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Chapter Fourteen
"It's not a sin
If it doesn't make me cry."
"Drink the Water" By Justin Cross
They laid Cygnus Black to rest, and the wake celebrating his life was ending. Abraxas caught sight of a shock of platinum blond sticking out amongst the crowd. His son and the other boys had come sliding through the side door, thoroughly disheveled. "Our sons have returned," he quietly remarked to Daemon and Simon. "What do you suppose those little bastards have been up to?"
Daemon eyed his son suspiciously, "I detect the remnants of a 'Tergeo' and a few other cleaning spells, …. not a bad job, but suspicious."
The group of boys split with Theo making a beeline for his father. Lucius and Antonin were disappearing in the throng of mourners giving condolences to the Lady Black.
"I had thought perhaps some of this thick fog felt a bit like Lucius' doing."
"Should we let it go this time?" Daemon turned to Abraxas.
"I think so. I mean really …...what sort of nefarious deeds could a pack of eleven-year-old kids be up too?"
Daemon chuckled, "Being that those little bastards are ours, I would say plenty…...Although I doubt they're out murdering muggles."
"Not yet anyway," Simon raised his glass to Daemon.
"Hey, I'm taking Theo and Rodolphus back to school tomorrow. Want to bring the boys and tag along?"
"I think they would enjoy that…... Are we still on for drinks after this wraps up?" Abraxas glanced at Simon; his friend needed to come clean to the rest of the group for this charade to work.
"I'll open the floo to my private rooms, say around nine?" Daemon pulled his son into a playful headlock, "Let me get my demon spawn tucked in." Daemon tickled his son, eliciting squawks of protest. "See you in a few."
They made their way to the apparition point, Daemon with one arm wrapped around his son's shoulders.
"Now where do you suppose our spawn are?" Abraxas scanned the room for the platinum hair once again when it appeared from under his arm. Lucius embraced his father, colliding with him, "Mum wants to go home."
Abraxas kissed his son on the head and knocked back the whiskey in his hand, "Go get your Mother, we'll apparate together."
Alexander was leaning heavily against his father. Simon ruffled his hair, "Gather your Mum as well and meet me at the front door." He nudged his son toward the group of women. "I'll inform Rein, and see if I can get Tom to settle the children and Lady Black."
Abraxas sighed deeply," Do we need to invite him to this?"
Simon grimaced, "Yes, he's beginning to think we're up to something…. So, we need to act like nothing is wrong and he's our newest best mate …so, you and I will get to Daemon's early, bring the rest up to date. Bring out the Ogden's and play nice.
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Gathered in Daemon's private study, Simon stood casually leaning into a desk, swirling the bourbon in his glass. He knew Daemon well enough to expect an explosion from the news. Thankfully, Conall sat next to Daemon; his arm draped protectively around his friend. Simon wondered if they had progressed in their relationship. From the look of it, they had.
Conall was the voice of reason for his fiery friend and always up for good game of deception.
Then there was Reinhard. Reinhard in the last few weeks had become good mates with Tom, and Simon was unsure of the man's loyalties at this point. Simon sipped at his whiskey and contemplated on how to start this conversation. He needed to get this over with. Time was running out, Tom was taking the children and Lady Black back to the Lestrange Estate and would be arriving shortly.
Abraxas stood next to him propped against the desk, "Go on Simon, best to get it over with."
"Like pulling off a bandage mate," Anatoly smirked from where he lounged on the couch.
"Simon, you're beginning to make me nervous," Conall plucked Daemon's wand from the holster in his waistband, "There, does that help… I've disarmed him, now get on with it?"
Daemon yelped, "Hey, give it back!"
"Yes, it does help," Simon finished off his drink and poured another and preceded to tell all to his friends. Catching everyone to speed, he was surprised at how relaxed Daemon was.
Daemon grinned, a dreadful, evil grin, "I knew there was something about that bastard I didn't like…... I promise I won't kill him …. unless you want me too of course."
"No, my friend. We need him alive…...It's not just finding where he's keeping his Horcruxes, more importantly, it's tracking down the party responsible for giving him that spell…." Simon paused and surveyed the room.
"Our latest intel suggests there are other so-called Dark Lords attempting to gather supporters in the States as well as on the Continent, not just here. What this has to do with muggleborns is yet to be determined."
Simon regarded Reinhard, "What about you Rein, are you with us?"
"I'm slightly offended; you question my loyalties, Simon?" Reinhard smirked, his finger tapping lightly on the tumbler, "We've been mates since we were in nappies …. I think I should be the one questioning yours…." Reinhard's jaw clenched, "The only reason that man is in my home is on Abraxas' request. He makes me nervous around Helen… That child's been through enough... As well as her Aunt."
Glaring at Daemon, he added in a menacing tone, "I take it Miss Jillian is safely hidden away for the evening?"
"Sound asleep on the other side of the Manor mate…... I had the elf slip her a little sleeping draught in her tea." Daemon ignored the tone.
