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It was a secret, forbidden, romantic, affair. It was dangerous yet so arousing and mesmerizing. If anyone learned of it they would both be killed. Neither one cared about the consequences when love and pleasure was the only thing they let consume them. Neither care that one was fourteen and the other was thirty-three, age didn't matter to them.

The first time Barty Crouch Jr. had seen Hattie Potter he knew she was his. So in the second week of term he told her everything, the full truth under Veritaserum. She ignored him and his classes for two weeks after that. Barty didn't say anything to anyone. Mainly because he knew she was doing the work and having her friend Longbottom turn it in for her. When her name came out of the Cup he was furious. Barty knew it was Dumbledore who did it and he told Hattie just that the night she came to him. He told her under Veritaserum so she would have no doubt about the truth.

Hattie practically moved into his rooms that very night. Barty seduced and courted her. It was a short courtship, lasting until the third trial. Oh Hattie let Barty take her to bed during that time. He claimed her virginity at Yule. The minute their engagement contract was signed and the Crouch Consort ring was on her finger Barty was on her, claiming her gorgeous seductive body.

Barty kissed her dominantly as his hands slid up her skirt and roughly pulled her panties down her legs. He grasped the back of her knees and lifted her up, carrying her to the bedroom. Only he had to stop and press her against the wall next to the bedroom door. Barty broke the kiss to attack her neck the same time he ripped open her uniform top, buttons clattered on the floor. Barty groaned at the feel of her hands undoing his trousers and pulling his cock out.

"Hattie." He spoke against her bruised and bitten skin when she stroked his erection firmly. One of his hands slid up the back of her thigh to sink two fingers into her wet heat. "Always ready for me."

"Barty." Hattie moaned wantonly, hips rocking against his hand.

He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock after magically binding it with a cock ring. A pleasurable shiver went down his spine when Hattie let out a loud purr. She clawed his back as he thrust in and out slowly but firmly. He fucked her against the wall, sucking and nibbling on her nipples at the same time. Hattie was hot and tight around him and Barty was thankful for the forethought of putting the cock ring on.

When he knew she was close, her inner walls clamped around him, Barty pulled out and carried her to bed. He rolled her to her front and lifted her hips. Barty took a moment to appreciate the sight, stroking his cock as he looked at her pretty pussy. It was flushed, slick, and puffy from being stretched by his cock. Barty released his cock as he settled between her spread legs. He bent and attached his lips to the pussy that belongs to him. Hattie screamed his name as he feasted on her sweet flesh. His fingers found her swollen clit and rubbed on it firmly. He continued to feast until her inner walls clamped down on his tongue then he backed away.

Barty gave her a minute to relax before slamming his cock into the waiting heat. This time he took her roughly, hips smacking loudly against her arse. Hattie moaned and mewled for him. She begged him to go faster and harder, to not stop. Barty had no intention on stopping anytime soon.

Barty was like a man possessed, he couldn't stop taking his future wife. Every time she orgasmed he would change the position. Barty fucked her in more than a dozen positions. By the time he was ready to remove his cock ring she was whining and whimpering from the overstimulation. Her body jerked and shuddered every time he touched her clit. With one last orgasm from her Barty released his cock ring and flooded her insides with his seed.

"Keep that thing away from me for a week." Hattie sleepily muttered.

Barty chuckled and curled around her.

On every anniversary they recreate this night.

~Fin~

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Luna hated seeing Harry upset. She was angry that Draco Malfoy decided to be a bastard and deny Harry as his mate. She hadn't seen this until it was too late, but she did see what Harry's future will be if she goes along with this decision. Luna will do anything to make Harry happy.

So here she was in Harry's bedroom. Harry was naked and blind drunk. Luna was naked as well save for the muggle strap-on she was wearing. Luna had no regrets about was going to happen.

"On your hands and knees, Harry." She ordered her drunk friend.

"Draco." Harry smiled as he looked at Luna with blurry eyes. "Anything for you."

Luna watched Harry obey then she joined him, settling behind him. She caressed his arse, surprised by how pretty it was, perfectly rounded and heart-shaped. Luna didn't want to give Harry any clue that she wasn't Draco so she spread Harry's cheeks apart then whispered the lube and stretching charm. Slowly she pushed the fake phallus in, a shiver ran down her back when Harry moaned loudly.

"Oh Draco."

"You are so tight, Harry." Luna told him even if she can't physically feel it. She was just thankful that this was not Harry's first time.

She started out slow, wanting Harry to think that Draco was making love to him. She gradually built her pace when he begged for more, for her to go harder and faster. She reached around Harry's waist to grasps a hold of his cock. Harry moaned wantonly when Luna began stroking the hot hard cock. She felt a little bit of arousal as she pumped Harry, she liked feeling the precome on her fingers. It felt similar to Ginny's juices. She was quite happy that she can have her first male cock with someone she trusted and loved. She knew if she asked Harry would give her and Ginny anything they wanted. Even if it was a night with him to impregnate them. Luna focused back on pleasuring Harry with the strap-on, his moans and mewls were very arousing, causing her clit to throb and her juices to flood down her thighs.

Luna was loving this just as much as Harry. She was going to do this again but with her own mate. Luna knew Ginny will love this.

It went on for hours until Harry passed out from exhaustion and his last dry orgasm. Luna cleaned him up after taking a picture. She kissed his cheek then left.

The next morning Draco opened his letter. He growled ferally at the photo and then magically shattered all the glass in the dining room when he read the note.

He was so drunk he thought I was you. If you can't accept him as your mate then Ginny and I will give him the love he deserves. We also have a toy that will keep him satisfied as you can see in the picture. Love, Luna.

Draco went straight to Harry. Everyone was confused whenever he kept Harry away from Luna. Well everyone but Luna and Ginny, and secretly Harry, were confused. Harry wasn't as drunk as Luna thought and he loved every minute of their time together. But he loves having the real Draco more.

~Fin~

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The first time it happened they were on a case. Rossi had told Spencer to be careful and stay within his line of sight. Spencer just mockingly said 'yes, daddy'. It shouldn't have caused a reaction but it did. Rossi's cock twitched as it began to harden. He didn't know that Spencer had caught the reaction.

Well he didn't know until later, much much later.

Rossi began to slowly catch on that Spencer will only call him daddy when no one was around, and Spencer would always do it wrapped around his back with his lips pressed against David's ear. He caught on that the younger man will always say it in a low seductive voice. It turned him on more than he thought possible. He fought against it using the argument that he was too old to be fucking a virile, beautiful, young man. No matter how much said young man wanted Dave to fuck him.

David broke months later when Spencer managed to get a room with him and not Morgan. It was hell in the beginning. Spencer hadn't been shy at all.

"Do you want to shower first, daddy?" Spencer asked as he slowly stripped out of his clothes.

Dave's mouth had gone dry, his pulse raced, and his cock was painfully hard in an instant. Spencer was toned, lithe, and pale. Simply beautiful in his eyes. Rossi wanted him, but he still denied himself.

"No, you go ahead." He told the younger man.

Spencer shrugged with a smile. "Suit yourself, daddy." He tugged his boxer briefs down and tossed them at Rossi. Spencer didn't look at the older man as he went into the bathroom, leaving the door open.

"He needs a spanking." Dave muttered to himself. He looked up to see that Spencer didn't close the door or the shower curtain. David can see Spencer soaping up that lithe body through the mirror. "Fucking minx." He growled.

