Voldemort apparated with Draco to a dark room in a location Draco did not know. He was mortified at the fact his parents had witnessed the way the Voldemort had held him. His parents no doubt saw Voldemort's hand move suggestively down Draco's back, and they would have seen the way he whispered to him, even if they had not heard the word or known it's meaning.
The room they arrived in was so dark Draco could hardly even discern what furniture was there except that in the centre there was a large four poster bed with black drapes.
He was still dizzy and disorientated from apparating, when the second they arrived in the room, Voldemort turned to him, raised his hand and struck Draco across the face, knocking him to the floor.
Draco was unable to move for a couple of seconds. The Dark Lord advanced on him as he lay on the ground. In his confused state, he scrambled back along the floor into the corner of the room, faintly aware of blood running down the left side of his face. Voldemort loomed above him. Draco did not know if Voldemort would strike him again. Good sense told him he should cower and try to protect his face and head. Draco knew how to take a beating, having had plenty of practice. But he did not know why Voldemort had struck him like that and he was overwhelmed by emotions. So many emotions he couldn't name or distinguish them. Hate, fear, sorrow, shame, confusion... maybe...? Instead of hiding his face he looked up at the Dark Lord, looked directly at him, his eyes filled with tears asking, without words...'Why?'
Voldemort was not sure himself why he had hit Draco so hard, he had clearly hurt him a great deal, but he got the sense that the tears filling Draco's grey eyes were nothing to do with physical pain. Voldemort was unsure how to proceed, he had not really wanted to strike the boy so hard, but Voldemort did not know how to manage emotions. He had not expected such unquestioning submission from Draco. Draco didn't even try to protect himself. He had always tried to fight before, tried to play a game which he didn't know the rules of, but now he seemed to accept that he had lost. He looked up at Voldemort with wide, frightened eyes, like a deer cornered by a hunter, exhausted from the chase, unsure of what will happen next as it has never lost the race before.
'Stand up.' Voldemort commanded, and Draco, using the wall to steady himself, staggered to his feet. He looked at Voldemort, and tried to read him.
'Is he going to kill me? Torture me? What does he want? He has never hit me before, what have I done?' Draco's mind swam, foggy after the blow to his head.
'Get on the bed.' Voldemort hissed. When Draco moved slowly and hesitantly, Voldemort grabbed his arm and flung him across the room,
'I said GET ON THE BED!' He shouted. 'NOW!'
Draco stumbled to the bed and fell onto his front. Voldemort was instantly right behind him. His violence was subsiding a little, now that he was sure Draco was here, that Draco was his, and that he could do what he liked with him. His mind tripped back to the defenceless pleading boy, begging to be fucked. He liked that Draco. He liked terrified, hurt Draco who looked at him with sad tear stained eyes too. But the dirty, pleading, humiliated boy who begged for sex and hated himself for it, he was just too delicious.
Draco had scrambled to his knees, and he looked down at the bed beneath him, his eyes still wet with tears, but he would not give in and allow them to fall freely.
'Look at me.' Voldemort said, commandingly, but with something of his silky tone he usually used for Draco's benefit. Very slowly Draco raised his head and his eyes to look at Voldemort, who did not hurry him with further commands.
Draco's perfect delicate porcelain face was beginning to bruise a violent purple on the left hand side and a dark trickle of blood ran down his cheek. Fear had turned him pale as a ghost and his eyes were a deep grey, ringed with red as he fought back the tears.
Voldemort wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and held him tightly before one hand swept his hair away from his face, revealing the injury he had inflicted on him. Draco struggled to breathe and he trembled against Voldemort's body, as he desperately tried not to cry. Voldemort's fingers moved slowly in his hair. Then, Voldemort slowly licked the side of Draco's face, tracing the line of blood on his cheek. Draco gasped and flinched when he reached the cut. Voldemort kissed his open mouth, spreading a wetness onto his lips, which Draco realised from the taste, was blood, his own blood. Voldemort's kisses were deep and laviscious, and Draco found himself sighing softly into Voldemort's mouth as his tongue teased him.
When Voldemort pulled out of the kiss he looked at Draco. The boy looked absolutely terrified. He looked lost. He looked broken. His eyes were wide. The blood spread over his soft lips made them appear darker. With his aristocratic looks and fresh blood on his lips, he could have been a vampire, were it not for the pitiful expression on his pretty face. Leaning close to his ear, Voldemort whispered
'Draco, you BEGGED for this...'
