Loud, echoing footsteps resonated through the cold and empty halls. The cold stares of the betrayed followers burned holes into Snape's back but he kept his gaze ahead. He glanced around slowly, frowning when he saw the door to the dark lords office was still a good ways away.
Why was it taking so long to get to the door? Was it because he dreaded what was about to happen? No, no cause he just wanted it over with, it wouldn't take longer, would it??
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Severus walked into Dumbledore's office, making sure to knock before he opened the door.
He moved out of the way as Minerva walked out of the room, clearing his throat awkwardly when he saw her fixing her clothes. He ignored it, giving Albus an unamused look when he saw him doing the same.
"Thank Merlin it's dark out." He stated, Dumbledore smiling sweetly at him.
"Yes, we can thank Merlin for that. What brings you?" He asked, Severus sliding into the seat in front of his desk.
"I just got back from the meeting-" he started, breathing deeply when he saw Albus's face darken. "He's planning on attacking the Castle at the end of the year… he planned on coming during the night when everyone is asleep."
"My… that's quite a surprise.." Albus murmured, leaning back in his chair as he looked at Severus.
"That's why I'm here, Headmaster." Severus sighed, rubbing his neck. "What do you plan on doing?"
"Well.. I'll have Minnie put guards around the castle. We'll have to put the protection spells on it soon as well. Maybe- Severus? What's wrong?" He murmured when Severus's face paled. He turned, his face paling the same when he saw Fenrir Greyback hanging from the Window. He glared at Severus, jumping away when he stood up.
"Go Severus, go and run." Albus stated in a hurry, ushering Severus out the door. The man rushed to his chambers, hurrying to pack whatever he could reach. But it was too late, the burn of the mark seared into his skin, rushing through his veins.
Panic replaced the pain as he continued to frantically try and pack, apparating out of Hogwarts. He knew he was done when he was immediately surrounded, bowing his head in defeat when he saw the Dark Lord walk closer to him.
"Please, I-I'm so-" Severus crumbled into screams and wails of pain when the dark lord hit him with Crucio.
"You've betrayed me, disappointed me, Severus. I trusted you and you've been spilling to Dumbledore." He hissed over the sound of his pleas and screams. He pulled the spell off just long enough he could listen to Severus apologize profusely.
"We'll see. I don't believe you, but we'll see." He hummed before the curse was placed onto him again. Before another word could be spoke, everything went black, Severus passing out.
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Severus shook himself from the memory, rubbing his eyes as he ran into the door. He growled back at the followers who who purposefully shoved him into the door again.
"Go on, open it, traitor." They hissed, Severus reluctantly opening the door and walking in. Voldemort was sat gracefully in his throne, a few death eaters around him as Severus was forced to kneel in front of him.
"You have one chance to tell me the truth, Severus, and you might be spared." He warned, Severus keeping his gaze pointed towards the ground.
"Yes my lo-"
"Master, will work just fine. You've lost your position by my side." He snapped, Severus shuddering softly as his face tinted pink.
"Yes, m-master.." he whispered, fiddling with his hands as Voldemort scoffed.
"Now tell me… did you spill to Dumbledore?" He started, Severus staying quiet, offering a small nod until the pale hand of the man in front of him struck him across the face, pulling a Yelp from him.
"You will speak when spoke to unless told otherwise. Use your words!" The dark lord hissed.
"You will speak when spoke to unless told otherwise. Use your words!" The dark lord hissed.
"Y-yes, Master. I spilled to Dumbledore.."
"How long?"
"Since I was 21." He murmured, Voldemort glaring down at him. His hand came down on the already bruising cheek, earning a little whimper this time.
"I'm so-" another hit to the opposite cheek.
"I didn't ask! You've disappointed me!" He snarled, Severus balling up his hands.
"Are you on his side, Severus?"
"No!"
"Liar!"
"I'm not lying! Please!" He looking up at him, Voldemort glaring down at him, pale fingers gripping his hair.
"Prove it." He hissed, gripping his hair tight enough Severus's eyes started to water. "Please me, Severus. And maybe I'll think of forgiving you." He stated, letting go of his hair. Death eaters started to swarm around them as Severus looked up at his Master.