Without thinking about it Dave was pulling his throbbing cock out and was firmly stroking it as he watched Spencer. He can see that Spencer was doing more than showering. The younger man's head was thrown back and pleasure was written all over his face.

"Oh, daddy." Spencer moaned loudly. "Please."

Dave kept himself rooted in place. It was difficult to do so. He wanted nothing more than to join Spencer and fuck him under the raining water. He kept reminding himself that he was too old for Spencer.

"Daddy, please." Spencer begged loudly, it sounded more like a plead. "Please, Dave, I need your cock. I want it fucking me. Please."

Dave can see Spencer was looking in the mirror, knowing that he can see him. Suddenly his resolve broke at the sight of Spencer's brown eyes shining with lust and wanton need. Pure desire for Dave to claim him. Dave remove his clothes and pulled a condom from his bag. He rolled it on then settled on the bed, back leaning against the headboard.

"Stop touching yourself and come out here, sweetheart." Dave ordered. He was pleased when Spencer followed quickly, shutting off the water and walking into the room. "So beautiful. Come here, sweetheart."

A wet happy Spencer bounded over, immediately straddling Dave's lap. Rossi grasped the long wet tresses and guided Spencer's head down for a kiss. he was dominant, claiming the pouty lips and coffee and sugar flavored mouth. His free hand caressed Spencer's wet body taking his time in teasing his nipples into hard nubs, stroking the long thin cock, fondling the tight sac, rubbing the sensitive perineum. Spencer keened and mewled for more each time David touched a new part of his body. Rossi slid his hand around Spencer's hip to caress and grope the soft perky asscheeks before finally making his way to Spencer's anus. He broke the kiss when he found that Spencer had been stretching himself in the shower.

Dave spanked the perky bottom sharply. "This is mine. You will not open yourself unless I give the order. Understand?"

"Yes, daddy." Spencer moaned when he was spanked again. He began rocking against Dave's hard cock. Displeased that the older man covered that nine inch length. Spencer can tell that the older man still had his foreskin, and Dave was twice as thick as he was. Spencer wanted to sink down onto it, but his daddy was in control now. Nothing did stop him from enjoying the pleasure of rubbing his body against the older man's.

Dave stifled the groan when Spencer called him daddy. Of all the kinks why did it have to be this one? Why did this have to make his cock throb painfully, and his body burn with fresh flames of arousal whenever Spencer says it?

Rossi pushed the thoughts away as he attached his lips to Spencer's neck. He kissed, nipped, and sucked on the long pale flesh. He nor Spencer cared about the loves bites and hickies that were formed. Slowly Dave worked his way down to Spencer's nipples. He tortured them, drawing moans and breathless begging from the younger man. Spencer took to stroking him in long firm pulls. Dave spanked him when Spencer tried to remove the condom.

"It stays on, sweetheart." Dave told him in a deep dominant voice. "I will always have a condom on."

"Yes, daddy." Spencer wanted Dave bare. Wanted to feel every inch of hot hard flesh claim him without a barrier. Most of all he wants to feel Dave's hot flood of come in his body.

"Good." Dave kissed him again as he pushed the head of his cock into Spencer.

Spencer immediately pushed his hips down. Dave let him set the pace to let Spencer adjust to his size easier and faster. He groaned into the kiss, his young man was hot and tight. Too tight in his opinion. Dave broke the kiss to look at his lover.

"You are my first, daddy." Spencer answered the unspoken question. He had wanted Gideon and Hotch but both men turned him down. Derek offered, but Spencer wanted an older man. A much older man.

"Spencer." Dave caressed his cheekbone. No one has ever given him such a gift.

Spencer kissed the man. He was happy that Dave wants him. Also happy that Gideon and Hotch rejected him, Dave was the one, the one man he wanted as a daddy. He knew they were going to be extremely happy together.

"Please claim me, daddy." Spencer begged sweetly.

Dave wasn't going to deny him again. He banded a tight arm around Spencer's waist. His free hand gripped an asscheek. Dave began hammering up into Spencer. He loves hearing his flesh hit the younger man's, mixing with Spencer's guttural moans of daddy. Spencer rocked his hips to add pleasure to Dave's thrusting. Dave went back to Spencer's nipples. He was determine to overload his lover with pleasure.

Both were thankful that their room was nowhere close to the rest of the team. Spencer didn't hold back a single sound and neither did Dave for that matter. Not even when they came together.

Dave and Spencer only got a few hours of sleep that night. They couldn't get enough of each other. Within a week of their return home Spencer moved into Dave's house. The team accepted their relationship. Well Hotch was jealous, and angry at himself, that Dave was Spencer's daddy. Hotch hated that he made a foolish choice in rejecting Spencer. After a while he moved on and found his own baby with Spencer's help.

Just as Spencer predicted he and Dave were extremely happy. Dave is still surprised that his lover's sweet voice of daddy can still burn him. Even after they celebrated their fifteenth anniversary.

~Fin~

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They have been together since Harry's fourth year. Charlie was the one who had calmed the dragon at the Tournament. It was Harry who made sure they didn't put her down. Over the years they exchanged letters and courting gifts. No one knew and they liked it that way. At the height of the war Harry disappeared to Romania. It nearly broke them when Harry told Charlie everything he learned. They had their first fight and Harry left before it could escalate.

Feeling angry and betrayed Charlie went home to get some answers. The minute he walked into the Burrow he regretted the things he said to Harry. Molly and Arthur was saying one thing where Bill and the twins were saying another. Plus it took everything he had to not kill his youngest siblings. Ron was calling Harry a traitor and a coward, Ginny was going on about drugging Harry with love potions to be Lady Potter. Charlie went to Harry.

It took a lot of groveling and apologies. Charlie even told Harry and made a vow to be on whatever side Harry wanted to be on. There was no side because Harry wanted nothing to do with the war. Instead, with the goblins' help, Charlie and Harry opened a sanctuary on one of the Potter properties in Wales. The main area was for dragons, just enough for Charlie to handle it alone. Harry took care of the other magical creatures and some domestic animals. The only ones who knew where they were was Luna and the Scamander family. Rolf and Newt help them when they needed it. Bane and Firenze were able to get their clans away from the Forbidden Forest along with the valuable vegetation before the war hit Hogwarts. Buckbeak found Harry three months after the home was opened. The reserve sent Norberta, Artemis (the Hungarian Horntail), and Bao (Viktor's Chinese Fireball).

Charlie is Norberta's main caretaker, has been since he picked her up after she hatched. Artemis won't listen to anyone but Charlie. And Bao, well the reserve thought it would be best if she had someone who will give her the care she needs. Viktor sends money monthly for Bao's care through Luna. Viktor feels guilty for the spell that blinded her left eye. Charlie also takes care of the hoard that came with Norberta and Artemis. When the babies are old enough to leave their mother Charlie will send them back to the reserve.

The two love the life they were making. Soon they wanted more. The day after Harry's eighteenth birthday they bonded. Rolf, Newt, Tina, and Luna were witnesses along with the centaurs. It was a simple affair, nothing like Bill and Fleur's, but something Harry and Charlie loved.

They didn't need a honeymoon. They were quite content to stay at home and enjoy each other. Besides Harry had somethings planned for his husband.