"She's become quite the little pet, hasn't she?" Reinhard's snarky remark thickened the already tense room.
Daemon moved to the edge of his seat. Pulling away from Conall, he snarled, "Are you, jealous old man? Because it appears that the Lady Black was all too happy to warm your bed, quickly I might add…. Would you like to share Miss Jillian? Conall and I don't mind if you want to climb into bed with us…... Fuck all. We'll make it a foursome!" Daemon hissed.
The only sound within the room now was the slow ticking of Reinhard's fingers on the glass.
"I would never betray any of you, Reinhard," Simon's even tenor broke the silence. He swept the room with his gaze, "That's why I'm telling you all this, I need you with me… I can't do this alone."
Daemon sucked a breath through his teeth, "So, what happened with Cygnus?" Glaring now at Simon, "That wouldn't happen to any of us, now would it?" His brows knitted together. Thanks to Reinhard he was getting agitated, he needed a drink.
"No! …. No, that was an unfortunate necessity …. Something I couldn't avoid …... collateral damage…I wasn't behind Bella's abduction nor was I behind Anatoly's little incident." Simon held his relaxed stance against the desk, "That was all Tom."
Reinhard glanced over at Abraxas, "You're good with this?"
He answered with a single nod.
The fireplace in the next room roared to life, and Abraxas stood from his perch, "We can discuss this further at another time… Now, let's all go play nice, gentleman."
Daemon snatched his wand back from Conall and slipped out from under his arm, jumping to his feet, "I can play nice. Can you?"
Daemon placed his hands on either side of Conall's shoulders, leaning in and giving Conall a chaste peck. Conall pulled him down, grasping the back of his head and roughly snogging his friend. Daemon hissed and tried to pull back.
"I thought you liked it rough?" Conall growled, nipping at Daemon's lip.
"Let's find out if Tom likes it rough," Daemon smirked, and the demon began to purr.
Daemon pulled away from Conall and looked around the room at the faces of his best mates, a look of defiance in his eyes, daring anyone to say anything. "What?... You can all fuck off." Immediately defensive, he reached down and took Conall by the hand, pulling him to his feet and draping an arm on his shoulder. "That's right. We're officially fucking…...You don't like it…. You fucking tossers, you can all fuck off!"
His friends were chuckling as they all stood to meet Tom. Simon placed his hands on Daemon's face and kissed his forehead, "No one fucking cares mate…Really it's about fucking time." Simon punched Daemon on the shoulder, "I personally, do not want Conall's giant prick anywhere near my arse, but I'm happy for you mate… Now, let the show begin!"
Daemon occluded all thoughts and greeted Tom as he entered the room, "Glad you could join us this time my friend." The smile was genuine when he shook his hand, "Anatoly's saved some entertainment from the other night." Daemon's eyes glittered seductively, "As I've said before, you are more than welcome to join in."
Tom's tongue stroked his bottom lip, "I was hoping for an invitation …perhaps a drink first?" However, a slight apprehension tainted his voice.
Conall flicked his wand at the tall black liquor cabinet, levitating several bottles of Ogden's Finest, ignoring the crystal tumblers. The Firewhiskey would flow like the blood they were about to spill.
Conall could not see her, but he felt her icy fingers caress the back of his neck. He could smell her perfume; lilacs, and sunshine laced with the iron tang of blood. Aurora would often slither into his thoughts. She would whisper in his ear, her favorite tune and he would begin to sing, the soft tenor of his voice floated through the room…...
"She wore bluuuuue velvet …...
Bluer than velvet was the night….
Softer than satin was the light…... from the stars…
Whoa…. Oh, ohhhh…
She wore bluuuuue velvet…"
Snatching a bottle as it floated by, he stepped behind Daemon. Wrapping an arm around his waist, he pulled him close kissing under his jaw, still humming the haunting melody. Conall could feel the demon stirring. The faint scent of sulfur wafted through the room, and his cock twitched. The demon wanted to taste Tom's blood, and he felt the beast squirming beneath his friend's skin, "Easy love." Whispering in Daemon's ear, he handed him the bottle of whiskey. If Tom joined them, he would be in for one hell of a ride. Conall nipped at Daemon's neck, feeling him shudder. The demon peered at him from behind those soft, brown eyes, waiting for a chance to pounce.
"Gentlemen, if you'll follow me, we'll take this party down below...I'd like to introduce Tom to Anatoly's special room." Daemon pulled out of the embrace and opened the main door to the hall. Sconces along the wall flickered with weak light. Curtains floated on the soft voices trickling from the shadows as they hummed along with Conall's tune. The ghosts of Nott Manor remained terrified of the demon and the violence he brought out of the darkness with him.
Making their way down the long halls, Tom stepped nervously alongside Abraxas. Their boots were echoing with each step. This was his second visit to the ominous Nott Manor, and the cold shadows and the constant whispers unnerved him. He felt the gentle brush of fingertips as he passed a darkened corner. An involuntary shudder danced up his spine. The hair stood on the back of his neck. He glared into the darkness and hissed at the shimmering girl in the bloody gown. Her outstretched hand jerked back she * squeaked *and faded into black. He had enough ghosts of his own to contend with, and he had no desire to play with Daemons
.
