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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Voldemort
  Additional Tags:
      Somnophilia, Large_Cock, Rough_Sex, Rape, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Come
      Inflation, Come_Swallowing, Anal_Gaping, Anal_Plug
  Series:
      Part 14 of Harrymort_One-shots
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-14 Words: 7977
****** Till Sunrise Comes ******
by CrazyJanaCat
Summary
     He had all the time in the world to play some more with his prey.
     After all, sunset and sunrise were hours away from each other, even
     in summer.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
He watched the house with a neutral expression from across the street while the
sun slowly descended from the sky. Almost time. Almost…
The spell work had been intricate, very difficult to do while keeping away from
the watchful eye of the neighbour squib, but he’d managed, and by sunrise
tomorrow, there would be no more Harry Potter to thwart him. No Boy-Who-Lived,
no Chosen One to stand against him and give his enemies hope. He would see to
the little pest’s end himself. Tonight.
At last, the sun disappeared fully, leaving the street in darkness. Voldemort
stepped forward slowly, carefully. Wary. Nothing happened, not yet at least. He
crossed the threshold into the yard of Privet Drive 4 and still no alarm went
off. Voldemort smirked.
The spell he had used on the house a few days before had ensured him entrance
without any dangers of tripping the wards placed on it. He could technically
enter whenever he wanted thanks to Harry’s blood, but couldn’t yet act
maliciously. The wards would be able to tell when magic was being used and what
kind. The Order would be present before he would even be able to cast the
Killing Curse of his enemy. But now, with this spell, which used Harry’s own
blood in the Dark Lord’s veins to trick the wards into believing he wasn’t a
threat but an ally, and as such, wouldn’t alarm the Order of his presence.
It had been suspiciously easy. He’d been watching the house for two weeks now,
after having killed the neighbours and used a polyjuice potion on himself. The
man he had left alive, stuffed in the basement with his dead wife and teenage
daughter, had been disposed of about an hour ago, as Voldemort wasn’t planning
on returning to the house after he was done with the Potter brat.
A softly murmured Alohomora had the front door open silently and Voldemort
stepped inside. His blood red eyes needed no getting used to the dark. He was
the Dark Lord after all, he has lived his whole life in shadows and darkness.
It as the sunlight that irritated him, not the dark of night. He let his eyes
roam the dark hallway and sneered in disgust. So generic, mediocre. So muggle.
It disgusted him. But he wasn’t there to judge the muggle interior designing.
No, he was there for his enemy.
With determined strides, Voldemort ascended the stairs. He could feel Harry,
feel the tug that led him straight to his prey. He grinned darkly at this. It
was as if Harry himself wanted to be found by him. Well, Voldemort considered
himself benevolent. If that was what the boy wished than he’d gladly hand Harry
his death. Good riddance, if you asked him.
He followed the pull towards the door in the back of the upstairs hallway and
raised a non-existent eyebrow at the several locks that kept the door firmly
closed keeping everyone out, or more likely, keep someone in. Voldemort
chuckled and shook his head. That fool Dumbledore never learned. Not only had
he kept his weapon fully in the dark of everything, he also left him to rot
with muggles that hated him every summer. Well, he’ll soon learn, Voldemort
thought gleefully. But by then it would already be too late to do anything.
He was inside the room with a single swipe of his wand, the door having swung
open silently. He surveyed the room and scoffed. The great hero of the Light
lived in a small bedroom with chipped paint and old, broken furniture. It did
explain why he was so small and skinny. The cage next to his window was empty,
which was good because Voldemort didn’t want any interruptions.
The boy himself lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully, his raven hair that was
usually so messy, spread out around his head like a halo. It was summer, and
the boy clearly had been too hot, as he had kicked off his old, stiff sheets,
leaving his torso completely bare. Voldemort’s breath caught in his throat,
seeing his nemesis in nothing but a pair of oversized boxers. He was… oddly
alluring.
The boy was marked with the beauty of youth, only 16 – no, still 15 for another
hour and a half, but Voldemort cared little for such details – and there was
still some baby fat making his face look soft and round. His full pink lips
were parted as he breathed slow and even, meaning he was still in a deep sleep.
His cheeks were a bit reddened and there were still-wet tear tracks running
over them. It only made him seem more attractive to Voldemort, who could feel
his member rising to attention at the addictive sight.
Frowning, he lifted his wand, the killing curse already on his lips when he
tensed. The boy whimpered and uncurled himself, flopping on his back and
spreading out on the small bed. Voldemort’s eyes widened in arousal when more
of that perfect skin was revealed. The boy was thin enough to count ribs, but
his body was that of an athlete none the less, with a taut stomach and the
first showing of abs. His pink nipples were erect from being out in the open
air and perhaps the small chill that came from the open – and barred – window.
Voldemort shook himself out of his enchantment, and lifted his wand again. The
boy needed to die before the sun rose again… But that was still several hours
away, wasn’t it? He still had time to indulge. He grinned at that. And indulge
he would.
“Silencio,” he murmured, casting the spell over the entire room, that way, the
other occupants wouldn’t hear a thing.
