I might, in future, write more sex for this fic (and this chapter in particular), but for now, I wanted to keep it safe for this site.
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Chapter 23Severus gasped as he felt Dorian clench around him.
He thrust in wildly a few more times before reaching his own release.
He collapsed on top of the sweaty back beneath him, pinning the smaller man to the bed without any concern for him. He simply focused on breathing for now, and perhaps regaining the use of his limbs.
His pet started shifting slightly under him.
Fuck.
Severus rolled off of Dorian, pulling his exhausted prick out of the tight hole with a wince. He collapsed onto his back and closed his eyes, desperate for sleep.
This whole breeding mess was going to kill him. After kicking the others out of the bedroom he had thoroughly fucked Dorian—three times. Merlin, he wanted to sleep for a week.
He nearly started crying when he felt Dorian stir next to him, his slender limbs twining around his own, his desire present in every inch of contact between the two.
"Master?" Dorian whispered.
Severus could swear he felt tears forming.
He decided to ignore the boy.
"Master?" he whispered again, a bit of a purr working it's way into the needy voice. The annoyingly awake, aware, and ready to go again voice.
Severus grunted in what he hoped was an off putting way.
Dorian moved closer, rubbing lightly against Severus' thigh. "Master."
Severus decided that it was not at all cowardly to pretend to be asleep.
"Sir," Dorian whispered, thrusting against his thigh a bit harder. He was already completely erect again. "Sir I need you. Please," he begged, tears filling his pretty voice.
"Go to sleep, pet," Severus ordered, not bothering to open his eyes.
Dorian simply reached over and grabbed one of his Master's hands, wrapping it firmly around his member. "Please," he begged, thrusting into the hand as hard as he dared. "I'll be a good pet. Please?"
"That is what you said the last time. It is time to sleep."
"Just once more."
"You said that last time as well."
"I can please you," Dorian purred. "I'll make you feel so good."
"I sincerely doubt it, pet. I am bloody well exhausted and nothing you could possibly do to me right now would feel good. Go to sleep."
Dorian held his tongue for a moment, instead focusing on rutting gently against his Master's hard thigh. His fingers strayed to Severus' chest and Severus bit back another groan.
"Let me please you," Dorian whispered again, his fingers tugging lightly on his Master's abused nipples.
"Do you wish to please me?" Severus said, finally gaining his sensibility back after the last earth shattering orgasm.
Dorian nodded eagerly, but didn't let go of the hand he had trapped around his painfully hard erection.
"You will best please me by going to bed. Feeding this often cannot be good for you."
"I haven't fed the last two times," Dorian said slyly.
Severus stamped down his irritation. "And what, pray tell me, were you doing?"
"We were making our young. You said you would give me young."
Severus wrenched his hand away from his pet. "Yes, I did. And I will. But not tonight. Tonight we need to rest."
Dorian looked out the window. "It's daytime now."
"Fuck," Severus cursed under his breath. "So it is, pet. But now it is time for sleeping."
"One more time."
Severus closed his eyes and prayed for patience. He reached for the bedside drawer and pulled out his favorite pair of muggle handcuffs. "If I put these on you, will you do your best to please me?"
Dorian nodded so eagerly he damn near fell off the bed.
"You will leave them untouched, and wait for your Master to pleasure you if you deserve it?"
Dorian nodded again.
Severus breathed a quick sigh of relief and clicked the handcuffs around each slim wrist and through the slats of the headboard. "Rest," he commanded firmly.
His pet wriggled in a way that would have made his prick twitch eagerly, had he not been completely drained.
Clearly he would not be getting any rest here. "Dorian, I am going to go to the sitting room for a moment. You will not release the handcuffs. You will remain here and rest. When I return, I will reward you for your patience."
"Reward?" Dorian asked hoarsely.
"Yes. A…a…surprise. I will surprise you later."
Dorian purred happily and spread himself out, trying once more to tempt his Master back to the bed.
Severus closed his eyes for a moment and turned away. "I will be back soon. Rest."
He quickly walked to the sitting room and closed the door behind him with a deep sigh of relief. He leaned against the sturdy door for a moment, trying to collect himself.
What the hell was going on? If this was going to last for longer than a day, he sure as hell wouldn't. Less than twelve hours and he was dying.
"Severus?"
He jumped in shock, his eyes flying open.
"Re—Lupin? What the hell are you doing in our private rooms?"
Remus transfigured a robe from one of the blankets the men kept near the sofa and handed the robe to Severus. "Our Lord thought it best someone stay within easy reach of you, to help you if you needed it."
"Just help me get a few hours sleep, wolf. That's all I need right now."
Remus chuckled softly. "Of course. Is he finally asleep in there?"
"No. I handcuffed him to the bed after getting his promise to leave them locked."
"And what did it take to get him to agree to that?" Remus said, laughing harder.
"Shut up you mangy wolf," Severus muttered, throwing himself onto the couch and closing his eyes once more.
"Lord Voldemort will want a report on how Dorian is doing. I have been ordered to contact him when one of you emerges."
"Go to hell," Severus said, drifting into sleep.
Remus sighed and stepped to the door to alert a guard that Severus was ready for his interview.
Within ten minutes Lord Voldemort, Lucius, Cassandra, and four other researchers were at the door to the sitting room.
Voldemort stared at Severus' sleeping form incredulously. No one slept during a meeting with the Dark Lord. "He's asleep?"
"My Lord, I believe he was…exhausted from tending to the Prince," Remus explained quietly.
"Wake him up and give him a bloody time turner. We need to find a solution to this problem now."
Remus shook Severus' shoulder hesitantly.
"Report, Snape," Voldemort ordered.