Conall caught up to Daemon and looped a protective arm around him once more. He didn't care if this came across as possessive. On the contrary, it was for everyone else's protection. If Daemon lost control, he was one of the few wizards that could stop him. And according to Simon, they needed Tom alive.
For Theo's safety Daemon warded his doors to the dungeons heavily. It took Daemon a few moments to take them down. Lights flickered to life illuminating the stone staircase. The temperature plummeted, becoming damp as the men followed their host farther into the catacombs. They passed the doorways that led to their private rooms.
The plan was to take Tom into Anatoly's laboratory, to witness firsthand the diabolic curse on a guilty soul. Simon smiled, he would get to play again.
She hung like a living puppet on wires from the center of Anatoly's lab. Dirty blonde hair was hanging in clumps of rotting flesh and clotted blood, her eyes still vivid and bright and stared through patches of decay and bone. The flesh had melted from her face. Tongue and lips had rotted off long ago. The gag forced her mouth to gape and inhibited her sounds. Anatoly had been there to witness when her screams had faded to the sickly mewling that was dribbling from the hole where her mouth once was.
"It's a new curse I've had been perfecting using a muggle disease called necrotizing fasciitis… It is simple, I manipulated the bacteria already found on human skin, gave it an opening and the incantation 'Caro Perdere.' And flesh melted from the bone. Right now, it's rather slow I'm afraid."
Tom was fascinated, snickering as she gurgled at his prodding, "Well she seems to be alive. . . . . How is that possible?" Revulsion on his face, "How long has she been like this?" Poking at the living corpse with a stirring rod, the body jerked forward, popping and squishing, a sucking sound as it spilled entrails and bubbled thick purulence onto the stone floor.
Jumping back before the gore ruined his shoes, Tom gagged with the stench of rot washing over him.
The woman let out an agonizing groan, her terrified eyes darting in Anatoly's direction.
"Four days. . . . . As for keeping her alive, I attached another curse to trap the soul in the body. . . . It's an old necromancer trick my grandmother taught me. . . . . She'll stay alive until I release her." Anatoly crouched down examining the pile of gore, "Sorry Simon, not much left of her cunt...I think most of it fell the fuck out...Course you could always stick it in her eye socket, and skull fuck the cunt."
The room erupted in laughter.
"Uuggg! What are you going to do with her?" Tom coughed.
The men in the room all turned an eye on Simon lounging on Anatoly's desk, "Fuck you, bloody fucking wankers…. I wouldn't fuck that manky slag with Daemon's cock!"
Daemon howled with laughter pointing at the muggle woman, "Put some heels on this bitch, I'll put up a pole, and she can dance for us." Her feet could no longer find purchase against the stone. With the puddle of slick gore at her feet, she would slide back and forth, bouncing against the wires, nothing more than a dancing puppet.
A sudden look of concern crossed Tom's face, "Shouldn't we put her out of her misery?"
"Really Tom?" Abraxas looked shocked, "I didn't think compassion was part of your vocabulary."
Anatoly shook his head, "She raped children and sold them to pedophiles. She deserves to hang here and suffer… she deserves brutal fucking while she dies a slow, agonizing death. But apparently, Simon does have some limits to his depravity."
"I'm not sticking my prick in that bloody, fucking, rotten cunt…. Now, can I go pick out something halfway pretty, and you can show off that other fucking curse. They were fun to fuck…...whatever the fucking black shite is, it lubes them up, makes them hot and slick. It is a bloody bitch to get off in the shower though."
Anatoly laughed, "That's because you're a wicked bastard and the curse knows it. It just wasn't cast on you. So, it can't hurt you." Still chuckling, Anatoly cast a containment charm over the dancing corpse. "The smell is annoying… go find your pretty thing…... I think the second cell on the left has the cute redhead we found pictures of."
Tom cocked his head, "Another child rapist?" His gaze wandered around the room. The wires suspending the muggle woman disappeared into the darkness above. Several heavy iron cages lined the far wall, a set of stocks on a small platform, iron rings attached in strategic places along the carved stone floor. A wall of books, a workbench against another wall, cauldrons simmering with a dark blue liquid, and a desk with one small stool were all the furniture in Anatoly's laboratory. It was the floor that drew his attention. Lines swirled in intricate patterns from various points in the room, all joining at the epicenter where Tom was standing. Blood grooves, like a slaughterhouse, ran beneath his custom leather shoes.
"We found evidence, photographic evidence, and she liked to use toys on the children. Adult toys. So the curse will work with impunity on this soulless cunt." Anatoly's voice brought his attention back to the hanging women, "She can watch!"
Simon took a long pull from the bottle before handing it over to Abraxas, "Are we all doing this here?"
Abraxas was perched on the corner of the desk, leaning on the wall, "Yes…..why don't we make this a proper party and bring a few more guests?"