Draco squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip, deeply ashamed. Slowly, Voldemort began to undress him. He removed his jacket and cast it aside and began to unfasten Draco's black shirt. As he undid the buttons he was able to graze his cold fingers across Draco's chest, Draco's breathing was becoming increasingly laboured as his fear heightened. He had begged for it and he was mortified that he had done so. He had been crazy with lust, and he didn't know if he could feel like that now. Voldemort might not be prepared to take the time to get him there.
As Voldemort removed Draco's shirt completely, he paused for a moment to take in the sight of Draco's beautiful body. He had not seen Draco unclothed since the first time they had been together, and Draco's naked flesh was a welcome sight.
Draco, gripped with panic, was almost gasping for breath. He had never suffered from panic attacks in the past, but imagined this might be what it felt like if he did. Voldemort read the signs. He had observed people in all stages of panic and distress and knew that if Draco's breathing didn't regulate, he would probably pass out. Voldemort did not want him unconscious. He would probably have fucked him anyway, but it would be preferable to have him awake and aware, vividly aware, of what was happening to him.
Voldemort gently took Draco in his arms and pressed their bodies together. He held Draco tightly, but took care not to restrict his breathing. Voldemort breathed deeply, helping Draco into the same rhythm. He ran his cold hands over Draco's naked back, helping to lower his body temperature, which had sky rocketed due to his soaring adrenalin levels. He stroked Draco's hair and let Draco hide his face against his neck.
'He's hard work!' Thought Voldemort, who though it quite unreasonable of Draco to be so distressed. 'But he's a Malfoy, he's bound to be high maintenance!' He amused himself with that thought.
Draco was becoming calmer, or at least, resigned to his fate. He snuck his arms around Voldemort's waist and clung to him tightly, burying his face in his robes. Voldemort indulged Draco and let him stay there for some time as his breathing returned to a slower pace. To his surprise, Voldemort actually enjoyed this exploration with Draco. It seemed he had the power to elicit any emotion from Draco, and he wanted to memorise what actions and behaviours resulted in which ones. It was easy to make people fear you, it was easy to cause pain, but so very gratifying to be able to do that to them, and then in almost the same moment, to make them want you.
Voldemort touched Draco's chin and lifted his head to gain access to his lips. Calmer now, Draco received his kisses and responded to his movements. As Voldemort pushed his tongue forward, Draco parted his lips letting him into his mouth. Draco brushed his own tongue against Voldemort's lips and entered his mouth in return. He was so grateful that Voldemort had taken the time to calm him, he wanted to thank him. He bit gently on Voldemort's lower lip. Voldemort had not expected this, but the simple action sent a surge of lust through him.
'Damn it Draco!' He thought.
Draco was so sweet, innocent, so naive, so unaware. He begged for sex and then cried in fear when he knew he would be fucked. He relaxed when he was held and then thanked you with behaviour which would make you need to fuck him.
Voldemort kissed him more deeply, more passionately and Draco held him tightly, gripping his shoulders with his fingers, his nails digging in through Voldemort's robes. Voldemort wanted to feel those nails on his skin without fabric in the way, so at length, he pulled out of the kiss and, keeping one hand on Draco, he loosened his robes and let them fall to the floor. He now stood before Draco wearing only a fitted pair of shorts made from a leather like material.
Draco had not seen Voldemort's body before. In both of their previous encounters, the Dark Lord had remained fully clothed and Draco had only been able to trace his body through his robes. Draco had felt the broadness of his back and shoulders and the firmness of his muscles, but he had not anticipated just how well defined Voldemort's torso would be. His shoulders were large, his pectoral and abdominal muscles, perfectly defined. His powerful arms were thick and strong. Draco himself was athletic, but his body was slim and delicate. Unclothed, the Dark Lord had a body like a muscular stallion or bull, there was something animalistic about him, perhaps his build, perhaps his smell, Draco didn't know which. Although he had lusted after men for some time, Draco had never given much thought to muscular body type, until now. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped slightly as his eyes roamed over Voldemort's body, from the wide shoulders, to the narrow waist, the perfect stomach muscles, to his thick firm thighs. Draco drew his breath deeply.