Once that was done, he approached the bed, careful not to wake the boy. For a
moment, it looked like he would wake up, as his eyelids started to flutter and
he whimpered. He didn’t move otherwise though, so Voldemort didn’t act other
than pausing to watch his victim with intense red eyes.
“Siri-” Harry suddenly mumbled, his brows furrowing.
Voldemort scowled. Was the boy dreaming of someone else? The information he had
been given told him that he had not had any lovers aside from a short,
meaningless relationship in the past year with a girl he’d spend the entire
year before his return pining after and was too blind to notice the many other
girls interested. Voldemort would almost have found it a pity if Harry being a
virgin hadn’t aroused him even further.
“D-don’t kill him,” the boy whimpered, seemingly becoming more restless.
“Please, Voldemort. Don’t kill Sirius. Don’t kill Sirius. Please.”
This made the Dark Lord smirk. So he wasn’t dreaming of anyone else. He dreamt
of the Department of Mysteries, or perhaps the fake torture dream Voldemort had
shown him a few months earlier. So Harry regretted his dear blood traitor
godfather’s death enough to dream of it and dream of begging him for his life?
This was… useful.
He quickly slid over to the bed and leaned over the boy, grinning widely as he
still didn’t wake and instead continued begging. He wished Harry had done this
back at the Graveyard too, with the Diggory boy. He might not have tried to
kill him then, but instead done what he was planning right now. He cast a quick
relaxing charm on the boy, to keep him asleep for a bit longer and more docile
once he did wake as well as a small charm too keep his body from breaking and
tearing no matter the strain he’d put on him. He was sure that would become
useful soon enough.
“Do you want to save him, Harry?” he hissed softly in his ear.
“Do you wish for me to spare him? Why shouldn’t I kill him?”
Harry whined low in his throat and jerked a bit, but thanks to the spell stayed
asleep.
“P-please!” he sobbed, his eyelids seeming to flutter desperately now as tears
streamed down his cheeks.
“What will you give me in return, Harry?” Voldemort whispered in his ear.
“Don’t kill him, just don’t kill him,” Harry mumbled in his sleep, crying more
desperately.
“Very well. Then I’ll take my payment from you,” Voldemort replied grinning.
He straightened back up and took his wand back out. Time to start the real fun,
he decided with a malicious grin. First, he cast a protective spell on Harry’s
mouth to keep him from being able to bite down – that just wouldn’t do, as he
was planning on using that side of the boy a lot this night – and a special
binding spell, that allowed him to control Harry’s movements whether he was
asleep or awake.
He forced Harry’s body to move so he was kneeling on the bed, facing him. His
eyes were still closed, and now much calmer than before, as Voldemort had
reassured him in his nightmare (and the calming charm helped too of course)
“Open up, Harry,” Voldemort said softly.
The sleeping teen obeyed easily. His mouth fell open while his eyes stayed
closed. Eager, Voldemort fished his cock out of his robes and stepped closer.
The Dark Lord couldn’t help but moan loudly as he slid in the hot, wet mouth of
the teen. Voldemort was definitely no stranger to the pleasures of sex, but
taking his nemesis’ innocence without the boy’s knowledge or consent was riling
him up so much he wanted to rut Harry’s face like a desperate teenager.
Instead of raping Harry’s throat like he so desperately wanted to, Voldemort
set a slow, careful pace. He didn’t want to wake Harry just yet. That surprise
was for when he was a bit further in. Either when he came or when he was
already fucking the boy from behind, depending on how deep a sleeper Harry was.
He stroked in and out easily. The boy’s magically induced relaxing state
allowed him to slide down his throat without any resistance. Drool was pooling
in the teen’s mouth and dripping down his chin as he slowly continued fucking
Harry’s face, making wet sounds. Voldemort groaned in pleasure and sped up a
little bit. Harry’s throat fluttered around the head of his cock, and for a
moment, it looked like the teen was going to wake.
For a short second, Voldemort actually hoped that Harry would indeed wake up.
He imagined those fluttering lashes slowly parting to reveal confused green
eyes before they widened in horror. He’d keep staring in those killing curse
coloured orbs as he fucked Harry’s mouth as hard as he could, watching as tears
started leaking out. And then he’d come down the teen’s throat, forcing him to
swallow every drop and keeping his cock inside until all struggles left the
boy’s body and his eyes turned dull with defeat. Then he would let him go and
kill him, like he had planned when he initially arrived at the house.
The thought alone had him coming hard with a loud moan. Harry’s body shivered
and he swallowed on reflex. A small frown had formed between his eyebrows, but
his eyes stayed closed, albeit with some fluttering in the long lashes.
Unable to stop himself, Voldemort pulled out of Harry’s mouth before he had
finished coming and splashed his seed all over the teen’s face. Some of it
clung to his cheek or stuck in his hair, sliding down over the scar and his
right eyelid. His mouth was still open and more cum dribbled from it down to
his spit-covered chin before making a mess of his chest.