"Would you be up for that Tom?" Daemon had moved in behind him, standing close and purring into his ear. Tom could smell the sulfur and feel Daemon's cock twitch against his thigh.
Tom turned around to Daemon, dipped his head down in the hollow at the base of the other man's neck, and inhaled deeply. "It's your little garden party Daemon," he growled. "I'll play whatever games you like."
Daemon chuckled, "I didn't think you played those types of games, Tom."
Tom flicked his tongue, just catching the tip of Daemon's ear, "Ohhh . . . . . . I think you would be shocked at the types of games I like to play Lord Nott."
An animalistic growl escaped Daemon's lips, and Tom took a step back, staring hard. Attempting to break into the other man's mind. Instead, he found himself mesmerized by the creature staring back at him through Daemon's eyes.
In a normal situation, Conall would have stepped behind Tom, and the two of them would tear him apart. As it was, this was not the case. They needed Tom alive. It was up to Conall to make sure his lover didn't take the game too far. Placing a hand on Daemon's shoulder, trying to break the tense standoff, "Come on Lover, let's be good hosts and go pick out some party guests." Conall felt the demon pulsating beneath Daemon's skin, straining to break free, "Easy mate."
Daemon reined in the beast, his shoulders relaxed. Grinning, he broke the eye contact with Tom and spinning on a heel, as he let Conall steer him toward the door.
Conall exhaled in relief, "Reinhard, help us out."
The door shut behind Anatoly leaving Tom alone with Abraxas. He turned to the blond man, "What the bloody hell was that?"
Abraxas was still lounging nonchalantly on the desk, "That's just Daemon."
"No, …. You know what I'm talking about."
"I'm not sure I do Tom."
"You saw it …I know you did!"
"And like I said, Tom….. That's just Daemon." His friend's secret was his own to share.
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Simon led the way through the darkness. The redhead he was searching for, cowered in a dark corner of the damp cell naked, blindfolded, and terrified.
Simon vanished her shackles with a wave of his hand and reached down grabbing hold of her ankle, hauling her out of the cell. She screamed, thrashed, and kicked against his grip. Laughing, he let her loose, letting her scramble to her feet, letting her pull off the blindfold and bolt down the hallway running head first into the arms of Anatoly.
She gasped, and he slammed her into the rock wall. His hand clamped down on her slender throat, "Now just where do you think you're running off to Zajchik?...So rude, I have a party planned… just for you my little bunny."
Stunned, she panted against the wall, trembling as he shoved his weight onto her. Sticking a hand between her legs, he thrust his fingers into her pussy with the same force he was applying to her throat. Her hands clawed weakly at his, unable to break his grip. Anatoly lowered his face to her cheek. Sliding his tongue across it, he kissed her gently on the mouth.
She whimpered against his lips pleading, "Please let me go…. please I'll do anything ….. just please don't hurt me…."
"Is this what the children cried to you?" He whispered back.
"No…Please …No, I never hurt any of the children….Please, it was my sister, not me … I can give you information …Please don't hurt me. I'll tell you everything, everything …I swear it…. I can show you where they keep the witches….." Her eyes shut tightly as she continued to mutter and plea for her life.
"Simon," Anatoly loosened his grip on the woman, "I need you. We need a room, a private room and now."
"What is it Toly?"
"She knows about the witches, says she has information."
Simon turned around looking for Daemon or Conall in the dim light of the dungeon. They were at the end of the hallway dragging back two muggle men, both stunned and bloodied, "Can you two distract Tom for a bit?"
Daemon looked as if he wanted to question him and then reconsidered, "Sure thing mate, what do I tell him?"
"Say I wanted some alone time ….. before the show."
"And Toly? How do I explain your absence?" Daemon smirked.
"Tell him I don't like an audience," Anatoly chuckled back. "Daemon, do you have a private room I can take her to?"
"Get her out of the dungeons, take her to my study on the second floor…. I trust you'll be filling us in later?"
Simon put his hand on Daemon's shoulder, "No more secrets mate, as soon as I know …. You'll know."
"Apparate, it's faster." He grinned back.
Anatoly was still holding the redhaired woman by the throat but had removed his hand from between her legs when they apparated into Daemons study. Having never apparated in her life she violently retched bile onto Anatoly's leather boots. He sighed heavily and sat her in a large soft chair. She squealed when he pointed his wand at her, sending a scorgify at the mess.
Anatoly paced in front of her, occasionally sending her murderous glances. The woman said nothing, keeping her gaze on the floor. She never saw Anatoly coming as he pounced on top of her, pointing his wand at her temple. He whispered the dark curse, sending the ink black tendrils into her bloodstream on a course straight to her heart.
Simon muttered, "Bloody hell," under his breath. He had hoped to question the bitch before Anatoly hit her with his curse. Now all he could do was watch and hope she had been telling the truth.
Just like Jillian the curse changed her eyes, turning them black, dripping dark tears. She was sobbing on her hands and knees at his feet. Anatoly watched as the curse slowly receded from her arms and her face. Her once green eyes were still a solid inky blackness. Just like Jillian, she was in fact innocent.
