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There’s one key reason as to why I became a death eater. It wasn’t for any bigoted reason. It wasn’t for revenge. It was for body heat.
Bodies surrounding me. I failed my master again, so I’ve been thrown to his loyal followers for them to do as they please. Bound. Tied up. Masked figured standing around me. Taking turns. And sometimes not. My hair is pulled. Throat violated until spurts of hot nectar choke me. Another dick takes its place. My ass isn’t neglected. There I’m fucked. Sometimes by two at a time. Others will stand around me and jerk off obtaining their orgasms through my punishment. My body is sullied by cum.
Though everyone is masked aside from me, I can still tell a few apart. Lucius for one, his long silver hair gives him away. He kneels and slams in immediately. It’s wonderful. He led me down this path. Bribing me with the knowledge that those who fail get violated. He told me that I would be able to fuck any who failed our master. He was so sure that I would join if only to be rid of my cursed virginity. He didn’t understand. Fucking is something I care nothing for. Being fucked however.
The silver haired man slams in quickly. His long dick reaches deeply inside me. His wife is a lucky woman. If I could use this man’s dick whenever I desired, then I would never allow him to leave the bedroom. In and out until I can’t breathe. A dick forces it’s way down my throat. I can feel someone join Lucius inside me. This will go on until everyone is satisfied that I have been ‘punished’ enough. Tomorrow, no one will say anything about this. I will be treated as though I was not fucked by everyone who pleased. I know cum is pooling out of my ass, and I know another masked figure will fuck it back into me. The crowd around me disperses and I question why. It never ends this quickly, but then I see him. Our master stepping up to me.
“That is enough.” He says. Some of the men are upset having not had their turn yet, but they do leave as our master instructed. The man’s cruel eyes look down at me coldly. “You have been failing me more often as of late.”
“I’m sorry master.” I can’t bow to him still being bound.
“No. You are not. This is what you desired. Come now Severus you are my second in charge. Such a useful tool as you does not fail often.” His cold thumb brushes my face. “Were your needs so great that betraying me was your only course of action.” He waves his hand and the cum inside of me is gone. As well as the binds. “Come.” He turns and I dare not pause to even gather my clothing. I follow this man into his personal bed chambers. His calculating eyes rake over my skin. “On the bed on your knees. I will give you what you need.” I’m happy to oblige. Happy to have anything done to me. I can’t raise my ass high enough. In return for my quick obedience, he slams in quickly.
“Oh master!” He’s long. Longer than the others. His legs are on either side of me as he fucks me as a quick pace. I tighten around him so that he can break into me harshly.
“Punishment does not work on you. Instead, after every successful mission, you are to come to me and I will reward you.”
“Yes master.”
“You truly are the most obedient hole.” Body heat. That is something I would sell my soul for. A long thick cock making use of me. There is little more pleasurable than that. I’ve already been found out by him. No need to hide my perverse arousal at this debauchery. I moan and beg openly. And he caters to my needs.
“Please master. More. Feels so good. More!” His long cold fingers grip my arousal harshly as he slams in. Squeezing me as tight as I clinch around him. His skin is cold against mine, but I gleefully take every slap of his skin to mine.
He works me to my finish; I tighten around him in appreciation. He follows soon after. We separate and he waves his hand to clean us. I so would enjoy another round of being split in half by his marvelous dick, but I know that I need to leave now.
After all, I have another roll to play.
So I depart. At the order meeting, I tell Dumbledore any new information that would be of use.
I didn’t betray Voldemort for morality. I don’t betray my master out of disgust at his cause. No. I did it for body heat.
The dashing boy who lived is a man now. And I’m happy to make use of his manhood. Having graduated and working fulltime as an Auror, he certainly has his hands busy with the war. And any information is useful. He was reluctant in the beginning when Dumbledore explained my payment. All the information I have is for sale, but I don’t want money. No. All I desire is body heat. And I’ve tired of Dumbledore’s decrepit cock. I desired something firmer. More taut. Frenzied.
His first time with me, he was unsure of what to do. But the boy- nay man, learned quickly. He could do anything to me. Punish me for my cruel misgivings in his youth, or anoint my skin in kisses. Either. Both.
Already he’s undressing. I’ve done well and it’s time for my reward. I’m laying prone of the bed waiting for him.
“Why don’t you quit being a spy. It’s dangerous and eventually you will be caught.” He’s kneeling between my separated legs. My back arches trying to get him inside sooner.
“If I’m caught, I hope I am punished before he kills me.”
“How are you not in the least bit concerned.” He seats himself fully inside me and I gasp at the familiar intrusion.
“Stop spoiling the moment.”
