The purpose part 23 Lah'wi

Chapter 66 (This chapter is entirely Lemon and has not real purpose for the story apart from telling the vampire Vincent shags a ministry colleague.)

Seth had warned him he might have more work than usual in the upcoming weeks. He told him to prepare copies of the vampire laws for distribution. He might receive hundreds of owls from everywhere since a new vampire book will be released for the new school year. He placed a pile of forms on his desk, then went out of his office with a copy of vampire laws in direction of his colleague's office. He entered her office which said Mafalda Hopkirk on the door.

*Vincent, I'm very busy before school starts, underage students keep doing magic where they shouldn't once they get their wands, it's unending.*Said Mafalda without even lifting her eyes from the letters she was writing.

Vincent went ahead and closed the blinds and manually locked the door. Mafalda lifted her eyes and sighed before standing up and going to reopen the blinds when Vincent threw his paper on the desk and grabbed her violently, pushing her back against the door. He moved her arms over her head, and she let out a whimper as he pressed his body against hers.

*You should put that silencing charm, because I'm going to make you scream.*Said Vincent with lust in his voice.

He licked her lips with the tip of his tongue.

*Mmm… Muffliato.*She whispered wandlessly, knowing that spell so much she no longer needed her wand for it.

*Good.*Said Vincent as he removed one hand from her wrist and unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time while pressing his lips on hers.

He flicked his tongue again on her lips, demanding entry. She opened her mouth, and they caressed their tongues, exploring every inch of their mouths. He made a groan and she moaned as he had grabbed her free breast in his hand, passing his thumb over the nipple, hardening under his touch. He freed her other wrist and removed entirely her shirt, then went to nibble on her left breast while he played with her right with his hand. She passed her fingers in his hair, bending her head backwards on the door and closing her eyes.

*Oh, Vincent.*She moaned.

His mouth went down on her belly, then her navel, tracing an invisible line with his tongue. He pressed down on the sides on her skirt, removing at the same time her panties as he went down on his knees. He grabbed her ass and stuffed his face in her cunt, passing his tongue on her slit.

*Oh, shit Merlin.*Said Mafalda as her face went red.

His tongue did several twists and turns around her nub, driving her crazy and building her pleasure quickly. He lifted her right leg, holding her thigh with his arm and shoved two fingers in her hole with his left hand, scissoring her inside looking for that sensitive spot. She let out a scream as her body contracted and her inside squirmed around his fingers. Her legs trembled from the orgasm, so he stopped what he was doing and grabbed her legs with her head resting on his shoulder and moved her to her desk, shoving the papers on the floor before placing her back on it. He removed his boots, then his pants and trousers showing his aching erection.

*I heard you have been naughty, Mafalda. You need correction.*Said Vincent as he pressed his groin against her, rubbing her sensitive nub.

Her heartbeat had never stopped going fast and it was music in Vincent's ears. His eyes went black as he stared at the witch before him and licked his lips.

*Vincent, oh god, do it, take me, take my blood, fuck.*She Begged, her heart fluttering even more in her chest.

He bent over her and groaned before kissing her again. She placed his cock at her entrance, and he made a long thrust, deep inside her. She broke the kiss and shoved his head to her neck, letting out a cry for more.

*I know you want me, stop taking your time for god damn sake!*Said Mafalda.

Vincent had a small laugh and passed his tongue again on her neck before sinking his teeth in it. He continued to thrust his cock in and out as he drank her blood.

*FUCK I LOVE VAMPIRES!*She yelled as her body contracted to another climax.

He licked her neck to heal the wound and grabbed her legs, correcting their position and relieving her of the weight of her legs. He had blood on his chin, and he tried to lick it with his tongue as he looked at her.

*You want me to fuck you more?*Said Vincent, moving his hips so agonizingly slow.

*Go faster, Vincent, I want you to scream too, tell me how fuckable I am.*Said Mafalda.

He placed her legs on his shoulders bringing an even better access to her depths. But it also freed his hand, and he grabbed her breast again. He was now letting out animalistic grunts each time he slammed into her, and she was lifting her hips to meet his with each motion. He felt his pleasure build up like a fire in his belly as he fucked her faster and faster. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with each thrusts.

*You are the best witch I love to fuck over and over again, Hopkirk.*Said the vampire.

She screamed again, her body contracting around his cock. He let out a loud moan as he climaxed inside her. He continued a few times until he was empty, then bent again to kiss her.

Chapter 67

Rodolphus had felt the castle shake and the sound of windows breaking. That was not good. Something made the Dark Lord angry, and he probably killed someone. He was enjoying a bit of wine in this hellhole with his brother and Rosier.