Simon reached for a blanket draped across the couch and wrapped the naked woman in it. He gathered her in his arms, "Feeling like an arsehole again Toly?"
"Little bit… Yeah….But I needed to know."
"Now you do… I can't take her to my place. It will have to be yours."
"I guess we can't very well leave her here now can we?...Bloody fucking hell…..Fine, I'll take her home with me after we question her."
Anatoly pulled up a chair across from the sofa, leaning his elbows on his knees and looking her square in the eyes. "Alright Red, I know you're not lying about being innocent, so tell me now. What is it you know about the witches?"
"My names not Red,…"
"I don't care what your name is!...Tell me what you know!" He bellowed.
Tom flinched as the door burst open. Turning his gaze from Abraxas to watch Daemon drag the muggle to a set of shackles. Conall and Reinhard followed, securing their own muggle to the floor.
"Where's the woman? I thought this was about showing me a new curse?" Tom shot Daemon a questioning look.
"It is." Daemon smirked and unbuttoned his trousers, "But first I thought we could play some of those games we talked about."
Tom picked up a bottle of whiskey and took a long pull. Glancing back to Abraxas, "Joining us?"
Abraxas paused for a moment before answering. It was not his cup of tea, not to say he had never partaken in this sort of game in the past. He had. He preferred women. But leaving Tom alone with Daemon and only Conall to control the demon wasn't something he was comfortable with. Sure, there was Reinhard, but he would be sitting back with his cock in his hand watching the show, no matter the outcome.
Abraxas hopped off the table and took the bottle from Tom, taking a long drink for himself. "Wake'em up Daemon," he said, his hand drifted to the buckle of his breeches hesitating again. There would be no way out of this game…..or was there? "On second thought hold on." Fucking a bound, pathetic muggle on a concrete floor while it bled to death just wasn't his style. Chasing it through a darkened maze while in his Animagus form, that might get his blood hot and his cock hard. He leaned in and quietly asked Tom, "You wouldn't happen to be an Animagus would you?"
Tom grinned back, he cocked his head and transformed into a large chocolate colored snake. Instantly transforming back, "Like that?"
"Just…. like that." The crazy bastard might be fun to play with after all, "I have a suggestion …This just doesn't seem sporting enough, at least for me it doesn't." Waving a hand toward the muggles, "You know me, I love a good chase." He knew he had gained Conall's attention, as the man's Animagus was a hound. "Animagus form only and we split into two teams, Rein can officiate." Nodding to his quiet friend, "How many muggles left Rein? Besides the woman that Simon is currently entertaining?"
"I believe four…..That gives us seven to play with…. Perfect numbers," Reinhard said with a cold smile.
"I get Tom," Daemon quickly added.
"No,…..Daemon, Tom is on my team." Abraxas stared hard at Daemon, daring him to challenge, "We snakes need to stick together."
Conall once again defused his hot-tempered lover. Placing an arm around his shoulders, he leaned into him, "Thought you wanted to play with me tonight?...Come on. We can beat these two easily."
Daemon's body may have relaxed, but his eyes remained hardened, "Best of seven with the fastest time or do we turn them all loose at the same time and the team with the most wins?"
"Team with the most wins!" Simon strutted through the door, with Anatoly just behind him, breaking even more of the tension apart. "Toly and I are in!"
"Where's your girl?" Tom asked the pair.
"Saving her for later…. This looks more fun, ….. Would not have taken you for an Animagus Tom…. But, damn happy that you are…. Makes you more fun to play with… Are you registered?" Simon was bubbling with excitement. Using the perfect opportunity to draw the attention away from the red-haired woman and their delay.
"No, and few know about it… and I don't plan on anyone else outside present company knowing either." Tom pulled a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his waistcoat and passed them around. Daemon reluctantly took one.
"None of us are registered," Simon added while lighting the smoke with the end of his wand. "Abraxas …you want to lay down the rules for Tom while we get the bloody hell out this Merlin forsaken dungeon? Toly and I'll grab the last four."
Abraxas took the offered smoke and strolled to the door eager to get above ground, "With pleasure….. and Daemon, levitate the bastards. I want them in top running condition." Holding the door open for the rest of the group, he began to give Tom the run down, "As I stated Animagus form only…..bodies must be returned to the starting point in order to count….. and you must stay within the confines of the maze….the team with the most muggles typically wins….. but this time let's make things a bit more interesting. Let's make each muggle worth a hundred points. And an extra hundred points possible for maximum creativity," Abraxas grinned wickedly at Tom.
"So, who will be the judge of the creativity?" Tom asked, ducking away from the dark corner with the ghost. He chuckled, hearing the frustrated hiss from the shadows and glimpsing at her shimmering snarl. He blew a kiss in her direction.
"Ahhh, well that will fall to our stoic friend Reinhard," Abraxas looked back and nodded to his quiet friend. "If you get a reaction out of him, then you earn fifty points. If you get an expletive that will earn you another fifty."