"I-I don't-"
"Come on, you cannot be that stupid." He scoffed, guiding Severus's hands to the belt buckle in front of his pants. Severus turned a dark shade of red, clearing his throat and hesitating. Voldemort wrapped his hand around his throat, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Either this, or you'll spend the last of your days in a cell. Wishing for death as you waste away to nothing." He smirked when he listened to Severus whimper, fingers immediately moving to work on his belt.
He leaned back, leaving Severus to work diligently to unbuckle the belt before moving onto the buttons on his pants. Severus looked up at him letting out a shaky breath when he felt the head of his masters cock graze against his hand.
He gulped softly, slowly tugging down the band of the pants to free him. His hand barely fit around his cock! How in the hell was he even supposed to do this?? He measured the length from his thumb to his ring finger but even that was a few inches off.
"Good Merlin…" he whispered, embarrassment flooding through him when he heard the people around him chuckle.
"Don't worry, by the time I'm through with you, you'll be able to take it, all of it." Voldemort hummed, tying Severus's hair up so it was out of the way. "Don't be shy, this won't be the only time you'll have an audience." Severus scowled at that, chewing on his lip.
The hand in his hair brought him closer, pushing his lips to touch the head of the cock. He cringed, trying to pull away only for the hand to tighten in his hair.
"Come on, bitch. I don't have all day." He snapped, keeping Severus in place until the Raven haired male gave up. He let go of him when he slowly started to pepper kisses along the shaft of his cock.
"That's right. There you go." The dark lord encouraged, petting his head as Severus wrapped his little hands around the base, stroking slowly while his lips slowly made it up to the thick head.
Dirty images washed over his mind and his face went red. He looked up into the red eyes above him and glided his tongue across the slit, pulling a deep groan from the larger male.
"Fuck, whore." He whispered, Severus gasping when the head of the cock pushed passed his lips and instantly into the back of his throat. Severus gagged and struggled for a minute, tears pooling in his eyes as he hit the Dark Lord's knee in an attempt to breathe. He started to claw at his skin when the uncaring male male began to lazily thrust into his throat.
"What your nails, mutt. Before you find yourself tied up." He hissed, giving Severus no time to fix himself before thin green ropes locked Severus's arms in front of him, making it harder to touch him.
The deep lazy thrusts continued, slamming into the back of his throat. "There, that's a good whore. Now now, crying won't do anything but make it worse." He hummed, gripping his hair tightly to keeping him in place as he listened to the garbled cries and whines come from Severus.
A death eater went to touch Severus's hair, Voldemort smacking their hand away.
"Do not touch what isn't yours." He warned, Severus shuddering at the possessive words, gasping when the cock in his mouth was finally pulled out of his throat. He coughed heavily, trembling softly as drool slid down his chin.
He didn't want this! Did he? He looked down at his pants and turned red when he noticed the twitching bulge. He whined, Voldemort gripping his jaw and ripping his head back up.
"You don't get satisfaction until I do. Only then will you maybe get the pleasure of cumming for me, pet. Though you'll do it by grinding on my shoe. Only good pets get the reward of riding my cock." Severus whimpered, slowly beginning to pump the cock between his hands.
He leaned down, kissing the head of his cock again wrapping his lips around the tip. Listening to the soft groans of the male in front of him, he sighed softly through his nose, suckling eagerly. The drool that slid down the large shaft was used to speed up the process.
When Voldemort thought he was going too fast, grabbing his wrists and once again lazily thrusting into the little mouth.
"Such a tight little throat. My good little whore." He groaned, Severus letting his eyes flutter closed, gagging softly. Fingers curled into his hair, gripping it tightly and guiding his head to move faster on the thick cock.
Just like he said, he slipped his foot up under Severus, pressing the soul of his shoe to his aching cock.
"Hump my shoe, pet. That's it. Just like that." He crooned, Severus rutting his hips against the hard rubber soul. He slowly pulled his mouth off his masters cock, focusing on getting himself off, how the shoe rubbed deliciously over his leaking tip. He let out a whiny moan, burying his head into Voldemort's clothed knee, his hips stuttering and jerking,
"Already? Merlin, did sucking cock make you that needy? That desperate, that turned on? Poor thing." He cooed mockingly, pressing harder down on the others crotch. He smirked at the pleas and begs to cum, petting his hair.
"Maybe next time, dear pet." He murmured, shushing Severus as he stripped him of his clothes. "Until then you'll remain by my side, under my feet." He hummed, petting his head as he leaned down towards his ear.
"Just where you belong."