Voldemort wanted to laugh at him. He had seen Draco laid out over his father's desk, panting and moaning, he had seen him nearly naked after a shower, he had seen him with come dripping from his face, but he had never seen Draco look like that before. Such a human expression, such a horny teenage expression. Voldemort knew Draco had just "checked him out", and clearly liked what he saw.
Voldemort reached for his wand and muttered a spell softly, and Draco felt a cool rush as his clothes, all except his underwear, disappeared and now lay on the floor. It was easier than undressing him by hand, Voldemort thought. He climbed onto the bed beside Draco, taking him in his arms pushing him down so that Draco lay almost beneath him. He caressed Draco's face with the back of his hand and kissed him softly, teasingly on the lips. Draco was beginning to lose himself, he had accepted now that he could not fight this. Voldemort worked on his neck next, knowing this to be effective, and Draco began to melt in his hands.
Draco gave a series of soft moans as Voldemort worked his way over his collarbones and down to his chest, kissing, gently biting him and licking him. His hands explored Voldemort's naked shoulders and upper arms, enjoying the firmness of them. He was strong, Draco already knew this. He was strong and powerful and in this moment that turned Draco on immensely.
Voldemort's tongue traced a line up from Draco's stomach, through the centre of his chest and up to his throat. He lay beside Draco and he walked his fingers down his body. Starting at his neck he moved over his chest and down to his stomach. Teasingly his hand trailed towards the top of his boxer shorts. Draco was already half hard when Voldemort's hand reached his groin. It took only a few moments of his hand working there to make Draco fully erect. He shifted his hips against the touch, welcoming it. He was receptive to this, curious, interested, but Voldemort wanted more. He wanted him how he had been the last time, crazed and desperate. He would enjoy every moment spent working him up to that point.
Slowly and gently Voldemort began to pull at the top of Draco's underwear, working it down over his hips and thighs until Draco was quite naked before him. Draco felt very vulnerable at that moment, he had never been naked in front of Voldemort before, not fully. Voldemort took in the sight of him, his elegant form, his fragile, pale body, laid out before him. He ran his fingers over Draco's hips and traced them lightly into his soft white blond curls at the base of his cock. Draco shivered and arched his back slightly, urging Voldemort on, he needed more contact on his erection, he was beginning to ache for it. He moaned a little.
'Hush, Draco.' Voldemort soothed. 'I will take care of you.'
With that he lowered his head to Draco's groin and took Draco's cock in his hand. He lowered his lips to the tip of it and flicked his tongue over the end, tasting Draco's pre-come. Draco felt a wave of ecstasy wash over him as Voldemort's tongue made contact with his cock. This was something he had never expected to happen. Although Voldemort was not sucking him, he was tending to him orally, and Draco had not imagined he would do that. He used his tongue to trace the vein than ran the underside of Draco's dick and played his lips over the head. Draco could feel his cool breath on him, which contrasted with the subtle warmth of his mouth. The mix of sensations left Draco on edge guessing which he would feel next.
Voldemort began to firmly work Draco in his hand and he returned his lips to Draco's. His oral ministrations to Draco's cock had been effective and Draco was now a trembling mess on the bed before him, nervous and excited at the same time. Voldemort's hand firmly around his dick and his mouth on his soft lips, Draco had allowed himself to be pulled under this tidal wave of sensations and he did not fight the pleasure that washed over him. Every now and then thoughts would flit through his mind, he would fleetingly remember himself, his parents and the identity of this man who was pleasuring him so completely. When these thoughts crossed his mind he would sob and flinch and try to anchor himself back in his body, feeling only the physical pleasure. He knew he would have time to feel the guilt and shame afterwards, if the Dark Lord decided not to kill him that was. Draco increasingly thought this was unlikely. He had been convinced of it when Voldemort was angry, but now, now his kisses were so searing and deep, and his touch so sensitive Draco thought he must surely not want to kill him? This was Voldemort however, and he could undoubtedly lie about how he felt and convince anyone of anything, but something in this burning passionate embrace had to be real, it must be, Draco thought. 'Please let something be real...'
Voldemort had got him so hard that he now bucked his hips up against his hand. Draco reached his own hand down, desperate to feel Voldemort's thick, firm cock for himself. He found it ready and waiting, eager to respond to the touch of his gentle hand. He gripped it and worked his shaft back and forth, in the same rhythm as Voldemort worked him.