*Who made him angry, you think?* Asked Rabastan.

*You think it has anything to do with vampires blocking the way?*Asked Rosier.

*No idea, but now I'm curious.*Said Rodolphus as he stood up and carefully made his way to where Voldemort usually was.

*Bro…*Said Rabastan as he had followed him silently.

Rodolphus peaked inside the room, but the dark lord was not there, nor his damn snake. He looked around, then saw what he thought was a corpse, the corpse of Corban, until he heard him cough.

*Oh shit… That's Yaxley.*Said Rodolphus as he felt his inside churn.

Rabastan went near him and mumbled a diagnosis spell over him. Cruciatus, Legilimens, Cracked skull, internal bleeding, imminent death. Those were the words appearing over him before fading. Rabastan swore under his breath and looked at his brother.

*Didn't you tell me he was Seth's lover? If Yaxley dies, there will be a horrible war!*Said Rabastan.

Rosier had heard them talking and swiftly went beside Yaxley and started casting several spells at him.

*If you want him to live, find Rookwood quickly, or owl him with an urgent message, I need a blood replenishing, numbing, cell regen and a dreamless potion as quick as possible. I will stabilize him but I'm no healer.*Said Rosier.

*What if… what if the Dark Lord wants him to die?*Asked Rodolphus, hesitating.

Rosier looked at him with a matter of urgency.

*No, he doesn't, because he didn't use the killing curse and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to deal with a vampire war.*Said Rosier.

*So, where did he go?*Asked Rabastan as his brother ran out to apparate.

Evan stayed silent for a moment and helped Corban to sit against the wall. Corban made a low groan. Rosier conjured an empty glass then cast Aguamenti before giving him some water. Corban made a move to take the glass to drink it himself, even if he was trembling. Rosier let out a sigh of relief at the movement.

*I thought maybe you had gone crazy from his cruciatus.*Said Rosier.

*The cru… cruciatus was to weaken m… me and get in my m… mind. N… Now, he knows things, but he kept m… me alive, because of S… Seth, this will be a test if I keep my m… mouth shut or if I tell Seth what he did. Cheers.* Said Corban with enormous difficulty, bringing the water to his mouth again.

Rodolphus had come back so quickly, Rabastan wondered what happened. He gave the potions to Corban except for the dreamless one.

*You forgot I'm a Black too, kind of… I went directly to the house of Black, knowing how paranoid they are and always keeping healing stuff. They did not ask questions, which was even better.*Said Rodolphus.

After taking the potions, Corban rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes.

*You should leave, before he comes b… back.*Stuttered Yaxley.

*And leave you here? I could bring you to Yaxley's manor… at least.*Said Rodolphus.

Yaxley made a smirk.

*Why are you t… trying to be kind, Rody, I know you told the Dark Lord there was something between me and Seth. He kept me from seeing him by giving me missions… damn useless missions.*Said Yaxley.

Rosier had a blank face, keeping his opinion to himself when he suddenly hissed as he clutched his arm with the mark.

*Where? Only you?*Asked Rabastan.

*Near here. I'm going to tell him Yaxley is fine.*Said Rosier before putting his mask on and leaving the room to apparate.

*Bro. This is fucked up.*Said Rabastan and Rodolphus agreed before they grabbed Yaxley from the floor.

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Voldemort was speaking with the Gurg about his intentions, and he agreed, accepting the fact they would have to wait longer before doing anything. Rosier apparated behind him and kneeled.

*My lord.*Said Rosier.

Voldemort turned around.

*Rosier, tell me.*Said Voldemort, knowing perfectly he was in the castle earlier.

*He's fine, transported to Yaxley's manor.*Said Rosier.

Voldemort nodded and sent him away. He cast a tempus charm and it showed 22:23 August 27th. He had to see him now. The idea of what he was going to try to do repulsed him.

Chapter 68

Seth had not slept for several days. He had tried to learn as much as he could about pureblood etiquette, which did not differ much from royalty behavior, and the names of family related pureblood attending the wedding. He had asked Vincent and Brian to come pass the evening and night to talk to him about the ministry. Danyck was on another sofa having fun using his telekinesis with several objects floating around him.

*I shag Mafalda Hopkirk everyday, if you ever need to do magic in a muggle area, I'm sure I can do something. It's not only with minors, but any magic that breaks the secrecy. It first passes through…*Said Vincent but Danyck shook his head.

*No luck, he fell asleep.*Said Danyck as he placed back the objects where they belonged.