Voldemort grinned and rearranged Harry to lie on his back. His feet were
planted firmly on the mattress, spread wide enough to show his intimate parts.
His limp penis was in full view, and Voldemort couldn’t help himself from
leaning in and taking the head in his mouth, gently sucking on the soft skin.
the action caused the sleeping boy to whimper quietly and his hips twitched
upwards. Grinning, Voldemort put the whole cock in his mouth and sucked it to
hardness. He used his tongue to circle the head a few times before digging it
in the slit. Harry whined in his sleep and thrust upwards, deeper in
Voldemort’s mouth.
Satisfied with the reactions he got, Voldemort sat back up and kneeled between
Harry’s legs. His young enemy looked absolutely ravishing with the bright blush
adorning his cheeks and chest. His pink lips were red and swollen from earlier
and Voldemort leaned in to press his own against them. He took his time
exploring Harry’s fucked out mouth with his tongue, enjoying the taste of
himself on the boy’s motionless tongue.
He let his hands explore the rest of Harry’s body while he kissed the
slumbering teen savagely, biting and sucking at the swollen lips until they
were left bruised. He tweaked the boy’s nipples until they were bright red and
Harry was whimpering in discomfort, surprisingly still not waking up. One had
snuck down to the boy’s erect penis and started stroking it again while the
other searched blindly for the boy’s hole.
Harry jerked a little underneath Voldemort and whined as he pushed one finger
in. He only pushed in to the second knuckle and wiggled his digit around a
little bit to at least stretch the tight anus just slightly. All the while, he
let his other hand stroke Harry’s cock, keeping him aroused. He wanted Harry to
come while he fucked him awake. He wanted to see the horror and humiliation on
his enemy’s face.
When he knew Harry was nearing the brink, he let go and pulled his finger back
out. He kept his gaze steadily on Harry’s face as he lined his own erection up
with the tight, virgin hole. This was sure to wake the boy, even with the
spells cast on him and he couldn’t wait to see what would happen then.
Slowly, he started pushing in. As he had anticipated, Harry’s face crunched up
in pain and cried out. His entire body seized up as his back arched off the
bed. Voldemort gritted his teeth against the incredible tightness and pushing
in further, slowly forcing his cock into Harry’s clenching passage inch by
agonizing inch. Harry’s eyes fluttered open and stared unseeingly at the
ceiling.
“Wh-…?”
Voldemort chuckled and slowly drew back partly before snapping his hips forward
fast, forcing his entire cock deep into Harry’s passage until his pelvis was
pressed against the teen’s arse. His green eyes widened instantly and he
screamed.
“Welcome to the world of the waking,” Voldemort hissed, doing it again.
Harry’s eyes snapped over to his face immediately and he could see the pure
horror clearly in those bright green orbs, intermixed with confusion, anger,
fear and even a little bit of arousal. He laughed darkly at the sight and
grabbed Harry’s erection, squeezing it to let the teen know that it was there.
All the muscles in Harry’s body tensed and strained. Voldemort didn’t doubt
that it was the boy attempting to fight him off, only his body didn’t obey him
any longer.
“What-… Let me go you bastard!” the boy shouted.
Voldemort grinned and continued fucking Harry hard enough to make the teen
shout loudly in pain again. His hand on the boy’s cock ensured that he didn’t
turn flaccid. He stroked Harry’s penis a few times in time with his thrusts
until the pitch of Harry’s outcries suddenly turned different. He had
definitely reached a spot.
With a villainous smirk, Voldemort angled his thrusts just right to nail the
teen’s prostate at every thrust deep inside. Harry’s moans of pain became
pitched with pleasure until he tensed again with a loud scream and came all
over himself.
Voldemort laughed loudly as he continued fucking Harry through his orgasm,
leaving the boy dizzy and over sensitive. For a moment, Harry’s eyes rolled in
his head and he went completely slack in Voldemort’s hold. When he opened his
eyes again, they were dull and tired. Voldemort wasn’t an idiot to think that
this was it. No, this was only a temporary victory. Harry would still fight him
once he’d found some of his energy back. So the trick was to prevent him from
recovering properly.
He grabbed the back of Harry’s knees and pulled the teen’s legs up before
folding him in half by pressing his knees against his shoulders. Harry
whimpered and his fingers twitched in an attempt to force his arms into
movement. Voldemort just laughed at the useless struggle and started fucking
the teen in the new position. From this angle, he could get in much deeper.
“St-… Pl-…”
Harry gasped and bit his already swollen and bloody lips hard in an attempt to
stay quiet while Voldemort shoved in as deep as he could and came hard with a
loud groan in pleasure.
Panting hard, Voldemort pulled back, allowing his still erect cock to slip from
the boy’s anus. He kept his hands on Harry’s knees, kept him pinned down in the
no doubt very uncomfortable position with his head between his own two legs. He
watched transfixed as a small blob of cum slowly leaked from the boy’s arse. He
released Harry’s left leg and trailed the escaping trail of come with a long,
spindly finger. Then, he scooped it up and pressed it back into the winking,
pink little hole. Harry whimpered and turned his head in disgust.