Voldemort climbed on top of Draco, his body between Draco's naked thighs, he pressed his hips against him so that their cocks were pressed together between them, sharing the stimulation as they thrust against each other. Draco gripped Voldemort's shoulders, and Voldemort pinned him down firmly. Draco knew he could not move or escape from Voldemort's strength, but he had no intention of trying to and he enjoyed having his weight pressing onto him, trapping him, making him helpless. Draco's eyes fluttered closed and he muttered small moans of pleasure as the Dark Lord bore down onto him. Voldemort could have fucked him like that, it was great to see the look of pained concentration on his face. However, he knew it was Draco's first time, and it might be easier for him on his knees. Voldemort was exercising great patience with Draco's needs and had no intention of holding back once he was fucking him, but he didn't want to damage the boy, not physically.
Voldemort moved into a kneeling position and pulled Draco into a seated one. Draco was flushed and looked disorientated, either with pleasure or from the knock on the head, or both.
'Get on your knees, sweetheart.' Voldemort cooed at him, sounding both sinister and seductive.
Draco's heart pounded in his chest and his stomach lurched.
'This is it.' He thought. 'I'm going to lose my virginity to Lord Voldemort. Will it hurt? Yes, probably a lot, because he won't be gentle. Will it be over quickly? He might kill me afterwards, but he might not...' Draco could not think clearly, his head swimming, and he slowly followed the command. He positioned himself in front of Voldemort with his back to him, and steadied himself by holding onto the head board.
Voldemort looked at Draco's beautiful back and the fine curve of his ass and felt he could not wait much longer to take him. He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and bit into his neck, making the boy cry out. He could feel Voldemort's cock pressing against the crack of his ass now too, which scared him although he pushed back against it, wanting more. Draco had had enough of being toyed with, he could not come this far and not go all the way. Knowing this would come had tormented and frightened him, now it would finally happen. Voldemort released him from his grasp and pushed him onto all fours. Draco glanced nervously over his shoulder, Voldemort gave him a sickly smile and his red eyes gleamed.
Voldemort knew he would have to prepare the boy a little, and he knew that doing so would result in Draco pleading for it, he was confident Draco would be begging by the time he was done, despite his fear. He turned his attention to Draco's ass, caressing lightly at first, making Draco flinch as his fingers ran over his ass crack. He pressed into the crevice and his fingers moved lightly over Draco's entrance. His cold touch was teasing and Draco felt exhilarated by it and he gasped nervously. Voldemort then spread Draco's cheeks, wanting to get a good look at him. He loved the sight before him. The sulky, flouncing boy he had met only the week before, Lucius Malfoy's son and heir, naked, trembling with nerves and anticipation with his ass in the air and his cheeks spread. Draco's cute pink asshole looked very tight and was just begging to be violated and Voldemort could hardly wait to burry himself inside it.
He lowered his face to Draco's entrance and lightly swept his tongue over Draco's ring, which startled Draco, yet another sensation he had not expected. Voldemort covered Draco's entrance with his mouth and teased the sensitive puckered ring with his tongue, licking and probing at it, without entering him. Draco felt his desire go through the roof.
'Holy fuck!' He thought as Voldemort tongued him, 'How does he do this?'
'Oh Gods!' Moaned Draco. 'Oh fuck, yes!'
'Here we go!' Thought Voldemort, 'and I've only just started on him. The horny little slut!'
It was time to give Draco his first taste of penetration. He paused for a second as if to give a warning before he slowly slipped his tongue into Draco's ass, lubricating him with saliva. Draco was quite unprepared for this sensation. He had touched himself there ever since his fantasies had become predominantly about being fucked by men, but that was quite different to someone else entering him, and with their tongue!
'Oh!...' He gasped as his eyes widened as he concentrated on the new sensation. He could feel the stretch of something penetrating him, but it was not uncomfortable as Voldemort pushed his tongue deeper into Draco and began to tease inside his hole. Draco had fallen forward onto the pillow, unable to support himself on his hands, he was delirious with pleasure and murmured almost incoherently. 'Oh Gods yes! So good...'
Voldemort enjoyed Draco's reaction, and decided to give him a little more stimulation. His tongue and lips left Draco's ass, leaving Draco feeling cold there, and very exposed. He whimpered, asking wordlessly for more.