*Well, at least he knows he's got the ministry in his pocket, literally. The ministry will just place a face on whom finances so many ministry departments, mostly recently.*Said Brian who finished his glass of wine.

*Kodrey.* Said Brian and the house-elf popped in front of him, bowing.

*No need to bow my friend, could you clean our mess and have Lucy in my room, please.*Said Brian and the elf nodded.

Brian bid good-bye to Vincent and Danyck before leaving. Vincent looked at Danyck who stood up.

*Danyck, you ever fucked a man?*Asked Vincent before taking another sip of wine.

The green-eyed vampire blushed and briefly looked at Seth.

*Somewhat.* Said Danyck.

Vincent raised his eyebrows.

*Don't tell me it was with Seth!*Said Vincent.

Danyck shook his head.

*NO! I mean, he would never… He took hold of my body and mind and made me shag Rodolphus. Not saying I was against it either…*Said Danyck, his cheeks warming at the thought.

Vincent laughed, shook his head, and stood up.

*You say this as if it would be wrong for Seth to do things to you. You have been a vampire for a little over a month. You don't even know half of what you can do.* Said Vincent as he went near him and cupped his face with his hand.

Danyck looked in the eyes of an experienced man who showed desire. Seeing he wasn't saying anything, Vincent moved in to kiss him, pulling him closer with his other hand behind his back. A fire erupted in his belly, suddenly wanting more, without Seth in his mind. They left the living room without a look behind.

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In the middle of the night, Voldemort apparated in the living room, thinking he would have to search for Seth around the castle when he simply saw him sleeping on the sofa. The only indication he had been drinking was a half-full glass of wine by the table beside him. He had his arms crossed and chin resting on his chest, his tail was twitching by his feet. The thought of killing him passed through his mind for a second, before brushing that thought away. What exactly was his feelings towards that vampire? It certainly was not love. Such a pitiful emotion that even renders Seth weak. He was powerful… a powerful ally that does not even care about blood status and respects every living being. Something himself did not understand. Muggles were spiteful, destructive, malignant, and insignificant, but they were numerous and needed to be conquered with subtlety. Seth had been ready to let him do what he wanted, but he had to make sure that his goals did not change over the years, especially recently, he felt Seth slipping through his fingers. Lost in thoughts, he had not realized Seth was staring at him.

*Kodrey. More wine.*Said Seth before he drank the rest of his glass of wine.

His house-elf apparated and brought two bottles of wine on his table and left in a pop. Seth removed the cork magically with his thumb and poured himself another glass. He placed the bottle on the table and crossed his legs as he drank half his glass.

*Two weeks is a long time. What made you come back? Did Lucius spill out everything?*Said Seth.

The wine had stopped it's effect, he assumed several hours had passed since he last drank. He was not sure Voldemort was really in front of him either since the expression of his face was weird enough.

*I came to… apologize.*Said Voldemort with a clear disgust in his voice and face.

Okay, he definitely was not there. The hallucination was well done, and he blinked several times, thinking he was dreaming, perhaps. He frowned and placed his glass and the bottle of wine on the table.

*You would never do that, not in your right mind, unless… where is he?*Said Seth as his heart sank, his mind on Corban.

He stood up and moved his wand to his hand. Voldemort remained unphased by his reaction. He wasn't there to cast any spells; he will have Seth again in his grasp, no matter what.

*He's… fine, at his manor.*Said the Dark Lord with a cold voice.

That didn't deter the prince any less and he pointed his wand towards him, but then thought otherwise: he didn't need a wand to hurt him. His wand went back in his sleeve, and he charged towards Voldemort, slamming him into the wall behind. The Dark Lord's breath got cut short and was now restrained by Seth's body pressing against him, his wrists held against the wall. Voldemort had dropped his wand when he hit the wall. They stared into each other's eyes, red against black.

*Why do I have the feeling you removed information forcefully out of him?*Hissed Seth in Parselmouth, his heart pounding in his chest from his rising anger.

The Dark Lord's eyes hardened.

*Yes, so you love him, don't you?*Spat Voldemort with hatred and a hint of jealousy in his voice.

*What if I do? Between you and me, it had never been more than possessiveness and power. Even Yaxley understands that. What is it you don't have from me that I don't already give you?*Asked Seth, getting closer to his face and placing a hand on Voldemort's cheek, freeing his arms by doing so.

How could he stay angry when his dark aura engulfed him? The locket pulsed in waves on his chest, and he could hear whispers again in his mind. He could smell pine and autumn leaves from his long dark brown hair. Since when had Voldemort not cut his hair?