“Why?” the teen asked hoarsely.
“Because I can,” Voldemort laughed.
He took his wand and pressed it close to Harry’s wet, abused hole. The teen
tensed up right away, is eyes widening in fear and a shiver ran through his
naked body. Voldemort mostly ignored it and cast a quick spell to ensure
nothing would escape the tiny hole of his enemy.
To test how well the spell worked, he pressed three fingers into the mess and
dug around for a few moments, enjoying the whimpers from his victim. He spread
his fingers wide, forcing Harry’s anus to open up much more than before,
leaving more than enough room for the cum to leak out, but it didn’t.
“Now that’s a sight I love to see!” he exclaimed grinning.
“Pervert,” Harry croaked, closing his eyes in discomfort.
“I’ll kill you for this, you know. I’ll fucking kill you.”
Voldemort laughed cruelly and turned Harry on his front, forcing him on his
knees and face down before roughly thrusting in once again.
“Try to remember how great it felt to orgasm,” he whispered in the teen’s ear.
“Next time it happens, it will be on my cock only, without my hands to aid
you.”
“Fuck you!” Harry shouted angrily as he fought desperately against the
invisible force binding him to Voldemort’s whim.
“Isn’t that what I am doing already?” Voldemort replied amused.
“Or perhaps you want something more? That can be arranged.”
He leaned back a bit, making sure that he went only so far that most of his
cock stayed buried inside the teen’s arse. Grinning, he pointed his wand at the
base of his erection.
“Engorgio,” he hissed gleefully.
Harry shrieked and trashed on the bed as Voldemort’s cock grew twice its
regular size, no doubt stretching his hole past its capacity. Thankfully,
Voldemort had had the state of mind to cast a protective charm on the boy.
While it was an arousing thought to rip the boy apart from the inside and kill
him on his cock, he wanted to keep him alive for a while longer and fuck him
until his stomach literally burst with cum, which, since the enlarging spell
had also affected his balls, could be a possibility now.
Voldemort wasted no time in gripping Harry’s hips and started fucking him once
again in earnest. The whimpers and whines coming from the boy only spurred him
on. He wanted Harry to scream in agony. Leave his pride broken as he begged
Voldemort for it all to end. Only then would he consider ending the brat’s
life. But first, he would make the boy submit. He’d break him until Harry would
kneel down at his feet and take his cock in his mouth without the need of
threats. He would do it too, if he thought it would make Voldemort stop. Soon
enough.
With every stroke inwards, Harry panted and choked on his attempts to stay
quiet while Voldemort ruthlessly fucked him. Even from where he was leaning
over Harry, he could see how the teen’s tears were soaking the pillow
underneath him and it only spurred him on more.
With a grunt, he sped up some more as he felt his climax approaching. He let go
of Harry’s hips with one hand and grabbed the back of his neck. The boy made a
muffled sound as he was smothered in the pillow and his entire body tensed up.
Groaning, Voldemort pushed in all the way. The sudden clamping from Harry’s
sphincter was the last bit he needed to come violently inside the teen.
He shuddered in his release and let go of Harry. For a few seconds, he stayed
still, looming over the teen and panting harshly. With the engorgement on his
balls, his orgasm was much longer and much more intense than he was used too.
He even blacked out for a short moment while he came.
Voldemort grabbed both of Harry’s elbows and pulled him back roughly, forcing
him to take in all of the Dark Lord once again. Harry gasped and shuddered but
otherwise stayed completely quiet, even as his upper body was pulled off the
bed and his back pressed against Voldemort’s front.
“I came here to kill you, Harry,” the Dark Lord hissed in his ear.
“But I think I’ll have you begging for death before I will.”
“I-I won’t…” Harry bit out weakly.
Voldemort gave a high pitched cackle and drew back a little.
“Good. Keep that spirit for as long as you can!” he laughed.
With that, he slammed back in with all his might, forcing an agonized cry from
the boy’s bruised and bloodied lips. Harry was shivering all over, his body and
mind exhausted, yet he still did nothing more than grunt in discomfort as
Voldemort started fucking him again.
“Maybe I shouldn’t kill you at all and keep you around just for this,” he
taunted.
Harry whimpered and his arms twitched weakly as he tried to struggle free.
Voldemort grinned and forced Harry to slide back on his cock. The binding he
put on the boy was still at full strength.
“Wouldn’t that be grand? Keeping you locked up in some room at my home. Having
you suck my cock and ride me every day,” Voldemort continued, grabbing Harry’s
chin roughly and turning his head so they were looking at each other.
“I could train you to crave it. I’ll make you addicted to me, have you beg for
it every night. I might give you my come as your only food source.”
Harry whined and Voldemort ground his pelvis harshly against the teen’s arse.
He bit his lip again to try and keep quiet as Voldemort continued raping him
with sadistic delight.
He was getting close again. With a deranged grin, Voldemort sped up. His grip
on Harry tightened even more when it became clear that the teen was about to
collapse. Something like that was to be expected of course, since he had been
struggling uselessly and with all his might for the past hour. Even Voldemort
would be exhausted by now if he hadn’t preformed various rituals to improve his
stamina in the past. Of course, he hadn’t really had this in mind when he did
them, but raping Harry was much more gratifying than long magical battles.