Voldemort cast a silent lubrication charm over his hand, to make his next task easier. Draco was tight and would need this. He moved his long fingers to Draco's sensitive hole and teased it with his finger tip, drawing a sharp breath from Draco, who was wanting what would come next. Voldemort did not hesitate to give it to him, and he pushed his finger into Draco. This was certainly a rougher experience than taking his tongue, but it was not all together unpleasant as Voldemort stimulated inside him. Draco was aware that it stung a little as his ring was stretched, but something about his desire for sex was making it feel ok. Voldemort pushed all the way into him, and was able to reach a spot inside him, touching lightly, making Draco see stars, giving him just a hint of what was to come. He cried out in pleasure and the muscles of his ass clenched around Voldemort's finger.
Draco pushed back, wanting that stimulation again, and Voldemort decided he was ready for the next step, Draco could take it, he was certainly keen! The Dark Lord slipped a second finger into Draco, followed by a third and began to pump them back and forth in Draco's ass hole. There was some pain now, and Draco's cries were a mix of pain and pleasure in equal parts.
The pain lessened as Voldemort continued and when he began to touch Draco's prostate with each forward thrust of his hand, Draco just lost his mind completely. He screamed, a real scream as the sensitive spot inside him was repeatedly touched. Voldemort, slowed down his movements, aware that Draco had got used to the stretching sensation in his passage after a rough session of fingering. He reverted to teasing now, gently moving his fingers inside Draco and tormenting him in that place that drove him wild.
'That feels... that's so... Oh, amazing!' Draco mumbled, unable to string a real sentence together. 'Oh gods! That's so good, so... Oh..., Fuck me please, fuck me now! I want you!... need it so bad... Please, just fuck me!'
'You really want me, do you Draco?' Voldemort asked in a smug, teasing voice, wanting to hear Draco tell him again.
'Yes!' Draco gasped, 'Oh, fuck yes! I want you. I want you to fuck me, I want you inside me, please!'
Draco bucked his hips back against Voldemort's hand ferociously as he begged, even as he spoke, feeling that he was doing the most unforgivable thing in the world, but was so utterly unable to resist.
'I am inside you...' Voldemort teased. 'Or is this not what you meant...?' He was going to make Draco say it.
Draco felt a surge of annoyance. 'He's still toying with me!' He thought. He was embarrassed enough already, his position alone utterly humiliating, without having to be any more graphic about his request! However, he would have said just about anything at this point to get his needs met!
'I want your cock inside me.' Draco half gasped half sobbed with frustration and shame. 'Please, my Lord, please, just fuck me. I want your cock in my ass! Oh please, please fuck me!' He cried.
Voldemort smiled an evil smile. That was what he wanted. This was power play at its best. This was Draco at his best, a pathetic, pleading mess, prepared to do anything for sex. Voldemort slowly drew his fingers from Draco's hole, Draco missed the sensation instantly and looked back at Voldemort with an expression of such need and desire. He wished he hadn't, as looking at him reminded him vividly of who it was he was making these requests to, reminded him that he didn't actually have any choice in this and reminded him of the danger he was in. Fear flashed across his face.
'I'm going to fuck you Draco Malfoy.' Voldemort hissed. 'I'm going to fuck you hard and I'm going to fuck you over and over again. I'm going to make you come until it hurts. You have begged me to fuck you, and I'm going to do it until you beg me to stop because you can't take any more.'
This was certainly an intimidating prospect, Draco wasn't sure that Voldemort would stop if he begged him to, but he simply whispered,
'Please, my Lord...'
Voldemort pressed the head of his cock to Draco's entrance, which was now reddened and sensitive. He was really going to enjoy doing this to Draco. He pushed his way inside, slowly, just the tip at first, knowing his dick was larger than the 3 fingers he had given Draco moments before. Draco felt this immediately and yelped in pain as he was stretched more than he had been previously. Voldemort wanted to give him a moment to adjust to the new sensation, but holding back was hard as he felt the warm tightness of Draco's ass around the head of his cock. He slowly began to slip his entire length into Draco.
'Fuck!' Thought Draco. 'This really hurts, it really, really hurts and he has only just started. What if I can't take it? He struggled to breath calmly as he tried to adjust his position to help accommodate Voldemort's large dick in his passage. As Voldemort penetrated him fully, Draco was more and more taken over by a deep pain ripping through his body and it caused him to cry out in distress. Before, being entered had felt so good, but this was too much.
Voldemort took hold of his hips and worked slowly back and forth, hissing with pleasure. He was aware of Draco's pain and distress. He found it mildly arousing, and also felt that if he continued Draco would relax and get used to the sensation, then his cries would turn to pleasure again.
