A/N: Warning ahead for dark, sexual themes (non-human in nature). I put the idea for this piece down to a series of disturbing musings that needed to get out of my head. This takes place after the graveyard duel with Harry at the end of GoF.
Epshi is Albanian for 'lust'
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the HP universe, J.K. Rowling does. That is all.
The night sky bled into the moorside like a purplish bruise on its skin. The starkness of it hardened the features of the hills and sloping landscape into black looming mounds that jutted and cut shadows against the backdrop. Above the land, a lone cloud lingered across the greyish moon, covering it and casting a dull blanket of further darkness over Little Hangleton.
Only the two of them moved through the night, together.
The bare feet of her master walked slowly and deliberately beside her as she followed him across the grass and mounds. Her body rose and fell with the height of the land as Nagini slithered alongside the trail he took.
The distant sounds of his followers departing the graveyard could be heard in the quiet stillness. Wormtail had already scuttered along back to the house to send word to Barty Crouch that he was imminently needed back. Now the two of them were perfectly alone, at last.
As he spoke softly to her she felt the sound of his voice reach into her heart, as though with only his words he was able to brush against her soul.
'You have been besside me these many long yearss Nagini. You have s-sseen me at my weakeast. I wonder if you too, my faithful friend, have realised what I have? That only the mighty can bear defeat.'
She gazed up at him from the ground as he came to a stop, her body and tail forming a crescent shape on the ground as she rounded back on herself so that her head may rest upon his feet
'You have not known defeat..' she hissed back softly. 'You are.. not mighty..you are unequalled in thiss life. There isss no other who comparess..'
His mouth turned upwards, the ghost of a smile etched fleetingly into his features. 'And you, my ssweet, yourself have no match.'
He knelt softly to the ground and beckoned her forward. Nagini slowly encircled him, her long serpentine body trailing over his lap as she looped herself around his middle again and again until he was completely enrobed in her from kneeled legs to waist. Her head came up to rest on his folded arms as his long, cold fingers reached to stroke her.
'You do not trusssst any of those men,' she whispered silkily. His hands ceased their stroking movements and he brought his palm flat under her head, raising her firmly but gently so their eyes could meet.
'I would be a fool to.'
She agreed with him on that point. Even the two who had helped her master this past year; one was clearly driven by nothing more than madness...revenge... and the other, pure cowardice.
Nagini on the other hand had no such motivation. Her unwavering and unquestionable loyalty to him was such that words alone couldn't capture the exact nature of it. Companions, friends, family.. their relationship had no equal it could be weighed against and the labels lost meaning when attached. The bond she and her master shared was unequalled. Much as, she thought, they were themselves.
He was more than simply something to her and she to him. They were intertwined; essence and souls morphed into one.
As she looked into the dark depths of his bloodied eyes her own reflection stared back at her until she couldn't tell where the man ended and beast began.
'You underssstood the poison.. the cursse.. my venom carried..'
Voldemort's eyes closed as his head twitched and the flat palm that held her head in place shook with the effort.
'Yess I did,' he replied. His mouth set in a grim line, lids still shut- locking her out.
'Sstill you drank..'
'A curse holds no power to he who would wish the fate upon himself willingly.'
'You.. you want thiss?'
'I want what this will allow me to do,' he hissed darkly back at her as the dark pools of his eyes became molten black with warning.
His pale skin began to shimmer and twist in the moonlight, beneath the coils of Nagini his muscles pulsed as they strained against the bindings of his own flesh.
He shrank beneath her weight until she smothered him from above, disappearing into the black cloak Wormtail had robed him in.
The lone cloud above finally passed the moon by and the valley was awash in a pearlescent glow of summer moonlight. From beneath his cloak, Voldemort began to emerge. His body changing into something new. He grew larger, yet he was limbless. Scaled.
The great white snake coiled itself back around Nagini. He was twice her size at least and she had to slither out from beneath his weight.
Before her now, lay the most impressive creature she had ever seen. His snowy scales patterned with black markings across his side and face. He looked like he had been made from bones and death. A white boa. A man. He was something more than either, as was she.
He slithered towards her, a primal lust and wanting in his slits as she saw her own wide eyes staring back at her. his tongue slipping out between his lips as he hissed revealing two rows of devastatingly pointed teeth.
She pressed herself close to the earth, her tail flicked upwards and her head low, jawline grazing the ground as he fell into a natural subservience before him. He encircled her and began to interweave their bodies, his head resting above hers as the rest of his body lined up, green meeting white until it was impossible to differentiate the twirled form of the two serpents.
Their bodies both shone brightly in the moonlight, she could almost feel her blood thicken and pulse in her veins as he positioned himself alongside her entrance. He crushed her body beneath his and she willingly opened her cloaca apart for him, though he hardly waited for that permission.
As a howling wind tore through the valley they each hissed their pleasure as they mated.
The two of them, already bound by magic and soul became bound by flesh and lust as the night wore gloriously on into the next..
The end.