With a groan, he spilled himself inside Harry for the third time that night.
This time, Harry gave a pathetic sob and jerked in his hold, probably getting
cramps. Grinning, Voldemort pulled out and turned Harry to lie on his back.
Just as the Dark Lord had expected, there was a small bump in his stomach from
two loads of cum after the engorgement charm. It was barely visible, but still
definitely there. He wondered how long it would take before the boy’s stomach
would be the size of a basketball.
The teen’s face was blotchy and red and tears had mixed with spittle and snot,
making him a terrible mess. He was staring hatefully at Voldemort, his bright
green eyes dulled by pain, exhaustion and fear. Such a wonderful sight it was.
Harry gave a whimpered squeak as the Dark Lord pushed four fingers in his
stretched hole easily. He pressed the pads of his fingers right on Harry’s
prostate and massaged it until he had Harry moaning and his limp cock grew
hard. He fucking Harry with his fingers for a while longer, listening to the
little mewls the teen made as he tried to move his hips.
Voldemort laughed amused and pulled his fingers back out roughly, causing Harry
to cry out is shock. With a rough shove in his side, Harry toppled off the bed.
Voldemort was quick to sit at the side, his cock still hanging out and half-
hard as he pulled Harry into a kneeling position.
“Let’s try this side again now that you’re awake,” he said as he rubbed his
thumb over Harry’s lower lip.
“Open up and say ‘ah’, Harry. And don’t think about fighting, we both know it’s
useless.”
Harry just glared with as much hate as he could muster while Voldemort pried
his mouth open and forced his cock between swollen, chapped lips. His jaw
stretched obscenely around the girth of the magically enlarged penis.
Unlike last time, he didn’t bother taking it slow. Thanks to the spell he had
cast on Harry earlier, his body would stretch but not break and so he didn’t
worry he would accidentally kill the boy too early. He still had to make sure
Harry could breathe of course, which turned out to be a very difficult task.
Whenever he pressed in all the way, about half his cock was jammed down the
boy’s throat, leaving a very visible lump protruding through the skin.
Enthralled by the choked sounds and the fear of death in shimmering, tearful
green eyes, Voldemort lost himself quickly in his actions. He was unable to
keep a moderate pace, so instead fucked hard and fast into the boy’s throat,
taking his pleasure by force over and over.
Harry gave weak jerks with every thrust deep into his mouth, the only proof
that he was still continuing his useless struggle against the magical bindings.
His choking sounds became more desperate and insistent before any strength left
in Harry to even twitch slowly ebbed away and his eyes rolled to the back of
his head.
The sight of the boy on the verge of passing out had Voldemort groan in arousal
and he pushed in all the way into the convulsing throat before coming with a
loud moaning. He kept coming for a minute and a half before finally pulling his
monster cock out and letting Harry flop down on the floor, heaving and
coughing. He scowled a bit when the boy rolled on his front and threw up. It
seemed that he could move on his own again, meaning that the binding spell was
loosening its grip on the teen. Then again, after over an hour of torment and
struggle, there was no way that the boy would be able to fight him, even
without the bonds.
“Not hungry, I guess?” he taunted smirked.
“You’d be surprised how many people are starving out there.”
“G-go f-.. u-uck y-… se-elf…” Harry ground out between coughs.
Voldemort laughed and stood up. The teen tensed immediately and backed up into
the wall underneath the barred up window, fear sparking in his tired, weary
eyes. It only made the Dark Lord more aroused than he already was. It was
strange how much he wanted to fuck his mortal enemy, but every time he came
inside the boy, he was almost instantly hard again with the urge to do it
again. This had never happened to him before, but he wasn’t interested in
finding out the ‘why’. He just wanted to indulge.
“Why would I when I have a perfectly fine hole right here?” he asked cruelly.
He bent down and grabbed Harry by the back of his neck, ignoring the weak shout
the action startled from bruised lips. He pulled the boy back up and pushed him
face first into the bars of the open window. He took hold of Harry’s wrists and
forced the teen to grab the bars before switching his grip to the boy’s hips
and rub his erection between Harry’s cheeks. The teen tensed in fear and shook
his head.
“S-stop…” he croaked.
“And why should I?” Voldemort asked, laughing cruelly.
He grabbed Harry’s face with one hand and pushed his pointer and middle finger
into Harry mouth, pressing down on the teen’s tongue. Once he was sure that he
had a good grip on the boy so he wouldn’t be able to make too much ruckus – he
might have put a silencing charm on the room, but this close to the open
window, some sounds were bound to escape – he started pushing back in.
Harry sobbed around the Dark Lord’s fingers, and his knuckles tightened as he
gripped the bars tighter. His shoulders were shaking as he cried, and Voldemort
couldn’t help laughing at the pathetic sight of his nemesis. Unable to hold
back, he started fucking the boy once again from behind, forcing pained squeals
and whimpers from the teen as he drove his gigantic cock in and out of the
quivering hole.
