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Warnings: Consensual Rape (if there is such a thing), Monster Sex
Chapter Seven: Demon Seed
It was a lonely and dusky night; the air was stale with the promise of the evil that was to come. It was the middle of a forest with empty trees that spoke of death and desolation and in the middle of clearing stood two people. One of them was tall man; he was lean and graceful with long black hair and cold green eyes. The other could not be called a man; he was demon, tall, skinny with pale, ashen and very scaly skin He also had a long curved tail that whipped around. His eyes were molten red, shining brightly in the darkness.
"I pledge my self to you, oh dark one," The man told the demon.
"You pledge yourself soul and body Morfyn ap Rhain?" The demon asked in a cold calculating voice.
"Yes, I do," Morfyn, replied, his voice trembling a little.
"Get on your knees," the demon commanded.
Morfyn dropped to his knees and recited, "I willingly receive your seed Azazel that we may join in power. I take your blood willingly that I make become part of you. "
Azazel laughed a cruel and nasty laugh that sent spine tingling sensations down Morfyn's back.
"Well rise, only through lust and blood can you attain my power. Be ready for the consequences."
"I am ready, Dark One. I will do anything to defeat my brother. I will show him who is more powerful. Emry shall not be king for long," Morfyn said fervently, his eyes alight with envy and lust for power.
"Yes with my power you will defeat your brother so let's start this ritual. Morfyn, kiss me."
Morfyn shuddered as Azazel opened his mouth and long black, slimy tongue came out. He closed his eyes and approached the Demon. The tongue entered his mouth wet, gross, and nauseating. Azazel kissed him angrily as he passed copious amounts of saliva into Morfyn's mouth. When the kiss ended, it took great effort on Morfyn's part to not throw up.
Azazel then spoke, "Disrobe and get on your hands and knees for the ritual to be completed and if I am to transfer you some of my powers we must share the three fluids saliva, semen and blood."
There was fear on Morfyn's face but he disrobed and got on his hands and knees and it was well that he did not see Azazel get naked, for his cock was a monstrosity. It was long, slim, and black and just like his tongue it was slimy. It looked like a worm and it squirmed and undulated by itself as if it had a life of its own. Azazel approached Morfyn and muttered a lubrication spell. With no other preparation, he positioned his cock just outside Morfyn's arsehole and in one thrust, penetrated him. The piercing screams mingled with the incantation that Azazel muttered and a sickly yellow light began to surround them. The demon, still thrusting into Morfyn, cut his wrist vein and leaned forward to make Morfyn drink. The yellow light got brighter and Azazel's thrusts became harsher, the incantation flowing from his lips faster and faster. Fast reaching his culmination Azazel thrust one last time into Morfyn and came. With the last component of the ritual given and taken the yellow light exploded around them.
Harry Potter woke.
A sweaty Potter looked around confused and then realized he was in bed. That had been the longest and oddest dream he had since finding the book. He did not know what it all meant but he did not like the dreams. They seemed to imply something dark within him but Harry Potter hoped that he would never cross into the darkness. It was the middle of November, the Christmas holidays were fast approaching and Harry was looking forward to the peace and quiet of being alone and not being pestered by his friends. Yes, his friends who could not even tell him they were dating. To tell the truth Harry did not much care at this point. He thought back at the many times Ron had failed the loyal friendship test and while Hermione had never abandoned him or doubted him, her loyalties lay solely with Ron.
He had been walking by himself on the grounds, as he did so often now, when he spied two people kissing. He meant to pay no mind but he had recognized the bushy hair of Hermione and the unmistakable red hair of Ron. For a moment he had thought of interrupting them and demanding why they had not shared this with him when he remembered that he had not confided in them for a while now. He had ignored the pair and walked on.
On his lonely walk, he had also noticed Professor Snape following him close by. The man had kept his word; he really was keeping an eye on Harry. Harry did not mind though and he half hoped that Severus would find his secret and that he would have someone to share it with and perhaps someone to help him find the answers he so desperately needed now. Harry was not proud of an incident. It had involved a Hogsmeade weekend. Hermione and Ron had gone on without him no doubt they considered this outing a date. Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas and Neville had invited him to come along with them. He had politely declined preferring to keep alone, or so he would have been if his new Defense against the Dark Arts Professor had not chosen that moment to speak with him.