Charlie laid on the bed naked, reclining against the headboard. Harry disappeared into the bathroom saying he had a surprise. Charlie was lazily stroking his cock imagining what his surprise was. When the bathroom door opened and Harry stepped out, Charlie gripped his cock as his breath hitched. Standing before him was his beautiful husband wearing nothing but a dark red babydoll, matching panties, and dragon scales. Harry had given himself a decent size pair of magical breasts. Just enough to fill the babydoll. And that lingerie, the bust of it was made from dragonhide, the rest of it was blood red lace. Harry's panties were also made of red dragonhide. Charlie eyed the scales on his husband's body. Small scales were on the left side of Harry's face, trailing down his neck and over both curves of the breasts. Charlie could see more scales along Harry's side and belly, down his thighs and along his left leg.

"So gorgeous." Charlie growled huskily. "Come here."

Harry's body shivered as he made his way over to Charlie. He let out a squeal when his husband grabbed his wrist and yanked him down onto the bed. Harry moaned when Charlie's large strong body covered his own. He didn't have much time to recover before Charlie began ravishing his mouth. Rough hands touched him everywhere. Harry moaned and arched his back when calloused fingers tortured his nipples. When the hands moved lower Charlie broke the kiss. Harry cried out in pleasure when his husband's teeth sunk into his skin. He knew he would have a permanent mark and he didn't mind one bit.

Harry cried out again when a hot mouth closed over one breast. Charlie sucked, licked, and nibbled on both. It was so torturously pleasurable Harry had his first orgasm. Charlie wouldn't let his body calm. The older man licked down his torso until his bulky frame was settled between Harry's spread thighs. Charlie did not remove the panties, he pushed them to one side and held them in place with his left hand.

"Charlie!" Harry cried out when his husband's mouth sealed around his cock head the same moment two fingers slid into his anus.

Charlie didn't spend a lot of time sucking his husband or preparing him. Normally he would but right now he was so turned on he knew he would come if Harry did, So Charlie pulled away when four fingers easily slid in and out of Harry. He raised up onto his knees, hands holding Harry's legs open and his lower body up. From this position Charlie can see every inch of his lingerie clad husband.

Harry let out a gasp then a moan when Charlie's thick cock thrust into his body. He kept his eyes on Charlie the whole time. Harry loves how powerful Charlie looks, thick corded muscles, skin shiny with sweat, and the pure dominant look on his tanned face. Harry loves how firm and powerful Charlie's thrusts were, pelvis, hips, and balls smacking Harry's skin was a delicious added pleasure. Harry loves Charlie and what they have together.

Charlie claimed his beautiful husband until they both hit their climax at the same time. He flooded Harry's insides with a few spurts then pulled out and jerked off the remaining bit onto his husband's body. Arousal burned hotter at the sight of his white seed on the dark red lingerie and the dragon scales. The three highlighted Harry's honey toned skin perfectly. Charlie wished that Harry can look like this all the time.

As if reading Charlie's mind.

"There is more lingerie in the wardrobe and I can put the scales on anytime you want me to."

Charlie kissed his husband passionately. "I love you."

"Yes, I know. Now can I shower?"

"No. I'm not done with you just yet."

Harry knew it would be a few days before they left the bedroom. His husband was insatiable and lingerie just added to his randiness. He couldn't hope for anything better.

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Sam watched G with a smirk as the other man searched the car. Oh he knew what G was looking for, he was the one that took the bag out of the car. Callen had an oral fixation and Sam had decided that now was the time to make them both happy and satisfied.

"What are you looking for, baby?" Sam purred.

"My suckers." G answered absentmindedly, still looking. "Have you seen them?"

"You don't need them anymore. I got something much bigger for your habit." Sam rubbed the large bulge between his legs.

Callen jerked his head around to look at his partner. His eyes widen slightly as they moved down to Sam's hand. He unconsciously licked his lips as he continued to watch the bulge get bigger.

"You took them didn't you." Callen accused unable to take his eyes off Sam's crotch.

"Yes. You don't them to satisfy your oral fixation. For now on my cock will be the only thing that goes into your mouth when you need something to suck on." Sam told his partner as he pulled open his jeans and took his hard as steel cock out. "Now bring those pretty lips over here."

Callen moved without a thought. He couldn't take his eyes off the mouthwatering cock. It was ten inches long, the large mushroom head was beautifully peeking out of it's foreskin. Callen was falling in love quite quickly, it was so thick he knew his jaw was going to ache. Most of all the cock looks so beautiful, dark like the rest of Sam but Callen can easily see the flush underneath. G shifted to get comfortable as he wrapped his lips around the spongy head. He licked into the foreskin, moaning when he tasted how sweet Sam's precome was. Callen wrapped a hand around the shaft, slowly stroking as he sucked on the weeping head.

Sam groaned as he caressed his partner's body. "That's it, baby, so fucking good. My perfect little cocksucker." He muttered as his hands undid G's pants to give him better access to the man's cock and ass. His free hand laid heavily on the back of his partner's head. Sam smoothed a hand over the man's bare ass. "Later I'm going to fuck this and ruin your pretty hole. You are going to want no one else but me. No other cock will satisfy all your needs." He grunted when G hummed around him.

Oh Sam knew Deeks and Granger wanted Callen. He has seen them watching his partner whenever G moves around. More than once he caught them adjusting themselves if Callen bent over or put something in his mouth. Then there was that asshole DiNozzo who showed up and chased after G in his free time. Sam put an end to that right away by calling Gibbs and threatening to kill his SFA if he doesn't call him home. His source told him that Gibbs was not happy with DiNozzo.

Sam returned his focus to his partner.

"I fucking love you tongue."

Callen pulled off with a lewd pop. Looking at his partner as he licked his lips. His hand continued stroking the large cock. He moved to press his lips to Sam's ear.

"I love having your big cock in my mouth. It tastes better than my suckers. I just know I'm going to be completely addicted to it when you stuff me full later. I'm looking forward to feeling it stretch my hole pass it's limit." G sucked on Sam's earlobe for a few minutes before returning to his cock.

"Fuck!" Sam yells when Callen deepthroats him. No one has ever been able to do that. He rewards G by stroking the other man's cock. Callen is just as hard as he is; eight inches and perfectly cut.

From that moment their focus was solely on each other. Sam had gotten Callen off, but his partner wasn't done with him. The coil in Sam snapped when G tugged his sac. He felt Callen swallow every shot. When there was nothing left to give his partner kept him in his mouth, sucking softly.

"I'll get you home soon, baby." Sam promised as he stroked his thumb along G's cheek. "I'll call in to get a couple of days off for both of us. We'll spend those days getting very well acquainted with each other's body."

Sam settled in to watch for their suspect. He smirked when he felt Callen doze off with his cock still in his mouth. Oh yes both were going to be extremely happy and satisfied.

~Fin~

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Story #6 Nipple Play--Derek/Fem!Spencer

Derek had their whole weekend planned. A weekend of nothing but pleasure and his favorite past time of torturing Spencer's nipples. He was going to make his baby girl scream his name in pleasure. Derek is extremely thankful that Spencer said yes to a date five years ago. Even more thankful that he has been Spencer's one and only bed partner. In turn it has made Derek extremely possessive of his girl.

Even after five years he makes sure all strangers don't get too close.