Reinhard snorted, "And just how am I to be everywhere for this judging?"
"Dump the memories in a pensieve at the end of the night," Abraxas smirked at him.
Darkened hallways filled with laughter as the men joked with one another. Boot heels clicked softly against the stone floors and up the spiraling staircase, out the garden door, and into a moonlit lawn where the entrance of the maze loomed ahead.
Unceremoniously dumped, Abraxas roused the seven muggles with the wave of his wand. They cowered silently, trembling in the frigid air.
"Before we start," Tom moved to the center of the group nearest to the muggles, "I'd like to contribute something to the festivity…. If I may?
The others nodded in agreement, and Abraxas acknowledged the contribution, "Go ahead, Tom."
"Well, I've never actually done seven before, so the outcome may vary…. But here goes," Tom moved his wand over the terrified muggles. A blue mist snaked between them, slowly transforming each muggle into a hellish mutation of a man and a fluffy forest creature. He changed them all into rabbits. Rabbits that were still half man, still possessing the size of a man with the head of a rabbit. Arms and hands of a man, but legs and the tails of rabbits. Still huddled together, their longs ears swiveling, noses twitching. One finally stood. Testing his legs, he looked about with his large eyes at the stunned wizards. And bounded into the maze. The rest quickly followed.
Reinhard broke the silence with peals of laughter, "That was fucking bloody brilliant!"
"So does this mean Brax and I are up seven hundred points?" Tom asked.
"Yes, yes it does," Reinhard was still chuckling.
Daemon placed his hand on Toms' shoulder, "That was a brilliant piece of transfiguration mate…. Now, let's see if you're as good at hunting them!" Daemon lept into the darkness. The front paws of the wolf hit the ground. First, his black tail disappearing into the maze.
Conall grinned at Tom and became a Fox Hound, barking as he chased after Daemon.
Simon had moved closer to Tom and Abraxas, "Bloody fucking brilliant Tom,….. Hahahaha!...We've got ourselves a game!" Simons whooped with laughter that turned to yipping and a red fox danced at Tom's feet. It pranced and then bounded toward an enormous brown bear lumbering toward the maze entrance.
"I guess we're next then Brax?... You had said down in Anatoly's lab something about snakes sticking together?" Tom was glancing sideways at Abraxas.
"I turn into a large king cobra …. It can be unsettling to some people, you, however….."
"Are a western taipan… or so I've been told."
"Highly venomous?"
"Highly… as yourself."
"That doesn't leave much in the way of a creative repertoire now does it?" Abraxas chuckled.
"Terror can be just as creative as claws my friend. The bite doesn't always have to be fatal…. Shall we join the fray?"
Abraxas' teeth gleamed in the moonlight. His body coiled into itself, and the King stretched out in the cool grass. A full six meters in length, twice the size of the little chocolate snake at his side, yet Tom had ten times the venom.
The world around them became silent. Sounds gave way to vibrations and smell. Everything became sharper. They felt the air shift around them as Reinhard transformed into his owl. Slithering through the dense hedges and unseen by their fellow opponents, Abraxas' keen vision spotted the first man/rabbit. It was munching on the tiny leaves of the hedges. Occasionally the ears would flicker, it would stop and stare into the darkness.
Abraxas slithered closer beneath the brush. Tom, being smaller and lighter, flanking their target, slipped behind him. When the creature turned around at the noise Tom had made, Abraxas glided into the center of the aisleway, raising up to his full height of over three meters, hood flared and growled. The rabbit/man screamed, urine trickled down the furry legs.
A flash of black fur brushed past Abraxas and Daemon had the mutated creature by the throat. With a vicious shake, it was over, snapping its neck.
Daemon tore into the soft tissue lapping at the blood, his bushy black tail wagging. Abraxas growled, dropping back down to the ground with thoughts of biting Daemon on the arse. He wouldn't think it of course. But the thought was there. Instead, he hissed at Tom and began to move off in search of more prey.
Daemon bounded over to the big snake licking the top of his head, trotting off with a wolfish grin. Now Abraxas thought, now he was going to bite Daemon on the arse. It would be a dry bite, but it was going to happen. Abraxas rubbed his face against the wet grass in an attempt to remove the bloody wolf drool.
A full moon hung low in the sky, and the last half man/rabbit had curled itself into a ball at the center of the maze, shivering in the cool night air, bathed in the blood of its cohorts, having witnessed their demise. The wolf and the hound, the fox, and the bear circled their cornered prey. Dark gore-spattered their fur and covered their jaws. Two snakes slithered between the paws of the larger predators and the horned owl perched on a hedge. One by one each wizard transformed, starting with Daemon.
Now in human form, the Demon could unfurl. It had never liked the Animagus. The wolf would not accept it. Breathing in the scent of carnage, the Demon stretched, unbuttoned his trousers, and stroked his cock. Daemon locked eyes with Tom with his hardened dick in his hand, "Ready to play?"