*I told you I don't share.*Said Voldemort as his hands crept behind Seth's back.

Seth licked the Dark Lord's lips with the tip of his tongue.

*You think of me as an object when you should respect me for what I am and what I represent.* Said Seth coldly.

*I don't…*Began Voldemort and Seth brought his hand over his mouth, shutting him.

*Yes, you do. You hurt Corban and even if you did, you apologized, even if you were not thinking it. You could still conquer Britain, you can still have my castle, you may still have me… on one condition.*Whispered Seth in his ear, again in Parseltongue.

His right hand had gone behind Voldemort's hair and was slightly pulling it. A shiver had passed through the Dark Lord at Seth's words. Seth could feel Voldemort's emotions all over the place overpowered by curiosity and anticipation.

*Which is?*Asked Voldemort quietly.

*Anir- nin… Beg me.*Breathed Seth in a demanding whisper.

Seth got him cornered. It had taken everything for Voldemort to even apologize, somewhat. Now, he was asked the one thing he did to others… to everyone else. The jubilant feeling of hearing that one word from his victims. Seth was licking lovingly his neck, then going to his mouth again, pulling on his lips tenderly. He pushed his tongue inside and opened his mouth to let him enter. His hands that were once on Seth's back went higher, touching the softest hair he could feel from a person, falling through his fingers like water. He felt Seth's hand moving down and rubbing his hardened sex through the fabric of his pants. A moan escaped his lips and Seth repeated again his request. He had heard the word in his language from Yaxley's memory. If he said it, Seth would claim victory over him, showing him he accepted his apology in his own way. He would not have it. He would not.

Why was he craving his touch? Waiting that Seth takes his blood to get that overwhelming sensation only he could do. Seth was now unbuttoning the Dark lord's shirt, still hung on his lips while doing so. Of course, only that vampire was ever allowed to touch him, nor could he think of anyone else daring to do so. Seth's hands were removing his belt buckle when his shirt was no longer on him. He stared into those black eyes and Seth repeated again his demand as he passed a finger on his belly and ended near his pants. He thought about Yaxley's memory when he saw Seth in the shower. How could they feel that? Love was beyond something he could comprehend, there was only power, just like when he always dominated Seth in bed. There he was at his neck again, bringing shivers down his spine and a fire in his belly. He was going to feel it again, wasn't he?

*I know you want me to; I know I want to. Say it.*Ordered Seth.

He kept his mouth shut; Seth won't resist enough. Seth brought down the Dark Lord's pants and took his length in his hand and began to stroke it. He repressed a moan and made a guttural sound in the back of his throat. Seth made a sly smile and stopped, taking a step back from Voldemort. He left him panting, his heart already racing, wanting for more. How dare he stopped, just like that? Seth licked his lips and hummed.

*How many times do I have to tell you, V. This will be forever between you and me. You will have it all again… just say it!*Said Seth with that sweetest smile and raising his chin in a haughty way.

Voldemort gritted his teeth, his aching sex wanting release, his body yearning for the blissful sensation of Seth drinking his blood. This time, he was the one to go to him and attacked his mouth as his hands removed hastily Seth's shirt at his turn, not yet letting him win this easily. Seth complied, still smiling as the Dark Lord also removed Seth's pants and trousers. He pushed him back until they hit the sofa and Seth fell down, sitting in it and Voldemort hovered for a moment over him, still kissing him.

Seth groaned and grabbed Voldemort by the neck only to turn him over, placing his back on the sofa. The Dark-haired wizard moved his legs around Seth and dug his fingers again in his back. Seth hissed at the light pain and broke the kiss, placing a hand over Voldemort's throat again, but without crushing it… not yet. The Slytherin locket was dandling over Voldemort. Their groins were rubbing together, and the prince hummed at the sensation. He moved his right hand down as he stared at the man below him and inserted a finger into him. Voldemort stiffened, refusing the intrusion. He tried to push Seth away, but Seth tightened his grip around his throat. The vampire made an evil smile and saw a veil of fear pass in the dark wizard's eyes.

*Say it.*Repeated again Seth in a hasty breath.

He inserted another finger and began scissoring them, stretching his tight opening. Voldemort had stopped eating years ago, his need for food had gone with the shattering of his souls. Voldemort's expression changed when he felt the fingers hit that sweet spot, sending an electric pleasure through his body. A weird moan passed through his lips and Seth released slightly the grip on his neck. He inserted a third finger and he felt Voldemort about to give out. Seth bent over to his ear.