Harry’s arse made loud, wet sucking noises all the time from how much cum was
already stored inside of him, and even that aroused Voldemort even more. His
exhaustion also made him unable to use his sphincter muscles anymore, leaving
him more open and looser as the Dark Lord fucked him harshly. It made him
sloppy on the inside, something Voldemort found very satisfying.
Still, with how many times he’d already come in past hour and a half, it took a
very long time for the Dark Lord to get to the edge again. If his inner clock
was correct – and he didn’t see why it wouldn’t. He’d always had a very good
sense of time – it must have been 45 minutes or even longer before he started
feeling his climax approaching.
He started slamming his sips harder and faster, making Harry crash into the
wall over and over until he finally came again. He pressed himself flush
against the teen’s back, his cock buried inside the boy’s wet hole to the base
as he came with a husky groan right in Harry’s ear. The boy whimpered and
shivered.
“You feel amazing around my cock, little Harry,” he hissed before stepping
back.
Harry just whimpered and slid down the wall the moment Voldemort’s enlarged
cock was expelled from his gaping arse. He was heaving and sobbing
hysterically, making the Dark Lord grin. Voldemort grabbed Harry roughly again
and dragged him over to the bed, dropping him on his knees in front of it
before sitting down again.
“Suck me,” he ordered the teen.
Harry closed his eyes in disgust and shook his head. Voldemort scowled and
grabbed the teen by his hair, forcing him to look up.
“I bet your arse is stretched enough that I can easily put my whole fist in
there,” he growled.
“By whole arm even. Want to try if I can get it in all the way up to my
shoulder? Maybe my fingers will come out of your mouth.”
Harry’s breath hitched and more tears escaped him as he stared up at Voldemort
in horror.
“P-please… St-stop…” he whispered terrified.
Voldemort growled and grabbed his own limp dick, holding it in front of Harry’s
face.
“Get me hard again,” he commanded cruelly.
“Maybe if you make me come, I will stop.”
He was planning to keep going until his balls were completely empty, but as far
as Harry knew, that could just as well be the next time he came. It wasn’t of
course. Voldemort had enough stamina to come a lot. Even without the
enlargement charm on his cock, he could still easily fill a whole night with
sex.
With a last whimper, Harry leaned forward and flicked out his tongue against
the head of Voldemort’s limp dick. The Dark Lord moaned softly and pulled
Harry’s hair to get him closer. Gaining a bit more confidence, the teen did it
again and pressed the flat of his tongue firmly against the cockhead as he
licked it slowly.
With Voldemort’s hand in his hair, pulling in encouragement, Harry started
licking all over the slowly hardening cock. His eyes were closed tight, but
still tears escaped from them. The expression of anguish alone was enough to
arouse Voldemort once again and the hand in Harry’s hair tightened.
“Put me in your mouth,” Voldemort said huskily.
Reluctantly, Harry obeyed and opened his mouth wide to let the head of the
magically engorged cock slide in the warmth of his mouth Voldemort moaned and
bucked up, forcing more of his cock into the softness of Harry until the head
bumped against the back of the teen’s throat. Harry choked and sputtered and
pulled back a little, only to be stopped by Voldemort’s grip on his head.
“Do it right, Harry,” he scolded.
“The faster I can’t come anymore, the sooner this is over.”
Harry nodded and tried to relax his jaw and throat and slid down again. He only
got in about half before the head hit the back of his throat again and he moved
back up, setting up a proper rhythm like that. Voldemort’s eyes closed in
pleasure and he slackened his grip on Harry’s head a little to let the boy set
his own pace this time around.
“If you can’t fit everything, use your hand,” he commanded.
Both of Harry’s hands came up to grasp the large cock’s base, as it was too
thick for Harry to be able to round it with one hand alone. He started rubbing
the lower half in time with his head-bobbing. Again, Voldemort moaned in
appreciation.
The Dark Lord sat back and watched as Harry continued putting all his efforts
in getting him off. This was definitely something he could get used to. If only
he didn’t have to kill the boy. He could take him back home and make a perfect
pet out of him. Perhaps he still would.
It took a long time before he finally felt climax approaching once more. Unlike
when he had been fucking the boy earlier, Voldemort had been too absorbed in
watching Harry choke on his shaft to bother guessing how long it had been since
the start. How could he care about time when Harry was so desperately
swallowing all his seed with tears rolling down his burning cheeks.
Voldemort grinned sadistically at the weak struggles of the boy as he tried to
pull away. The Dark Lord was still much stronger and easily held Harry’s head
down, forcing his cock deep in the teen’s throat, where it was constantly
stimulated by the contractions of the tight space with every swallow even as he
continued to come. Because of that, even as he pulled away after over five
minutes long coming, he was still hard as a rock.
“Looks like we’re not done yet,” he said smirking.
Harry yelped as he was pulled back on the bed. Voldemort grabbed his legs
instantly and spread them to fit himself between them. Harry’s tired, reddened
and swollen eyes widened and he grabbed Voldemort’s biceps with a desperate
sob.