Tom smirked and released his own cock, stroking himself to an enhardened state, eye contact with Daemon never wavering. Never flinching, even when Daemons eyes nictated to the solid black orbs. He approached Daemon, wanting a closer look at the creature he had glimpsed in the dungeons.
Daemon removed his blood-soaked shirt, and the urge to reach out and caress the thing moving just beneath his skin was overwhelming. Tom reached out with both hands, his fingers traced the lines of the other man's collarbones, trailing down his sternum. Splaying across his chiseled chest, his thumbs stroked the hardened nipples. Tom's tongue licked at his bottom lip.
Daemon's skin burned, hot to the touch and the scent of sulfur wafted through the circle. Power emanated from the Demon, and Tom felt it pulsating against the palms of his hands. The Demon purred as Tom explored his chest and Daemon moved a hand downward, sliding the pad of his thumb across the weeping head of Tom's cock. The other hand reached around, slipped inside Tom's trousers, and cupped a cheek, his fingers gently teasing at the seam of his arse. Daemon leaned in licking the blood streak on Tom's jaw. Closing the space between them, he sucked Toms earlobe into his mouth. Nipping at the tender flesh as Conall moved in behind Tom.
Daemon's hand curled around Tom's neck, his fingers slick with precum. Conall's mouth joined his at Tom's neck eagerly sucking at Daemon's wet fingers and pressing his engorged cock against Tom's thigh. Daemon's lips found his and Conall opened his eyes in time to see the last of Daemon slip away before the Demon took over completely.
Tom saw the Demon now as its image shimmered across Daemon's skin, trembling when it slipped its tongue into his mouth. Both terrified and enthralled, he slid his hand down wrapping it around the Demon's hot, hard flesh.
Abraxas moved in quickly, signaling to the others to aid him. They needed a distraction before Tom was torn to pieces. Abraxas grabbed the rabbit creature by its long ears. Its eyes widened, screaming in distress as it squirmed in his grasp, desperate for escape.
The ruckus it created was enough to break the spell the Demon had on Tom. All three now turned toward Abraxas holding the bunny-man in his grasp. Abraxas grinned, "Umm, I believe Toly was going to show you… his… new… curse."
Simon snorted with repeated attempts to stifle his laughter, to no avail. He doubled over, and the contagious laugh spread to Anatoly and Reinhard.
A grin was beginning to grow across Conall's face, "What's so bloody funny Simon?"
"This!...This," he swept his hand across the scene. Seven men standing in a clearing in the moonlight, covered in gore, three with their cocks jutting out, while a muted, man-sized rabbit screamed for its life. The pitiful thing reminded Simon of the Easter Bunny he had seen in a muggle village as a child. "All of this." Gasping for air, "This is the bloody fucking most macabre thing I think I've ever witnessed…. Really Daemon? Are you really going to fuck the Easter Bunny? Because that's some fucked up shite! At least transfigure the poor bloke back before you bugger him to death."
Daemon chuckled and kissed Tom full on the mouth, "I can wait. Come on Tom, let's watch Toly's little show before we bugger the Easter Bunny!" Daemon smirked and tucked himself back into his trousers. Stepping around Tom, he slipped his arm around Conall's waist, and the two men went to stand next to Anatoly. His Demon settled itself back down into Conall's embrace.
Reinhard produced a bottle from the folds of his cloak and, after taking a long pull, he passed it around. "Simon," he asked, "Who or what is the bloody Easter Bunny?"
Simon took the bottle and knocked back the burning liquid, "It's a muggle thing. I'll tell you about it some other time… Alright?"
Seated in a circle on the stone wall surrounding the center of the maze, the wizards watched as Anatoly's wand touched the tip of the bunny man's nose. Its enormous eyes widened as the curse took hold, the black tendrils crept up its limbs and slithered towards the creature's heart. Viscous black fluid dripped from every orifice. Abraxas let loose his hold of the ears letting it drop to the ground, its body wracked with fits. Abraxas grinned at Simon.
"Fuck you Brax!... I'm not buggering the bunny… I was promised something pretty, and DAMMIT, I want something pretty!" Simon raised his hands in surrender, "Daemon…You're up!"
A wicked grin crossed Daemon's face as the Demon rose to the surface. Conall sat on the wall with Daemon between his legs. His arms wrapped protectively around his lover. He could feel Tom's coveted gaze on them as he nuzzled at Daemon's neck, his hands caressing the muscled chest, thumbs stroking over the taut nipples. Conall had to admit. He loved an audience. Tom's jealousy just stoked a fire deep inside of him.
Threading the fingers of one hand back up and through Daemon's dark curls, he tipped his head back and plunged his tongue into Daemon's mouth as he slid from the wall. His other hand traveled down the carved abdomen and slid under the waistband, cupping Daemon's balls, curling his fingers around the shaft of his cock. His palm came up and over the dripping head. Daemon reached behind him, unbuttoning Conall, releasing the rigid shaft from its confines.