After they left work Derek treated Spencer to a night out. They ate at an expensive restaurant, then went to a club after walking around the park. Derek loves dancing with Spencer, loves having her perfect peach shape bottom pressed against his crotch. Loves when she wears her pleated skirts. In the darkness of the club he'll lift the back to have her panty clad ass rubbing against his tented slacks. She always blushes darkly whenever he does it and always tilts her head to let him mark her neck.

When they get home Spencer showers while Derek takes care of Clooney. By the time he gets to the bedroom she is waiting naked with a condom open and ready for him to use. Derek fucks her until they are both exhausted. Three spent condoms are in the trash by the time they fall asleep.

In the morning Derek is awoken to Spencer sucking his cock. He lets her have control while he grips her long dark hair. She expertly deepthroats him until he floods her mouth. She swallows happily with a smirk around his cock. When the last drop is licked away Derek takes control, changing their position and settling his bulky frame between her legs. He eats out her pussy like a starving man, rubbing her swollen clit with one hand and thrusting two fingers in and out of her rosebud with the other. It didn't take long to get her off and have her squirting into his mouth.

They clean up, take care of Clooney then make breakfast together. After breakfast Derek leads Spencer to their hidden playroom. Derek built the room himself when he built Spencer's library. The room is hidden behind a bookcase. It also doubles as a panic room. Derek made sure that Spencer is well protected in their home.

Derek strips his girl who had been wearing his shirt and a pair of black silk panties. He grabbed the cuff that hung from the ceiling and attached them to her delicate wrists. He let the retract pull her arms up over her head. Derek went to the cabinet to get the items he planned on using--a fingertip vibrator, a clamp chain with weights, nipple gel that makes them tingle as the gel warms the nipples, and the last item is a small electric stimulation which sends jolts of shock to the nipples.

He placed the items on the bed behind her before pressing his front to her back. Derek started out slow, cupping her decent size breasts and squeezing her nipples between his fingers. He released them only to stroke his thumb around them slowly and teasingly getting them hard. Derek then pinched them with his thumb and forefinger, pulling and twisting them. Spencer arched her back with a moan and begged for more.

Derek reached behind him to grab the vibrator. He moved to stand in front of her. He kissed Spencer chastely then licked down to one nipple. Derek teasingly flicked it with his tongue until Spencer started begging again. He then latched on, sucking and nipping like a starving man. Derek used the fingertip vibrator on her neglected nipple. She cried out his name, moaned, and mewled. Spencer rocked her hip, causing Derek's cock head to rub against her slit with the movement. Not wanting her to have any other added pleasure at the moment he took his cock into his free hand and held it against his belly. The denial caused her to whine and whimper. Derek just switched nipples to distract her from the loss. He continued to play until he knew she was close then he backed off to get the next items.

Licked each nipple, applied the gel then the clamps. Spencer keened so beautifully for him. He smirked when she moaned each time he added a weight. Spencer rocked her hips again and begged as the weights pulled her nipples down.

Derek loves seeing her like this, all compliant and full of bliss. He looked down and groaned at the sight of her juices sliding down her pale thighs. He wanted to drop to his knees and lick it all up, but he was determined to make her only feel pleasure from her nipples. After the last weight was hooked on Derek applied more of the gel. She cried for his cock. Derek denied them both and instead picked up the stimulation tool. He looked at her and she nodded her consent. His cock twitched and throbbed at the way she went completely submissive.

God, he loves her so much.

The electric jolts were low so she would only feel the pleasure and not the pain. Derek will never do anything to hurt her. She was too precious to him for any of that kind of play. Derek would cut off his own arm before he hurt her in any way. Hell, he doesn't even spank her or give her playful taps, but he doesn't mind one bit when she does it to him.

Derek focused back to the task at hand. He rubbed the stimulation wand on her stretched nipple. Her body jerked as she threw back her head with a cry of his name. Derek alternated between the nipples, only leaving the wand on them for a few seconds. She was so close, Derek added extra stimulation with the vibrator.

"Come for me, baby girl." He ordered huskily.

She screamed her orgasm. Derek dropped to his knees then and licked both legs clean. He then attach his mouth to her pussy and licked away every drop of her juices.

"I need you to fuck me." Spencer begged breathlessly.

Derek stood, lifting her legs as did so. He wrapped them around his waist as he pressed himself into her cunt. They both moaned at the pleasure. Derek released the clamps as he thrust in and out, he groaned when her upper body jerk and shuddered. He began moving his hips faster needing the release but wanting to get her off again. Derek dropped the vibrator covered thumb between her legs and pressed it firmly to her clit. He chuckled when she squealed and jerked. Derek continued to pump into her, the coil of pleasure was tight in his belly.

"So close." Derek groaned.

Spencer snapped her eyes opened. "No! Derek, no. Pull out." She was stuck between panic and pleasure. She wanted him to keep going but he was not wearing a condom.

Derek clenched his teeth in anger, he wanted to finish in her but they had agreed to wait. So instead he got her off quickly then pulled out of her delicious heat reluctantly. Derek furiously stroked his cock until he was painting her body with his seed.

The older man released his girl and laid her on the bed. He quickly cleaned her then applied the aloe cream to her nipples. Later after their shower he'll apply the nipple cream nursing mothers use. They found that it helps with the swelling and the soreness.

"When I can walk again its your turn." Spencer promised.

"Anything you want, baby girl." Derek smiled as he stroked her cheek.

He will never deny her anything. Plus he was looking forward to feeling the electric stimulator on his cock and balls. Spencer tortures him in the most delicious way. They were truly equal in this relationship.

~Fin~

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Story #7 Edging--John/Dean

John woke when he felt a weight settle on his hips. The first thing he noticed was the sweet smell like ripe berries with the undertone of bitter chocolate. When his eyes finally adjust he looked at a very naked and aroused Dean sitting on him. The seventeen year old was flushed from his face to his cock. Dean was so incredibly breathtakingly beautiful, John will never deny that. Since Mary's death John has been insanely possessive of Dean. It always made him blind with rage when people or monsters look at Dean too long, or when they touch him in a way they aren't suppose to, and most off all when they talk to him suggestively.

Right now he needs to know what was wrong with Dean.

"Dean, baby, what are you doing?" John asked with a groan. His cock was hardening as Dean began to rock against him. He wrapped his hands around his boy's hips.

"Heat...heat...mate...Alpha!" Dean cried out. He managed to get John's cock free from his boxers.

"Shit!" John exclaimed both in pleasure and in shock.

He forgot to get Dean tested on his birthday. Now he knew Dean was an Omega and apparently John is his chosen Alpha. John's Alpha side reared up with a possessive growl. The older man can feel the beginning of his rut starting. Fuck, he needed to get a condom before his dick goes inside Dean. His Alpha can smell the pureness coming from their mate, their little Omega was a virgin. The scent made his dick throb painfully. His Alpha was going to fuck their Omega until he is thoroughly bred and their seed takes hold.

"Dean, baby, get a condom." John ordered.

"No, no barriers. Need to have your claim inside."

"I can do that when your heat is over. We don't need a baby right now." John tried to reason but Dean wasn't listening. When he tried to get up Dean pushed him back down and quickly cuffed his wrists to the headboard. His Omega must have known he would try something like this. He was honestly impressed.

"Oh, fuck!" John yelled out when his dick was immediately engulfed in Dean's tight, hot, slick hole.