"Hullo Harry,"
"Hullo Bill, umm sorry, I mean Hello Professor Weasley."
"It's all right Harry; outside of class you can still call me Bill."
Harry smile, "Thanks."
"Are you fine Harry? Why are you by yourself?"
"I am fine Bill. I just wanted to be alone and think for a while," Harry had said not wanting to reveal that Hermione and Ron had abandoned him.
"We could walk together to Hogsmeade, if you don't mind Harry." Bill had suggested.
Harry had simply nodded. He walked with Bill to Hogsmeade. They had talked about Quidditch, the defense classes. It had been a nice chat and Harry not wishing to be amongst the throng of people had steered Bill towards the Shrieking Shack. They had been alone or so they thought. Harry never stopped to consider that being away from the castle would loosen its magical hold over his hunger lust and so it was moments later that Harry became very hungry and like a starving man he had jumped Bill and fed off him. His hunger had been so bad that he had fed and fed, not noticing Bill was having spasms and that his breathing was becoming shallow. He would have no doubt claimed a second victim if not for the gasp he heard. He looked up and expecting to see Severus, instead he saw a pale Draco Malfoy. He was slightly disappointed for today being of all the days for Severus not to trail him and vastly relieved because he had not killed again. He motioned Draco over and the blond, trembling, had come to Harry. There was fear in his eyes, yes, but there was also a glint of desire and greed and Harry once more thought 'Power bequests Power'.
"Draco do you know any healing charms. Anything to restore some energy to him?" Harry had asked hoarsely.
"Er, to restore full energy no, but a simple healing spell might help a bit," Draco had said, his voice trembling.
"Do it and then go. I will meet with you later and explain everything to you. I have made my decision. I know you don't know what I am saying right now, but there is no time to chat."
Draco had nodded and performed the healing spell and while he was walking away, Harry had called out, "And Draco not a word to anybody. I have killed before and I won't hesitate to do it again." Harry had said his voice cold, although it had caused him trouble to say it that way. He still felt bad about killing that Muggle girl in fact, he had purposely not thought about it and now he had almost killed again. Draco had nodded his understanding and had walked off.
Ten minutes later Bill had come to and had asked Harry, "What happened?"
"I don't know Bill you just passed out. I think you have been working to hard. You need to slow down," Harry had said, concern in his voice.
"I suspect you are right Harry," Bill had said, still a little puzzled.
Later that day when Harry had gotten back to the castle he had gone to look for Draco but he needed not look much further. It seemed that Draco was looking for him as well. Harry had looked around and made sure that Severus was nowhere near they, although he rather hoped to be telling his secrets to the Potions Master than to Draco.
"Draco follow me and make sure no one can tell we are going somewhere together."
"I am not stupid Potter."
"Oh just belt up and get a move on."
He would have told all of his secrets that day to Draco but Severus had just turned the corner and began walking towards him and Draco quickly left.
"Mr. Potter, were you fighting with Mr. Malfoy?"
"He was as usual being a downright prat, Sir."
"10 points off Gryffindor for fighting," Snape said silkily.
"Bastard, why are you such a prick Snape?" Harry snapped but his heart was not really in it.
"20 more for disrespect to a teacher and a detention as well," Snape had smirked.
Harry took a deep breath. That smirk had gotten his lust compulsion up. He glared at the Potions Master and Severus glared back. Their eyes met for the third time and Harry took a step towards Severus intending to kiss him. Severus took a sharp breath and for a moment, confusion showed in his eyes but he quickly schooled his expression into his usual cold mask and he snapped, "No more getting into trouble Mr. Potter."
He whirled around and strode off; Harry exhausted, angry and upset did not try to stop him. He was so tired he did not bother to look for Draco again. He thought, 'Tomorrow, I will talk to him tomorrow'. He just hoped that the blond could keep his mouth shut, Harry did not want to hurt anyone again but if Draco broke confidence, he would be one dead ferret. Harry just hoped that tomorrow when they talked they could figure out a way for Harry not to hurt the people who cared about him. As he walked to his common room he made a resolution, he would not hurt his friends or another innocent. He told himself he really cared, but a part of him was willing to give into his darkness. He would just have to wait and see what tomorrow would bring.