Daemon broke the kiss, shoved his trousers down his hips, and kicked them off. Pouncing on the mutated bunny, Daemon grabbed hold of the creature's ears, yanking its head backward then slamming it forward into the dirt, stunning it briefly while nudging its thighs apart with his knees. Positioning himself at its furry arse.
The Demon shimmered to the surface once more. His nails lengthened, his teeth sharpened. His body trembled as he rubbed his cock through the soft fur. The bunny -man squealed and clamped its tail down tight over its hole. Daemon grabbed hold of the fluffy tail pinning it to the creature's back. It began to scream as he thrust a clawed finger into the tight opening of its arse. Sharpened nails ripped at the passage and Daemon pushed two and then three fingers inside, savagely thrusting his hand deep inside as bright red streaks ran down the creature's legs.
Daemon hammered it with his fist, sinking into his elbow. His teeth tore into the creature's hip, ripping at fur and flesh, laughing, lapping at the blood. His other hand pushed back the fur to where the muggles cock lay hidden, his claws sinking in and tearing at the tender flesh. Blood poured from the wounds and Daemon slicked his own cock in the gore. The bunny-man bucked and squealed as the head of Daemon's cock pushed inside of him.
The Demon growled, feeling Conall's cock slicked with a lube charm, nudging at his hole. Conall's hand dipped between him and the bunny -man teasing at Daemon's balls and stroking him as he pumped in and out of the soft fluffy arse.
Daemon tilted his head back to capture Conall's mouth, moaning he pushed back until felt the head of the cock slip inside him. Conall was still, letting him move in and out of the creature. The curse began to take its toll, and the creature had fewer and fewer lucid moments. Daemon grasped it by the ears holding the head down into the dirt. One large dark eye stared blankly into the darkness.
Tom moved closer, drawn to the blood lust and the Demon. He dropped to his knees in front of the creature, his cock in his hand. It looked up at him, its eyes pleaded for mercy. It would get none. Tom tapped the bunny-man's mouth with his wand, removing the large rodent teeth with a quick spell. Taking the ears from Daemon, he lifted its head, ramming his length down its throat. Daemon pulled out, shooting a load of cum across the creatures back. Leaning forward, he took Tom's cock from the bunny-man's mouth, stroking Tom's cock in his hand before tearing out the throat of the mutant. The Demon roared, bathing them both in blood.
Black tendrils of the curse threaded with blood covered the still body of the bunny-man. Tom vanished his clothing as Daemon shoved the battered corpse to the side. Pulling Tom on all fours in front of him. Daemon shuddered with pleasure as Tom stroked his blood-slicked cock before taking him in his mouth.
Conall trailed his fingers over Tom's face, moaning with pleasure as he felt Daemon's cock sliding in and out of Tom's mouth.
Conall threaded his fingers through Tom's hair, holding hard as he thrust into Daemon. Driving Daemon's cock deep into Tom's throat. Conall chuckled in Daemon's ear at the look of panic on Tom's face. Smiling down at Tom, he placed soft kisses against Daemon's throat, trailing them down his shoulders.
The Demon stretched its arms wide, rolling its head back, exposing his throat to Conall, purring as the son of the Horned God worshiped his body. Daemon pulled Conall's mouth to his, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. Sharpened canines pierced Conall's flesh, and the Demon growled. Clawed hands reached for Tom's neck. Conall caught his arms, pining them.
The Demon snarled and thrashed, roaring again as he came in Tom's mouth. Conall held him tightly. The Demon gnashed its teeth, determined to tear the throat out of the wizard sucking its cock.
Conall whispered in his lover's ear, "Daemon. Come back to me, love….Shhhhhh…Easy baby easy, come back to me now." Conall thrust his cock deep and slow, trailing the soft kisses once more along the Demon's neck. "That's it, love …... You like that; you like it when I fuck you nice and slow …Come back to me Daemon. I want to see those beautiful brown eyes baby." Daemon moaned, finding Conall's lips with his, his tongue stroked at Conall's, deepening the passionate embrace.
Conall freed Daemon's arms, looping his around Daemon's waist to hold his body close. Conall shivered, his balls began to clench. Conall watched as Tom on all fours in front of Daemon, smeared in blood, and unfazed it would seem by the Demon, lick at the pearly drops from Daemon's cock. Conall shuddered and came in heavy spurts. He felt Daemon kiss his cheek and gently stroke the side of his jaw. Opening his eyes, Daemon's soft brown gaze met his.
Tom rolled onto his back in the damp, blood-soaked grass stroking himself. His eyes on Daemon, watching the transformation take place. The Demon was erotic and intoxicating.
Still drunk on the blood with a smile on his wicked lips, Tom rolled over onto the bunny -man, frantically pounding his cock into its ruined hole. He slumped over onto the corpse, spent. Tom rose up, thick ropes of cum mingled in the drying blood covering his chest and abdomen. He looked down at the creature, waved a hand, and released the spell. The pedophile on the ground beneath his feet, lay torn in pieces. Tom took close stock of the injuries and looked at Conall with new respect. It could easily have been him with his throat torn out.