“That’s right. You aren’t loyal to the light or the dark. You are only loyal to whoever fucks you to best.”
“I’m loyal to the light you insipid boy. I always have been, but if I am to be a tool used by my masters, I might as well be used in the way I desire as well.”
“Who fucks you best. Who makes you feel the best.”
“Whoever is fucking me at that moment. Right now, that’s you.” He scowls down at me. I’m almost proud.
“Do you even have any standards or will anyone with a dick do?”
“Ohhh. Anyone. Small. Big. Long. Thick. Any dick is lovely. All dicks are welcome inside me.” I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him in deeper. Both of us moan at the sensation. “Anyone will do. Even a brat half my age. Especially if the brat is fucking hung.” Oh and he is.
He stops responding and takes his pleasure. That’s fine. Talking only distracts from the body heat.
“Ahh. There!” I scream. And he fulfils my desires. And again he will fulfil my desires. Over and over.
But all things must come to an end.
Eventually- as many would suspect- the war comes to an end and the light is victorious. Voldemort looked at me with confusion in his eyes when he saw me standing on the side of the light. I think the Voldemort had grown fond of me, but perhaps that is overly confident thinking. Yes. The war ended. And then there was nothing left to do. My easy fixes were now gone, and without the threat of withheld information, Potter really had no reason to fuck me. It was a semi forced arrangement after all.
I read about him in the papers a lot. Supposedly he’s betrothed to that Weasley girl. For the best I suppose. I quit teaching- with the war over there was no reason for me to be under Dumbledore’s thumb and honestly if word were to come out that a teacher ‘slept’ his way through the war, it would be bad for the school.
I play with my ass every night. It’s not enough, but it’s as hard to find bed mates as it was before the war. Fingers weren’t enough back then either.
“Professor.” At first I don’t respond to the word. I’m no longer a professor. But eventually I realize that the word was in fact directed at me. I look at the green eyed bespectacled man.
“Auror Potter. You know full well that I am no longer a Professor and I have not been yours in a few years now.” He smiles comfortably. It almost makes me forget that we are on a side street.
“What can I do for you Auror Potter.” My tone is much more sexual than I intended, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
“I was hoping we could grab a cup of tea and catch up. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve seen you.”
“You know my price for anything Potter, and since I have never been one to break up a home, then I’m afraid we will have to take a raincheck.” I nod to him and proceed to leave when he stops me. “Potter, there is no incentive for me to tolerate a cup of tea with you.”
“Severus.” My nose crinkles when he calls me by my given name. “What do you mean ‘break up a home’?”
“Your engagement- surely by now you are wed to the youngest Weasley.” His eyes widen.
“Merlin no! Why would you think that?”
“I’ve read it. It was quite the news article.” He pinches the bridge of his nose.
“How did I miss that one?” He asks. “Well at least it didn’t say that I knocked her up and left her to raise our ‘love child’ alone. Severus, I was never engaged to Ginny. She’s my best friend’s little sister for Merlin’s sake.” I know this man well enough to know that he doesn’t lie, so take the words at face value. “So now, will you join me for a cup of tea?”
“And what is in it for me if I do?” My hole is itching. “What is my time worth to you?” He exhales.
“Severus, I was wanting to start over with you. Maybe for us to be friends.”
“I have no need for anything aside from body heat. You know my preferred method of payment.”
“Then will you date me.” My eyes narrow at him. Date?
“Potter what drivel are you muttering now.” He exhales irritably.
“I was wanting to do this the right way. Ask you out for tea, get to know you more, become friends then eventually ask you to be exclusively mine, but you won’t listen to anything unless it involves you getting laid. I want you to date me. If you do then as a reward, any night you want I’ll have sex with you. The only thing is, you have to be exclusively mine. No more sharing with dark lords or death eaters.”
“So in exchange for my celibacy with any other and my time, I will obtain frequent sex?” He nods and holds out his hand.
“Is it a deal.”
“Yes, until a better deal comes along.” Not that I will be looking. I take his hand. We shake but he doesn’t release my hand. His fingers are intertwined with mine. “Potter what are you doing?”
“This is part of the deal Severus. If you want me to fuck you, then I get to hold hands with you whenever I please.” This arrangement is already more complicate than I predicted. But the warmth flowing from his hand and into mine travels throughout my body and feels me with a comfortable heat.
It’s an odd sensation, but satisfying all the same. As we walk, his shoulder will bump into mine and the warmth only increases with the proximity. Onlookers stare wide-eyed, but Potter doesn’t care to notice.
For now, I’m sated just having his fingers curl into mine and sharing his wonderful body heat.