*Let it go.* Hissed Seth in parseltongue, echoing the words he first said to him before their first kiss.

Voldemort looked into those black eyes intensely and swallowed between two breaths. His mind was going fuzzy between the need for more and the electric jolts he kept receiving. The man over him completely dominating and controlling his body.

*Lah'wi.* Pleaded the Dark lord, the word escaping his lips like a whisper in the wind.

The atmosphere changed and a rumble was heard in the castle. A storm had started on the island and thunder could be heard. A smile of victory went on Seth's lips as he removed his fingers and placed the tip of his arousal in their place. He mumbled a spell, bringing a jelly substance on his member and inserted the tip. Voldemort let out a yelp of pain and Seth bent forward, going to his neck and smelled his sweet scent again before sinking his teeth in the flesh. He moved his hips and passed the ring of muscles from Voldemort's arse. Pain was replaced by intense pleasure. Seth could hear the Dark lord's heartbeat all over the place and his moans vibrating in his ears. His fingers had found Seth's back again and drew blood, scraping the perfect skin. Seth's left hand has since moved to the dark hair, gently pulling it. His right hand was squeezed between their bellies, wrapped around Voldemort's cock, and following his hip movements. He felt the Dark lord's body tense and in a guttural sound, he released himself. The blood taste changed abruptly, something he had only tasted with Corban and in a last deep thrust, he emptied his seed inside Voldemort, bringing a muffled moan and grunt out of him. He licked the wound clean, but stayed in that position for a moment, nuzzling his neck and caressing the dark wizard's lips with his thumb.

*Get off me.*Said Voldemort coldly.

*As you wish, my Lord.*Whispered Seth, taunting him.

Seth propped himself up and removed his satisfied body from him and cleaned their mess with a wave of his wand. He slowly got his clothes back on again under the eyes of Voldemort who was now sitting. Seth threw Voldemort's clothing on him, then went to take the wand on the floor. Thunder could still be heard from the storm outside. While Voldemort dressed up, Seth checked the last spells used by Voldemort and saw the Legilimens and cruciatus. The Dark Lord saw him, but Seth said nothing and gave back his wand to him. Seth went back on the sofa and took the bottle of wine, gulping the contents directly from the bottle.

*Why the Wizengamot?*Asked Voldemort, standing by the unlit fireplace.

*Why not? I know a lot of pure-bloods owns the seats there, but if I can get there, this will not only be a victory for the vampires, but you, too. I know you hate politics, let me deal with that. I'm not the one to be doing silly missions again.*Said Seth, clearly implying he would not go about killing aurors or getting creatures anywhere.

*Getting in the open, then?*Said Voldemort.

*Yes. I have a very interesting prisoner. I'm making him write a vampire book for the Hogwarts students, which will need approval for the DADA class. This will end the prejudice and bad opinions towards us at the same time of me making myself known. In the same matter of thoughts, this will bring more followers and influence in the long run, might it take several years.*Said Seth quietly and almost finished his sentence inaudibly.

There was a long silence where Seth drank again from the bottle, listening to the thunder.

*I have encountered a problem in France. French vampires won't let us pass unless we have authorization from the King. Which let me think of portkeys to bring them directly in Britain…*Said Voldemort.

*Rookwood.*Stated Seth and the Dark Lord nodded.

There was another silence, but a question burned the Dark Lord's tongue.

*Gellert has his magic again?*Asked Voldemort with a cold voice.

Seth made a chuckle and drank again.

*Sort of. My father blocked it because of what it did to me.*Said Seth with bitterness.

*What? Blocked it? How?*Asked Voldemort, mildly panicking at the idea of someone blocking his magic.

*Nothing that concerns you. The King only holds power over vampires… like forbidding me to speak with Gellert in any way.*Grunted Seth.

*And you are letting him do that to you?*Said the Dark Lord.

Seth stared at him with narrowed eyes.

*And what would you have me do? Kill my own father?*Said Seth, knowing Voldemort had done that already to his own.

Voldemort turned his wand between his fingers.

*If being the vampire King holds so much power, I would not hesitate.*Said Voldemort with a glint in his eyes.

Seth stood up and placed the empty wine bottle on the table.

*On the contrary to you, I love and respect my father. Even if I don't like it, I understand why he did something like that. Now, the sun is probably almost up and I need to sleep before Lucius's wedding.*Said Seth before leaving.

Voldemort's gaze followed Seth as he imagined him with a crown upon his head. He had completely surrendered to him and he clenched his jaw, knowing Seth could hold even more power.

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