Dean whimpered at the stretch and burn. His fingers did nothing to prepare him for the thick length of his Alpha's cock. John was so thick his cock filled Dean passed full and pressed snugly against his prostate. He mewled as he began to rock and bounce on John's cock. Even in his lusty haze Dean manage to avoid the knot.

John was slowly going crazy. Every time he came close to his orgasm Dean would stop moving. After a minute or two his little Omega would bend down to kiss him sweetly as he began moving his hips slowly. Dean would gradually build the pace until he would raise up and ride John like he was chasing his orgasm. Only it never came because Dean would stop again. John endured the process for two hours.

When Dean finally thrust down on his knot John let out a howl. His orgasm was felt throughout his entire body. Dean had collapsed on top of him, smaller body was writhing and jerking. It took several long minutes for John's cock to stop pulsing. His balls felt empty and his Alpha was satisfied that their knot locked every drop of their seed inside their Omega.

It was a while yet before Dean released his wrists. When John was free he reversed their position. This time his Omega was cuffed.

John took his time with Dean's body. A body he wanted to keep naked all the time. He marked nearly every inch with hickeys and sharp nips. John gave into Dean's begging and thrust into him. This time he was going to breed Dean before his little Omega got off. The Alpha cut off Dean's impending orgasm, filled him with knotting, then slowly built their orgasm again, only to repeat the process. John, by a miracle, shot six loads into his boy before knotting him and shooting more while letting Dean have his release.

John's Alpha let out pleased growl when Dean's scent changed. The Omega was pregnant.

It took three days before John let Dean leave the motel room. Three days before he left the bed for anything other than the bathroom. Both were thankful that Sam was with Bobby for the summer.

If thought John was possessive then nothing compared to now.

~Fin~

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Story #8 Breath Play--Jethro/Tony

Jethro Gibbs came to abrupt stop in his bedroom doorway. Right there in his line of sight was his lover. Tony was standing next to the bed in nothing but a black jock strap. Jethro's brain kick started his body, he moved towards Tony as he undid his pants, hard cock springing free from it's confines. Jethro pressed against Tony's back, one arm around his waist and the other his chest to wrap his hand around his throat.

"And where are you going with that on?" Jethro growled in Tony's ear.

"I actually just got back." Tony answered breathlessly, gasping when the hand at his throat tightened just a bit. "Brad and his buddies at the hospital meet us--Balboa, myself, and the other athletic guys on the court at the park. We play basketball a few hours every week."

"Kneel on the bed and spread your legs." Gibbs ordered. He growled approvingly when Tony complied without hesitation. He moved his arm from Tony's waist to grab the lube. He poured a small amount onto his cock, dropped the bottle to coat his shaft then thrust into Tony. Bottoming out in a quick snap.

Tony was being tortured, he just knew it. With every inward thrust Jethro would cut off his air. Every time he pulled out the hand would relax. Jethro started out slow, but once the rhythm picked up Tony's lungs and brain were having a hard time keeping up. Though his body didn't care. Not when it was going through a hard claiming fuck. Tony was torn between using his safe word and begging Gibbs for more.

Jethro waited until Tony was close to the edge, then he stopped and loosened his hand. He chuckled darkly in his lover's ear when he heard the whiney whimper. Jethro soon changed technique. He began pounding into Tony, then when the young man was close again he would squeeze his throat and stop his thrusting. Tony moaned and begged breathlessly for release. Gibbs denied him.

On and on for an hour Jethro tortured his lover's body with breath play. He found it arousing to that kind of control over Tony's body. When he knew Tony's lungs reached their limit he let his younger lover have his release. Gibbs himself came with a guttural roar.

"We have to do that again." Tony sleepily told the older man.

"Oh we will." Gibbs promised.

Breath play became a new norm for them once a week every week. Of course Tony also had to wear his jock strap each time.

~Fin~

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Story #9 In Public--Eve/Mandy Baxter

The theater wasn't overly crowded but it was still full. Mandy and Eve had the whole back row to themselves. They sat in the far corner where it was darker, hidden in the shadows. They like this spot the best. All the privacy they wanted in a public place. This was date night for them, and privacy was a must have to keep their secret from being exposed.

When the movie started Mandy climbed onto Eve's lap. Her body violently shuddered with want when Eve's strong calloused hand slid up the inside of her thigh. She bit her bottom lip to stop the moan when that hand pressed against her sex, applying a teasing pressure to her clit. Mandy pressed her face into the curve of Eve's neck, biting down with a whimper when calloused fingers pushed deep into her body. Mandy loves getting fingered by Eve, the younger girl knew all the right ways to touch her, make her body burn with lust and arousal. Best of all touching her makes Eve's boy cock hard and Mandy can't get enough of it.

No one in their family will ever know that Eve and Mandy have been sexual since Eve was thirteen when puberty hit. All of Mandy's boyfriends are fake unless their parents want to meet one then Mandy will have a gay friend pose as a fake boyfriend. Then there is poor clueless Kyle who Mandy can manipulate easily into thinking they are dating. Makes it easier for Eve and Mandy to sneak around. At least until they can move out.

Soon Mandy was a mewling mess. Her pussy and thighs was soaked with juices. Eve was relentless tonight. Mandy went through orgasm after orgasm. Her mind couldn't think of anything else beyond Eve, calloused fingers and pleasures. She wanted more yet she didn't want Eve to stop. She moaned lowly when her sister sucked and bit a claiming mark on her neck, one that she would only be able to hide with make up or a turtleneck. Not that Mandy will hide it.

Mandy was so mindless that it took her a moment to realize that she was in a different position. She was sitting back against Eve's chest, legs spread wide by the strong hands of Eve. The cry of pleasure she let out was masked by the loud explosion of the movie. As the action scene played Mandy was safe to moan wantonly and beg for more in Eve's ear. Eve just carried on fucking her with that wonderful cock.

Eve pressed her lips to Mandy's ear. "What do you think, precious, would they love watching you more than this movie? Would like it if they were watching you get claimed by your sister's boy cock? See how much of a slut you are for it."

Mandy just continue to moan and rock her hips to match Eve's thrusting. Honestly she didn't care who watched as long as they know that Eve's cock belongs to her. Just like Eve will make sure they knew Mandy belongs to her.

They didn't stop until the movie was at the end. Mandy had her final orgasm and Eve had her first which coated Mandy's thighs and pussy when she pulled out. They left before the credits. Eve rushing Mandy to the car to get them home. There was a limit to their public sex, Eve reached that limit and now Mandy will hers with bondage and sensory deprivation. Mandy was looking forward to it.

~Fin~

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Story # 10 Humiliation--Harry/Voldemort pt.1

His captivity/surrender had rules. Rules he must obey or face punishment. One such rule is that he was not allowed clothes. Another he was not allowed to do magic or hold his wand ever again. The third major rule was he wasn't allowed to speak unless asked a direct question. And the fourth major he wasn't allowed any kind of pleasure unless his Master gave it to him.

Harry Potter was nothing more than a pet to Lord Voldemort. A pet that wore a muggle dog collar with a chain leash, he had bracelets of small bells around his wrists and ankles, and he was also forced to wear a cock cage that had an attached sounding rod. All of it was spelled by Lord Voldemort to never come off. Harry's body also bore the marks of ownership from words of 'Lord Voldemort's Pet' across his chest, the large Dark Mark along his spine, to the man's dried come, bloody bite marks, bite scars, and bruises from the man's roughness in bed.