“N-no more!” he cried.
“You-you’re killing me!”
Voldemort smirked.
“That was my initial intention,” he replied before roughly thrusting inside.
Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he screamed in agony. Voldemort
only laughed breathlessly as he once again fucked the boy with everything he
had. He didn’t care that Harry looked to be on the verge of passing out. No. He
would continue even when the boy was unconscious. Perhaps he wouldn’t even stop
if he really did kill him by accident.
He was halfway through when something odd happened. The Dark Lord suddenly felt
an echo  of pain not his own, a fear that was unfamiliar and… a very unusual
wish to die… He tensed and stopped fucking the boy, instead pulling out and
sitting back. The foreign emotions slowly ebbed away and were replaced by…
relief? And confusion? It were Harry’s emotions…
“What are you?” he whispered awed.
Harry opened one tearful eye and sniffed.
“A person you’re fucking to death,” he muttered bitterly.
Voldemort chuckled and grabbed Harry’s face.
“Keep that spirit until the end,” he said.
“I’ll love fucking it all out of you, little Harry.”
Harry hissed angrily and spat a glob of pink spit into the Dark Lord’s face.
Voldemort’s expression went completely blank and he wiped it off. He looked
back at Harry, who was glaring hatefully at him and his grip on the boy’s jaw
tightened until the teen whimpered in pain.
“Legilimens,” Voldemort whispered calmly.
Harry’s eyes widened in horror as his mind was harshly torn into. Voldemort
cared little for Harry’s wellbeing as he discarded memories and thoughts and
ripped through them in his search of what linked the two of them together so
tightly. It couldn’t have just been the blood that allowed the boy to see his
actions in his dreams, or how he could now feel the boy’s emotions. There had
to be something more. Something Dumbledore was aware of and he wasn’t.
Harry screamed himself hoarse as Voldemort forced his own conscious into the
very core of the teen’s being. It was there that he found a second being hidden
away. Familiar, broken and Dark. His Horcrux.
He retracted into his own head again, his eyes wide at the new revelation.
Harry was lying limply on the bed, panting and sobbing in agony. All the fight
had left him by now thanks to the cruel treatment. Voldemort threw his head
back and laughed.
“Harry, my Love. You are filled with surprises!” he cackled.
The boy sobbed again and tried curling into himself, but Voldemort grabbed his
face again and pulled him into a searing kiss while his free hand travelled
down the boy’s body, feeling the twitching muscles underneath pale, sweaty
skin.
He dipped his tongue in the slack mouth at the same moment as he pushed two
fingers in the gaping hole. Harry whimpered and jerked weakly as he started
thrusting his fingers in and out, quickly adding a third and a fourth, since
the boy was already so loose.
When Voldemort was done violating the teen’s mouth, he pulled away and pushed
Harry on his back again. His fingers were taken back out and he wiped them on
the boy’s leg before grabbing them and laying them over his shoulders to give
himself better access.
“I can never kill you now, Harry,” he said grinning.
“So instead I’ll keep you all to myself. My fucktoy. My cocksleeve. My soul.”
Harry whimpered in pain again, his entire body shuddering in agony as Voldemort
thrust back inside his gaping, abused hole. His rim was already puffy and red
with irritation and was wet from the large amounts of come clinging to it.
Voldemort grinned down at the teen and pressed the palm of his hand on the
distended belly, making Harry scream weakly and trash in his grip. He looked
almost pregnant with how much cum he had inside of him by now and it only made
Voldemort want to fuck him harder, which he of course did, startling a high-
pitched shriek of pain from the boy.
“You want this to be over, Harry?” he asked grinning.
Harry whined low in his throat and nodded his head, glassy, pain-drunk eyes
half-lidded in exhaustion as they glanced up. The expression made the Dark
Lord’s erection twitch with interest and he grinned again, pushing in as deep
as he could go.
“Will you do anything to make me stop?” he pressed, smirking as Harry nodded
again.
“Good. Then I want you to confirm everything I say by repeating it, can you do
that?”
Again, Harry nodded, too far gone to be worried about what Voldemort was
planning with him. With a triumphant grin, Voldemort started thrusting into the
weakened and pliant body beneath him again, making Harry whimper once more. He
glanced out the window. Sunrise was almost there. This had to be done before
the first morning light touched the horizon.
“Do you, Harry James Potter, declare that you belong to me, Lord Voldemort,
formerly known as Tom Marvolo Riddle?”
Harry blinked a few times and furrowed his brows. For a moment, it looked like
he would be lucid enough to understand the words and their meaning and refuse,
but then he moaned in pain and nodded again, his hands tightening on the
bedsheets as his toes curled from the overstimulation.
“I, H-Harry J-James Potter, de… clare that I-I belong to-to you, L-Lord Vo-
Voldemort… f-formerly known a-as T-Tom Mar… volo Ri-Riddle.”
“I own you. I am your master,” Voldemort hissed, forcing his enchanted cock in
and out of the teen’s hole harshly.
“Y-you own me. You’re m-my m-master,” Harry whispered weakly.
