up well with Harry's juice again before pushing it slowly at the same time together as he entered Harry's ass, making the boy gasp both in pain and pleasure.

"Oh yes, I'm going to make you go insane this time."

Again, he whispered the spell for the toy to come to life and timed his thrusts along with it. Harry literally screamed this time without reserve. Gone was any sense of rational thought. Now he was just a ball of cold hard need. Voldemort shouted his lust as well as he pummeled into Harry's ass, timing it together with the toy as the toy assaulted Harry's G-spot just the way he liked it. Harry's eyes crossed as he came for the umpteenth time, his back jerking and his and gripping the sheets until a loud ripping sound was made. Voldemort heard the tear and peered at the source of the sound.

"Aha, my sheets ruined. I'm gonna have to punish you," Voldemort said as he slowed down his thrust, making the toy stop as well.

"No, please don't…!" Harry begged in fear. "I can't help it! I didn't mean to…!"

"Was it that good till you have to torture my sheets for it?" Voldemort grinned maliciously as he pulled Harry up by the hair, turned on by the way tears were running down the side of Harry's jade-green eyes.

"Please, milord…! I'm sorry…Please don't hurt me…!!"

"Well, you're going to go that easy, aren't you? Those were my best sheets. I'm gonna have to tie you up for this."

Without warning, Voldemort whispered a wandless spell and the bed posts at the head of the bed seemed to morph into long creepy vines that wrapped around the boy's wrists, pulling his arms up above his head and bound him against the head of the bed. Watching the boy cry pools of tears, sobbing under the mercy of his binds as the dildo still lodged inside his pussy was turning the vulgar man on in more ways than one. Cupping the boy's cheek, Voldemort licked the salty tears that flowed down before running his tongue along the bridge of the boy's nose.

"I didn't mean to do it, milord…" Harry sobbed. "Please…don't hurt my baby…You use my body all you want…Please…don't punish my baby for it…"

"On the contrary, my little Liat," Voldemort said huskily as he restarted the toy before reentering his cock into the boy's ass. "I will make you come again and again until you go insane and want no other cock but mine."

With that, he spelled back the toy into its previous speed and thrusts along with it, both the dick hitting the prostate and the toy hitting the spot at the same time. One thrust, two thrusts, and Harry's body started jerking again, clamping down on a death grip on the toy and on Voldemort as he came. Voldemort made the poor boy come a few more times until the clamping was too much for him to hold back. He snapped and bathed Harry's ass with his warm seed, jerking just as hard as Harry did as he filled the boy to the brim before finally collapsing beside him, panting breathlessly. The toys was still going and tried to spawn another orgasm but Harry's spent body would not let him have it anymore. Coming down from his high, Voldemort whispered a spell to stop the toy, but kept it inside.

"Mmh, you're so sexy this way," Voldemort flicked playfully at the clit, making the boy wince. "Gimme a few more minutes and a bit of a drink and we can carry on like this all night, my little Liat."

As Voldemort got off the bed and out of the room to get his drink, Harry's sinking feeling finally gave him the closure that he could no longer returned to the life his beloved Severus had risked his life attaining for him.

And he hated himself for it.