Severus shot upright on the sofa and started rubbing the exhaustion from his face. "My Lord."
"What have the researchers found in the past few hours?" Remus asked, knowing that Severus was entirely too exhausted to even begin making a coherent statement.
"My Lord," Cassandra said, addressing Voldemort. "We are not quite certain. The best that we can determine is that the Prince has, in fact, entered into a sort of mating period that is unique to Incubi in that it has no predetermined starting time or duration. We are not entirely certain, but we believe that it will not end until either the Incubus or the human mate is pregnant. In this case, we can only assume that the Prince must become pregnant for this to end."
"We have to stop this," Severus muttered. "The Prince cannot lead an army pregnant. We are facing enough issues as it is, without adding this to complicate matters."
"Well," Cassandra continued, "we have come up with a few potential options. You must realize that these are mere theories at best right now. They might all prove to be impossible."
"Explain," Voldemort ordered shortly.
"Well, the first set of options have been at least temporarily discarded, pending your approval, my Lord."
At Voldemort's impatient gesture, one of the other researchers offered a more detailed explanation.
"Most of these were deemed entirely too risky—not that those we are left with do not have their own risks," Aiden explained.
Voldemort nodded briskly, trying to reign in his impatience.
"The first was to simply have the Prince's consort leave him," Aiden explained. "There is a slight chance that his rage and his desire are prompted solely by the presence of his consort, and his absence may allow the Prince to regain his senses."
Severus snorted at the man's title for him as 'consort.' He knew that the majority of the Death Eaters were damned if they could figure out just what to call him anymore. Few dared to use his first name, and calling him Professor Snape just seemed out of place usually.
And then his exhausted mind caught up with what Aiden had said. "Excuse me?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You thought it prudent to leave a raging Incubus alone during a mating season? Do you wish to drive your Prince entirely from his mind and render him a raving imbecile permanently?"
"No…no sir, of course not," Aiden stuttered.
"Calm down, Severus," Cassandra said. "We prefaced this by explaining that these schemes were abandoned as too dangerous."
Severus sat back on the sofa, huffing irritably.
"And what else?" Remus asked, eager to restore the peace and figure out a way to help his godson.
"Well," Aiden began again hesitantly. "We had also thought that we could provide the Prince with more…partners. Perhaps he cannot calm down because his current consort is not his correct partner."
His wince at uttering those words was nearly comical to those who considered Dorian to be family—namely Severus, Remus, Lucius and Voldemort.
"I believe that any question as to Severus' position as 'mate' has been quite clearly dealt with during the past twelve hours," Voldemort said dryly. "He was rather insistent on that matter."
"Yes…well…" Aiden floundered for a way to introduce the last of their discarded ideas. He was frankly stunned that he hadn't been cursed yet, given the often volatile emotions of his leader and the two highest Elite. "We had also thought that it was possible that the Prince would not be calmed until he was given a woman to impregnate."
Remus buried his face in his hands, trying to hide his quiet, delirious laughter. Give Dorian a woman? He wouldn't know what to do with her, even if he were currently in his right mind. Merlin, he was losing it. It had been a hell of a night.
"I believe that we can safely rule that out as well," Voldemort said firmly, a thin edge of amusement showing through to those who knew him better.
"He'd tear the poor bint from limb to limb," Severus muttered. "What of the ideas you have not yet discarded?"
Cassandra picked up the discussion again. "The first potentially feasible idea that came to us was to try to find a way to suspend the breeding desire entirely. The benefits are instantly obvious. The dangers, however, will likely outweigh the potential benefits."
"And they are?" Remus asked anxiously.
"We are dealing with a magical creature that is virtually unknown to us, to begin with. We have no idea what sort of adverse reactions may come from suspending something that is part of his very nature. It could have immediate effects, or it could damage his reproductive abilities permanently."
Severus paled. "He would kill us. I know he doesn't particularly want children now, but I am quite certain that he will eventually."
"That was my thought as well," Cassandra acknowledged with a nod. "If nothing else, he will want an heir."
Everyone had accepted the Black Prince as an heir of sorts for Lord Voldemort. They knew that someday though, the Prince would wish for an heir to continue in his and Voldemort's footsteps.
"You said you had other plans?" Voldemort prompted, growing frustrated.
"Our second idea is really a spin on the first. Severus could stop using the contraception charms he has been using and simply impregnate the Prince. We could then work to put the embryo in stasis within the Prince's body. Assuming that such a thing is possible, the child would live in stasis until it was safe to remove the charms."
Severus paled as he realized that he had at least a week and a half until the charm would be fully worn off.
"And the dangers for this?" Remus asked.
"Again, we are uncertain. Women have been known to do this for centuries, particularly when the identity of a child's father might be called into question in a less than desirable circumstance. There is no record of a male of any race doing it though, much less a hybrid magical creature—to say nothing of an Incubus. We will be walking into this completely blind."
"It might not be possible to do at all," Severus argued. "What would we have then? An eighteen year old leader who is pregnant and unable to assist in the very revolution he has been planning for years?"
"Cassandra—" Voldemort's words were cut off by the eerie growls that were emanating from the bedroom. "Is that the Prince?" he finally asked.
Severus nodded tiredly. "It appears my reprieve is over." He stood wearily and shuffled back to the bedroom.
"I will have a time turner delivered to this room. The next time you can safely withdraw, please use it. The research team could use your assistance," Voldemort said.
Severus fought the urge to snap that he damn well intended to use it to sleep for more than ten fucking minutes, but he refrained. "It might be best if you all left before I opened this door. He has been calmer during the past few hours, but I do not know how long that will last."
The gathered group quickly filed out, leaving only Remus and Severus.
"Good luck," Remus said softly.