As he fucked him, the pain did lessen as Draco got used to being so filled. The intense stinging turned to a tingling sensation around his ring, and the stretching of his passage began to feel more arousing than uncomfortable. As his cries became less anxious, Voldemort responded with a deep thrust, more forceful than the previous ones. The head of his cock assaulted Draco's prostate and Draco almost came instantly, screaming in pleasure. Voldemort took from this that Draco was ready, at last, and he began to fuck him in earnest. He drove deep into him with hard punishing thrusts, slamming his hips against Draco's cheeks. Draco screamed again and again as he was repeatedly pounded, almost losing it completely as Voldemort hit the spot inside him.
His thrusts got faster and faster and he gripped Draco's hip bones so tightly that Draco began to bruise instantly. Voldemort was so strong and Draco fairly light and slim, he felt almost as if he was a rag doll as Voldemort dragged his hips back and then slammed him forwards into the pillow.
'This what you wanted, Draco?' Barked Voldemort, as Draco struggled to remain on his knees through the force of Voldemort's thrusts.
'Yes!' Draco found himself saying, although Voldemort was fucking him so hard now it was not easy to speak. It felt rough and degrading, but it felt arousing too. Draco felt wanted because of the desperate way Voldemort was taking him, and he was hitting Draco's prostate with his cock over and over, pushing Draco towards orgasm.
'Going to.. come...' Draco managed to gasp.
'Yes, come for me Draco. ' Growled Voldemort. I'm going to make you come for me all night!'
He pulled Draco up by his shoulders so that Draco's back rested against his chest. Voldemort had Draco in his lap and continued to fuck him with sharp upward thrusts. He reached his cold hand round to Draco's cock and began to tug him.
Panting and breathless, Draco flopped back against Voldemort's chest...
'Ohhhhh, Gods!' He moaned as Voldemort began to work on his dick.
The combined stimulation of his ass and his cock soon overtook him. The Dark Lord gave him a particularly deep thrust, hammering into the bundle of nerves in Draco's ass, driving him to the most intense orgasm of his life. Draco nearly passed out as his fluid sprayed over the bed before him.
'Fuck, oh fuck yes!' He gasped.
Voldemort had slowed his thrusting for a moment, to feel Draco's passage contract around him as he came, he rode Draco's climax with him, but had not come himself.
Making Draco come had been exhilarating. He found Draco quite irresistible, and had done since he had first set eyes on him at the Manor. He knew then, he had to have him. He understood completely why Draco's parents had wanted their son safely locked away! Voldemort particularly got off on the fact that Draco was Lucius's son. Lucius had been getting far too confident and sure of the Dark Lords favour recently. It would take him down a peg or two to know that the Dark Lord was fucking his only son, and Voldemort fully intended to make a regular habit of it. The circumstances made the sex all the more arousing.
Giving Draco very little time to recover, he flung him down onto his hands again and took hold of his waist roughly. He pushed Draco down hard so that he was laying on his front and Voldemort continued to pound him from behind. It was more uncomfortable like this, even for Voldemort as Draco felt tighter, especially as he continued to twitch with pleasure after his climax. Voldemort showed no signs of slowing or finishing, Draco arched his back to allow Voldemort to penetrate him more deeply. Draco gripped the pillow in front of him and hugged it hard, failing to fight back cries of ecstasy as the dark lord relentlessly fucked him.
'There's no way in hell I should be enjoying this!' Draco thought to himself, but it was physically overwhelming, and whatever Voldemort did to him felt so mind meltingly hot, Draco simply gave himself over to it.
He blamed himself for the whole situation, as he felt he had not resisted Voldemort at all. Partly because he thought he might be killed, that was a factor, but also because of more shameful reasons. He had tried to play Voldemort at his own game, and failed catastrophically. Then he had felt desperate to be touched again, and had only put up minimal resistance because he worried his parents would hear. Today, Voldemort had practically abducted him from home, hit him and thrown him across the room like a toy before screwing him, and he had never once even tried to say 'no.'
'I'm definitely going to go to hell.' Thought Draco as he felt himself getting hard again, only minutes after he had come.
Draco managed to prop himself up on his elbows and he flicked his blond hair back, which was wet with sweat. Voldemort drove into him hard with a steady rhythm, making him moan with pleasure.