Harry was forced to kneel in front of the Death Eaters everyday at his Master's feet. Forced to hear them talk about his body, his slave status, and not so quiet whispers about what they wanted to do with him sexually. His only saving grace is Lord Voldemort's shield around his body. A shield that prevented anyone from touching him unless of course they wanted to be cursed into an eunuch. Voldemort had warned them the first day. The Death Eaters couldn't remove it because it was done in Parseltongue. Harry was thankful that Voldemort was extremely possessive, insanely so.

The supposed Savior surrendered to the Dark Lord at the Ministry when the older wizard possessed him. Harry was consumed by so much grief over Sirius' death he just gave in to Voldemort's dominance. The other deciding factor was a memory from Severus Snape with his conversation from Dumbledore. A conversation about Harry and why he needed to be abused and isolated at times. Harry surrendered to a man who never lied to him, he had thought the Dark Lord would have just killed him then and there, but he was apparated out of the Ministry and forced into sex slavery with Voldemort as his Master.

This is his life until the day Lord Voldemort kills him.

(*v*)

Today started off as a normal day. He woke to his Master using his body for pleasure. The only difference about today is that Harry didn't feel the contraceptive spell. He felt powerless and defeated over the thought that his Master finally wanted heirs after three years. The feelings came over the fact that he might not be allowed to see or raise his children, not allowed to nurse or nurture them. Harry kept his eyes closed as he soundlessly cried over the loss.

After leaving the bedroom Harry crawled to the dining room at Voldemort's side. He kneeled next to the chair, eyes closed and head bowed. He accepted bits of food from his Master's hand, the only food he was allowed to eat. The first humiliating thing he had to endure was drinking water from a bowl like a dog except he didn't have to use his tongue like an animal. The next one was servicing his Master at the table in front of everyone. His Master's release is his other food source.

Harry follows his Master to his office where he crawls under the desk to spend most of the day with Voldemort's cock in his mouth. The Dark Lord does paperwork and meetings for the majority of the day. Harry's next humiliation is riding Voldemort's cock, facing the person he has a meeting with. While they carry on with their business Harry has to work the hard member in a steady pace, not too slow and not too fast, he is under strict orders to make it last the entire meeting. When the person leaves Harry is slammed onto the top of the desk and taken roughly until his Master fills him. Then he is back under the desk warming the flaccid cock into hardness.

Towards the end of the day is Harry's final humiliation. The Death Eater meeting. Like during meals he is kneeling next to the chair, eyes closed, head bowed. His Master pets his head as he listens to reports and news. At some point in the middle of it Harry is forced to suck his Master, but today Voldemort makes him ride his cock again. This is new because his Master never liked the idea of the idiots watching Harry pleasure him this way. Harry wonders why today is different.

When the meeting ends the Death Eaters are ordered to leave, Voldemort takes control over Harry's body. He shudders when the man presses his face into Harry's neck. He feels sharp teeth breaking the skin and forked tongue licking up the blood.

"They needed to see that you are mine." Voldemort spoke lowly. "The spies, the betrayers, they want to take you from me. But I won't let them. You belong to me. Your body is mine, your soul, your mind, your heart, your magic all belongs to me. Say it, pet." Voldemort orders.

"Yours, Master. Everything is yours." Harry whispered.

It was true because he surrendered it all in an Unbreakable Vow the night they left the Ministry. There was no consequence to Harry's life or magic, the vow is absolute and therefore prevents Harry from willingly leaving Voldemort. The vow however will punish the person who tries to take Harry outside Voldemort's wards or through rape. That is if they found a way pass his shield.

"That's right, pet, mine." Voldemort let out a groan and spilled himself inside Harry. A long pale hand caressed his pet's belly. "Soon my heirs will be born. How do you feel about that, pet?"

"As long as Master is pleased." Harry answered emotionlessly.

Voldemort let out a heavy sigh. Sometimes he regrets breaking Harry's fiery personality. He broke the one person who is never afraid of him or afraid to fight back. Now all he has is a broken pet who did everything he was ordered to do. No amount of humiliation brought the old Harry back. Now there wasn't even a spark at the idea of a child.

"Pet, I want an honest answer. Anything less I will lash you twenty times." Voldemort warned darkly.

Harry shuddered in fear. He remembers in the beginning Voldemort lashed Harry everyday. The Dark Lord called it conditioning, but Harry knew it was punishment for past deeds against him. It lasted three months. It was also nothing compared to Lucius' punishment. The blond received fifty lashes every day for two weeks in front of the others. All because Voldemort watched the memory of Harry's second year. Unlike Harry who was healed after his lashing with magic, Lucius had to heal the muggle way. He heard whispers about the blond's heavily deformed scarred back.

"I'm scared." Harry answered honestly.

Voldemort gripped his chin and forced green eyes to look at him. "Of what?"

"You. Of you taking them away after they are born. Not being the one to nurse them, nurture them, love them. Of Bellatrix finding a way to kill me, to kill the children."

Voldemort snarled dangerously. "Has she tried before?"

"Yes." Harry answered softly.

"Why--" Voldemort cuts himself off. Right, he remembered he ordered Harry to not speak unless spoken to directly. "Does she have help? And when does she try?" The Dark Lord very rarely left Harry alone.

"Yes, she has others. She does it when you leave the manor to go to the Ministry."

"Who are the others?" Voldemort was feeling nothing but murderous rage. They were all going to have a painful death.

"Lady Malfoy for what happened to her husband and for the trouble Draco got into at school. Rosier, NcNab (A/N: and no I don't mean McNair), Nott Senior, and Pettigrew. He, Pettigrew, said I needed to pay for the humiliation he had to endure when you came back."

"Don't worry, pet, I will kill them. They will never try to harm you again. As for the child you will be allowed to nurse, nurture, and love them until they are eleven. Only then you will have no say in what is decided with their life."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

Harry felt a spark of happiness for the first time in three years. Suddenly the humiliation he has to endure no longer mattered. He will continue to endure it if it meant that he got to love his children. Harry will do anything for that small mercy. Being humiliated was better than being under Dumbledore's rule, forced to marry Ginny and have to be forced into fighting every dark witch and wizard. With that life he will never see his children, Molly will make sure of that. His money and heirlooms will be taken by his ex-friends and Dumbledore. And Grimmauld Place, it will be violated by the Order members.

With his Master everything he owns is protected. No one, but Voldemort can touch it. Harry is all right with that. For he knows Voldemort will treasure the Potter and Black heirlooms and possessions. The Dark Lord already killed Mundungus Fletcher for stealing items from Grimmauld Place. Voldemort got all the items back including a Slytherin necklace that Harry is ordered to wear everyday. Ordered to never take it off and protect it with his life.

When the Healer confirmed the pregnancy Voldemort announced it to the Death Eaters. Harry had been ordered to sit on his lap, cock inside his body. Ordered to look at the Death Eaters, watch Voldemort kill Bellatrix, Narcissa, Rosier, McNab, Nott Senior, and Pettigrew. Each one endured a painful curse that slowly killed them. Well not Bellatrix. She died first from a blood boiling curse. Pettigrew died last from a curse that mimics Egyptian scarab beetles.