“Your body, mind and soul belong to me,” Voldemort growled huskily.
He was so close, just a bit more and Harry would no longer have a choice but
spread his legs for him whenever he wanted. He’d kill his enemy and find
himself a perfect sleeve to warm his cock.
“M-my body, mind a-and soul belong t-to you,” Harry moaned, his eyes now closed
again as he tried to adjust to the intense, stabbing pain of his over-sensitive
prostate being repeatedly jabbed.
“You cannot disobey me.”
“I can’t disobey you.”
“So mote it be.”
When Harry repeated the last sentence, the magic took hold and wrapped around
the teen, who screamed hoarsely as the new ownership was burned into him in the
form of the dark mark on his chest, right over his heart. His whole body
tensed, making Voldemort groan and spill once more deep inside the teen’s
channel. Before he was done coming, Harry had sagged unconscious on the bed. A
single stray tear slipped down his cheek, making Voldemort spurt another string
of cum into the boy’s rectum at the sight.
He stayed buried deep within the boy while he revelled in his victory and
looked outside just as the sun rose. He waited a few more seconds for something
to happen and as it didn’t, he jostled the boy’s body, forcing another weak cry
from his bruised and swollen lips. Still no cracks of apparition or wizards
blasting the door to pieces to come save their little hero. Voldemort grinned.
His spell had worked.
His withered erection came back full force at the realisation he was now
completely free to do with the boy as he wanted without needing to worry about
Dumbledore and his Order of flaming chickens coming to stop him. The spell had
accepted him as Harry’s master and thus, he was no longer considered a threat
to the boy. In fact, now the wards would only be tripped when he was in danger
instead of Harry. They had already shared a soul and blood, now Voldemort had
also control of Harry’s mind and his body.
With a grunt, Voldemort gripped Harry’s hips and started fucking him anew. The
only reaction he got from the unconscious teen was a hitched breath and how his
face scrunched up in discomfort. It didn’t matter. He was all Voldemort’s now
anyway.
He rutted into Harry’s passage like an animal in heat, groaning and huffing out
his pleasure as he raped the boy underneath him for the umpteenth time that
night. Or morning, as it now was. Voldemort grinned widely. He’d been taking
the boy’s body again and again from dusk till dawn and he could keep doing so
for as long as he wanted. Not Harry or even Dumbledore would be able to stop
him from taking exactly what he wanted from the boy.
He spilled into him again with a low, growling moan, making the boy whimper in
pain as he was filled even more. Voldemort thrust in a few more times after he
finished coming and stopped, letting his cock soften inside Harry once again as
he panted from exhaustion.
He looked outside again, watching satisfied as the sun rose higher up. He
should get Harry somewhere safe, where the Order could not reach his precious
accidental Horcrux. There, he would train Harry to accept him, as the spell
won’t make him devoted to Voldemort and it certainly won’t make him love him.
All it did was make sure that no matter how much he hated it and cursed and
spat, Harry wouldn’t be able to disobey him.
He looked down at Harry, looking at his thoroughly stretched rim, gaping around
his limp cock as he let it return to its regular size. Thanks to the spell he’d
cast on Harry at the start, none of the cum leaked out of the wide open, gaping
hole. It would take hours, maybe days before it would be able to properly close
again, leaving the boy vulnerable and so wonderfully claimed as his.
Slowly, the Dark Lord slipped out of his new pet’s arse and stood back up,
casting a silent cleaning spell on himself. A large plug, even larger than his
enchanted cock had been, was summoned and he leaned back over his prize. His
beautiful Horcrux. Slowly, he pushed the gigantic rubber plug into the
stretched hole. Harry whimpered in his sleep again and his rim tried to close
in on itself, in an attempt to keep the large toy out. Voldemort ignored the
sleepy protests and pressed his palm against the flared base of the toy and
pushed, delighting in the pained scream falling from the unconscious teen’s
lips. He still didn’t wake up, not even when Voldemort undid any earlier spells
cast on him.
He cast a Levicorpus on Harry and strode out of the room, not even looking back
as the teen floated behind him. He paused only to enter the bedrooms of the
other occupants in the house to kill them in their own beds before he went
downstairs and outside, the naked, unconscious Harry Potter following right
behind him some 5 ft. off the ground.
Once he reached the street again, he turned around and cast an incineration
charm on the house. He watched the building be grabbed by the flames for a
little while before he looked up and lifted his wand to the sky above the house
that had once belonged to Harry Potter and his disgusting muggle family. None
of these people existed anymore.
“Morsmordre!” he hissed gleefully, his grin widening as the dark green streak
broke the clouds and his mark formed.
Satisfied with how the night had turned out, he turned to the sleeping body
suspended in the air and gripped the teen’s limp dick tightly before
apparating, revelling in the shriek of agony as the boy was pulled along into
the side-along apparition with a forceful tug on the sensitive organ.
Only moments after they departed, new cracks of apparition could be heard in
the otherwise silent Privet Drive as the Order arrived too late to save their
only hope in winning the oncoming war.
 
End Notes
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