'That's so good... You feel so good! You feel... Gods!... Amazing!' Draco panted.
Draco had been frightened about being fucked, as Voldemort had said he would fuck Draco all night and Draco had been scared it would hurt. Now Draco found himself hoping the Dark Lord was as good as his word. Draco hated himself.
'You fuck so good! My gods, you're amazing!' He whimpered.
Voldemort smiled internally at the adorable things Draco said. He had said "you feel so good" and "you're amazing"... Definitely not what people usually said, or were meant to say, when Voldemort fucked them. Even the willing followers he had fucked from time to time usually kept up their cowering servant roles throughout. Draco did address him directly as "my Lord" but he spoke to him like a lover. It was charmingly naive of him.
'You love it don't you?' Voldemort laughed.
'Yes, fuck, yes!' Answered Draco. 'It feels so good, please, don't stop!'
'Not going to, sweetheart.' Voldemort replied and ploughed deep into Draco with one long hard stroke. Draco screamed and felt himself coming again.
'Yes, Draco!' Hissed Voldemort, feeling him contract around him once more. 'Good boy! Come for me!'
This time after Draco climaxed, Voldemort did withdraw from him, which gave the delirious Draco a moment or two to recover, although he was not sure he wanted to ever recover, not fully. He certainly did not want to ever return to thinking logically and have to face the reality of what he had done. He had mere moments to catch his breath, before Voldemort encouraged him over onto his back. Voldemort wanted to see Draco's face and be able to watch his expression next time he climaxed. Draco lifted his knees up and Voldemort grabbed his ankles, securing him there. Draco was young, lithe and flexible and it was easy to push his knees up to his shoulders, making his abused ass all the more easy to access.
Voldemort thrust his cock deep into Draco, getting amazing penetration in this new position. He hit Draco's sweet spot right away but Draco had come twice now, so intensely, he was not sure how much more he could take. He writhed with pleasure as Voldemort screwed him hard and fast, forcefully restraining his wrists now, for no reason other than for the fun of it. Draco didn't mind at first but the sensations in his body were building again and becoming too much. Voldemort watched his face flush and he screwed his eyes shut, trying to lessen the sensory overload he was experiencing. From this position he had to look directly into Voldemort's face too, and that was terrifying him but also making him feel like getting hard again. Draco felt afraid, he didn't think it would be physically possible for him to come again, but the constant abuse of his prostate had him going that way. He felt his head swimming and he felt like he might faint. He opened his eyes to try to remain conscious and found that he was looking directly into Voldemort's eyes. Draco's deep grey eyes widened with fear and arousal. He tried to focus but as the feelings ripping through his body became more intense, he began to see black spots in front of his eyes and he felt his body temperature rise far too fast...
'Please...' He panted 'Oh, gods!... Too much! I can't...' His whole body began to convulse.
The fear in his wide eyes and the convulsive trembling of his delicate body as he was forced to reach his third orgasm was too much for Voldemort. Seeing Draco's pretty face, flushed with heat and desire, and hearing him finally admit that the pleasure was too much, drove Voldemort climax with Draco. Draco had not imagined he could have felt anything more deeply than the first orgasm Voldemort had given him as he fucked him, but feeling the Dark Lord come inside him took things to a whole new level. He felt Voldemort pump his come into him, felt it flow out of his throbbing cock and fill his passage. Draco blacked out, although only for a moment.
After Draco's momentary lapse of consciousness, Voldemort climbed off him and sat back, watching him. Draco was not sure he could move, but he felt embarrassed in the position he was in so he fought with his bruised aching body to move into a seated position, his knees drawn up.
Delighted, Voldemort though he would never forget how Draco looked in that moment. Dazed, confused, flushed, bruised and marked, his eyes still tear stained, his hair was matted at the back by the friction from the pillow, making it stick up all over. Despite this, Draco looked thoroughly satisfied and like he probably just wanted to sleep for a few days to recover. Voldemort half smiled. Draco had been more satisfying to fuck than he had dared to imagine, and this was only the first time. He handed Draco a short black dressing gown and Draco gratefully wrapped it around his trembling shoulders. Voldemort gestured towards a door on the far side of the room.
'Go to the bathroom, Draco, love.' He said calmly. 'Wash your face, you look like you need to cool down a little.'
Draco did not know how, but somehow his bruised and shaking legs managed to carry him there and he was inside the bathroom with the door locked before he collapsed on the floor.