Voldemort warned the others to keep their wands away from Harry. Then he turned Harry to face him. The new humiliation is knowing the Death Eaters, even those his age, can see Voldemort's cock slide in and out of his hole. Watching the Dark Lord lay claim to Harry's body. The humiliation lasted through several of Voldemort's orgasms then he dismissed them.

"You were very good, pet." Voldemort praised then licked along Harry's shoulder, up his neck, over his jaw before devouring Harry's mouth. The first time he has kissed Harry. Voldemort is still trying to find that spark. He pulled away with a savage bite to Harry's bottom lip. He stood and carried his pet to their bedroom.

Following orders Harry didn't say anything at the sight of an audience in the bedroom. He felt his body heat up with a fresh bout of humiliation. Death Eaters are one thing, getting claimed in front of Dumbledore, the Order, the older Weasley boys, his former friends, and his DA group is a different matter.

Voldemort laid them perpendicular on the bed. Ha made Harry turn his head to his audience. This is his next attempt to get that spark.

"You all are here to help us celebrate our joyous news." The Dark Lord smirked at them. "You see my pet is pregnant with my child, my heir." They were given looks of revulsion, disgust, anger, horror, and defeat.

With a deep chuckle Voldemort slid into his pet. He thrust in and out of the always tight, hot, slick hole. He held Harry's hands above his head, bit his marks into the already claimed skin. Voldemort made his pet gasp, mewl, whine, whimper, and arch up in pleasure. All the while never taking his eyes off their audience. The older Weasley boys and Harry's defense group were fighting against the magical bonds, silently raging at him. The other just watched with glares of betrayal at Harry, in their minds Voldemort heard them call his pet whore and slut, a weak-willed coward.

That made Voldemort angry. Harry was far from weak-willed or a coward. Unlike those of Dumbledore's Order, the light sided Ministry under Dumbledore's control, and the general population of light idiots. His beautiful Harry was broken not a weak-willed coward. Voldemort banished the cock cage and allowed Harry release for the first time in three years. He pulled out and painted the panting body with his sperm. The Dark Lord got off the bed, wand in hand and stood in front of Dumbledore's side.

"Harry is beautifully broken, not a weak-willed coward like all of you." He snarled at the group. One by one he cursed them all with painful deadly curses. He then turned to the other group. "You have the option of joining me or surrendering and never raising a wand against me or the Death Eaters. Be assured that you won't be harmed by them. If you join me you will never be allowed to talk to or touch Harry in any way. Harry's vow is absolute, you try to take him outside my wards you either die or lose your magic. Of course I will kill you for taking him from me. I will give you three days to make a decision." With a snap of his fingers the elves took the group to the dungeon and transfigured the dead bodies into inanimate objects.

Voldemort turned to his pet. With a predatory smile he rejoined Harry and pushed back into his body. He simply could not get enough of his pet. The scent of humiliation Harry felt was arousing and heady. Voldemort absolutely loves it.

Harry knew it was done purposely.

~Fin~

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Story #11 Cockwarming--Harry/Voldemort pt2

Lord Voldemort, Minister and Ruler of Wizarding Britain was an extremely happy man. Why? Well he finally found his spark. His beautifully broken Harry found his fiery personality again. And all it took was making Harry sit on his cock at the teachers' table and all the students filed into the Great Hall for breakfast. His pregnant Harry fought to get off his lap, even pleaded to kneel and cockwarm with his mouth. Voldemort effortlessly kept him in place with a very dominant bite to his shoulder and a firm heavy hand on his rounded belly. 

Harry went still right away in fear that Voldemort will take the baby for this outburst. 

Slowly the Dark Lord got Harry to be more of himself. All he had to do was place Harry in his lap as a cockwarmer in front of the students. Of course Harry fought harder if Voldemort pleasured him in some way or talk dirtily to him in front of the first and second years. Voldemort got blissful pleasure out of Harry fighting against against him, especially with his cock buried deep inside his little slave. He unabashedly groans loudly and fills Harry right there in front of the students. 

By Yule Harry was more of himself even though he still responds submissively to Voldemort. The Dark Lord was too happy to care. He has long since wanted the old Harry back. 

On morning of Yule after Voldemort pleasured their bodies he laid face to face to Harry, rubbing the rounded flesh. Green eyes filled with apprehension and worry. Voldemort just smiled. 

"Some new rules. If you continue to be a good pet I will allow you certain freedom. In private when you aren't cockwarming with that delectable mouth you are allowed to speak openly. Say anything you want. For meals you will now be allowed to sit in a chair unless I want you in my lap. You will also be allowed to eat normally and drink from a cup, but you are still under orders to suck my cock and swallow my seed at every meal. That is non-negotiable. You will still crawl at my side. Since your pregnancy is advanced your bottom does the cockwarming."

Harry opened his mouth to try his new freedom. "Please, not at Hogwarts. Not in front of the students."

"Why not?"

"They are innocent children. I don't want to sully that. I especially don't want them thinking that what we have is acceptable for relationships. Please, Master, I will do anything else you wish for in return."

Voldemort smirked. "Does that include our children?"

"Please." 

"So your anything means I can take you in the Ministry atrium or during a staff meeting at Hogwarts. Or I can tie you to a St. Andrew's cross in the middle of Diagon and use your body for my pleasure."

"As long as there is no children you can do anything." Harry made it sound like a promise.

"Very well. I have no desire to allow the light sided idiots to watch you take my cock. As payment for your request you will have a vibrator inside you and you will be strapped to a spanking bench. Have no fear, the students will not see you or hear you, but I will."

"Thank you, Master."

"One more thing, in exchange for our children remaining unsullied, you will only be allowed to wear a female nightie. For the exchange...I want you to bond to me and take the Slytherin name."

"Of course." Harry smiled. He had no problem with that request as long as his children stayed as innocent as possible for as long as possible.

For the entire holiday Harry happily sat on Voldemort's lap, warming his cock. They were alone in the manor bar the house-elves. He was happy to be allowed to speak freely again. His Master actually listened when Harry gave solutions to the many problems he had as Minister, Ruler, and Headmaster. In return Harry was allowed to name their first child. 

On the day of Christmas Eve as promised Harry willingly bonded to Voldemort in a private ritual. They spent all of Christmas in bed as well as the entire day of the thirty-first to celebrate Voldemort's birthday. At exactly one minute after midnight Harry gave birth to Cadmus Orion Slytherin. 

For the first time in years since his surrender Harry was happy.

~Fin~ 

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Story #12 DubCon--Harry/Voldemort pt3

Harry was sitting on his Master's lap as usual with his cock inside his hole. They were in the middle of a Death Eater's meeting. Harry zoned out having to only been focused on Voldemort rubbing his small baby bump. Harry was currently pregnant with their second child, but first daughter. The two year old Cadmus was excited to be getting a sibling. 

Many of the Death Eaters are envious of their Lord getting a second child so easily. The general population though is angry that Harry is willing to give the monster children. They hiss whore and slut at him for allowing the monster between his legs. 

Harry began to think about the beginning. After his surrender.

(*v*)

Voldemort apparated them straight to his private bedroom. He banished Harry's clothes and tied his hands to the wrought iron of the headboard. He summoned the cock cage his last submissive used and quickly put it on Harry. Voldemort put a semi-permanent contraceptive on Harry's body then banished his own clothes to settle between Harry's leg, spreading them wide. 

"Are you a virgin, pet?"

Harry closed his eyes and looked away. "Yes," he whispered softy. 

"Good." Voldemort magically prepared the virgin hole then thrust his dry cock inside. Harry barely made a sound and didn't open his eyes once. Voldemort did catch sight of tears and bent to lick them away. Then he proceed to bite Harry's flesh, marking the young body as his. 

Voldemort smirked deviously. Magic didn't backlash on him, but it did feel strained. Apparently it saw Harry's surrender as a dubious consent. Surrendering to him meant that Harry was his to do as he pleased. In which Voldemort had Harry repeat a modified Unbreakable Vow as he fucked the teen roughly, putting fingerprint bruises all over his lower body. In the vow, Harry swore to Voldemort everything--head, heart, body, soul, and magic. It all now belongs to him and Harry had to vow to never leave Voldemort willingly. He vowed that the only way he will leave is through death at Voldemort's hand or wand. Harry also vowed to never use magic against Voldemort.

They didn't leave the bed for the rest of the night and Harry kept his eyes closed with his head turned the whole time. Voldemort didn't mind one bit, he already got what he wanted. 

The following morning Harry woke to find himself tied to a thick wooden pole, front pressed against the wood. He could hear Voldemort behind him. 

"We are going to start your conditioning. Twenty lashes everyday. To drive the point home that I am your Master. You will address me as such, when I want you to speak. Until directly asked you will not say anything. You will also not wear any clothes. The only thing you will wear is a pet collar and it will have a leash attached for my use. You will crawl at my side, kneel at my feet, and feed from my hand. You will only drink water from a bowl on the floor. Your second main food source will be my sperm. You will spend your morning and afternoon warming my cock with your mouth unless I want your hole. During meetings with the Death Eaters you head will be down and eyes closed. Do you understand your new life, pet?"

"Yes, Master." Harry spoke softly. Honestly he more than expected living in the dungeon until Voldemort decides to kill him. Being a sex slave to the Dark Lord sounded better than being a disposable pawn to Dumbledore. 

Harry pressed his face into the wood and kept his body as relaxed as possible. Something he learned when Vernon decides to beat him with a belt. The lashes was more of a sting where a leather belt felt like a burn. Harry knew he can endure Voldemort's punishment. Afterwards he kept his eyes closed as Voldemort fucked him before releasing him. Harry fell to his knees right away. 

To Harry's surprise Voldemort used a healing potion on his back. 

"I may be evil, but I'm not completely heartless. What good will you be if you develop an infection. Besides I want them all to see how beautiful you look, and all mine. Don't fear, Harry, none of them will ever touch you or use magic on you. I put a powerful shield charm, in parsel, around you while you were sleeping. Only I can remove it."

Remembering he wasn't allowed to talk he gave the man a relieved look. In return Voldemort caressed his cheek and pushed the head of his cock against Harry's lips. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Harry was going to avoid any further punishment. For that reason he will never have a need to actually voice consent he doesn't want to give. It's better to just let Voldemort do what he wants. The happier the Dark Lord is the easier Harry's life will be. 

(*v*)

"What has you lost in thought, my pet?" Voldemort's voice cut through his thoughts.

"The beginning." Harry smiled. 

"I see." Voldemort chuckled. "Do you consent to be my sex slave?"

Harry closed his eyes and turned his head. His Master, his Lord, his husband apparated them to their bedroom. He was placed on the bed and felt Voldemort settle between his legs, felt the hard cock slide back into his body.

"That is alright, pet, I don't need your verbal consent. Not when your body wants the pleasure I give it. If you are good I'll tie you to your pole and lash your back ten times. Would you like that, pet?" 

"If it pleases Master." Harry answered submissively.

"You please me to no end, Harry Slytherin." Voldemort declared. He will never need nor want that verbal consent. 

~Fin~ 

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Things were going really well with the Grimes-Dixon family. It has been three years since Rick and Daryl left the group with Carl and Lydia. They travelled for six months before they came upon a remote cabin in the woods. It was a two story cabin with plenty of room, fireplace, and a generator. Rick and Daryl went out for supplies knowing a town would be close by and to see if there was any gas left. It was a slow process to make it a safe home for the kids. 

First Rick and Daryl were just friends. But living together in one spot things slowly changed between them. It started out as hand jobs to relieve sexual tension, then blow jobs, naked rutting, then full on sex. Neither man cared who bottomed. After a year they decided to explore the world of kinks, neither one had done anything but vanilla with their past partners.

They have a list they made of the things they were going to try once. Marking it with a check if they like it, or crossing it out if they don't. Next on their list was impact play. Daryl told Rick from the start that he can't be on the receiving end. Too many memories of his drunken father. Rick didn't mind. He found that he likes a little pain with his pleasure; Daryl likes giving Rick that pain. 

For this kind of thing they went into the city. Daryl went off to find an adult's only store, Rick took the kids to a book store, an office supply store, and they found a battery operated portable DVD player. They loaded up on batteries, three players, and movies of all kinds. Rick even found adult movies. A few hours later they met back up with Daryl at the gas station where they came in. Daryl had two large duffels, two extra backpacks, and four canteens. 

"What is all this?" Rick asked the other man. 

Daryl smirked. "Found the outdoor store. Guns, ammo, more bolts, a bow and arrow set for Carl, portable propane, other useful camping items. I got some sport's stuff for Carl, some child size sport's toys. Stuff for us, and things for bomb making. There was, believe it or not, an army surplus store that had books on it. Which is also where I got more weapons." 

(*V*)

That night when the kids were in bed, Rick and Daryl went into the basement. Almost immediately they were naked. Rick had Daryl on the bed with his legs spread wide. He ravished the younger man's mouth as he rolled a condom on and slicked up with lube. Rick broke the kiss to stare in Daryl's eyes as he slowly slid into him. Rick bottomed out and stayed still for a moment. Both weren't big on expressing emotions but this came close. And no it wasn't love. They didn't want that complicating their relationship. 

Rick dropped his weight onto Daryl, holding him close and began thrusting in and out. Daryl had tight arms and legs around him. Rick drew him into another kiss, this one full of passion and heat. Their tongues tangled together, adding more pleasure. Rick's additional pleasure came from Daryl's blunt nails. They dug deep and raked across his back, down to his hips, his ass. Rick groaned, shifting his hips to hit Daryl's prostate. As a reward Daryl picked up the leather strap he got at the sex store. 

"Ooh yes! Fuck, Daryl, do it again, baby!" Rick cried out, urging his lover on. He has never felt anything so pleasurable with the pain. He groaned when the younger man hit his ass, causing him to slam into Daryl a few times. The hunter moaned obscenely loud. 

Daryl hit Rick again twice more. The sheriff groaned deeply, pounded into him, battering his prostate. Daryl kept going, hitting the moving ass to get his own delicious pleasure from Rick's fat cock bruising his insides and pummeling his prostate into submission. 

Finally after what seems like hours they were shouting their release. Rick pulled out on the last spurt, removing the condom (they have always been safe), and laid on his front. His back and ass were on fire. Daryl wasn't much better. He couldn't get his legs to move and his ass took a different kind beating. It literally took them hours to actually move off the bed. They cleaned up carefully, each rubbing the soothing cream on each other. The two of them locked the basement then moved to their bedroom. It took a few days to have sex again. They decided to keep the impact play. 

~Fin~