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Italics for Parseltongue
###### LEMON############
I don't have to wait long, soon Marvolo arrives through door connecting my bedroom to his followed by Mimsy and another house elf champagne bottle in an ice bucket and glasses and a small platter of appetizing-looking finger foods. Marvolo stands in the doorway and stares at me.
I do not dare to move. His face is hard to read even with human features, he shows no emotions on his face. His eyes are roaming over my body as if trying to memorise every line and curve. I am getting bit uncomfortable when he started stripping without a word. I am internally panicking now, not knowing what to expect next. His cock is huge it will surely tear me apart.
In my panic, I miss the spell he casts on me as I am suddenly flipped over and my hands are bound to headboard with chains. I won't show my fear on my face, I won't cry. I am repeating saying these lines in my mind like a mantra. Bed by my side dipped as he sat down.
"I have to punish you for all these years of wandering as a shade, you know that right Harry." Marvolo says and trails a finger along my backbones, my ribs, my hips. I shiver.
"You have a beautiful body, it will be a shame to damage it too much." He mutters. Hey, if using my body gets me out of whatever punishment he has cooked up then who am I to complain?
"But you still need to be punished Harry, to give you a taste of what can happen if you go against me ever again and always remember I am being too merciful to you". With this speech what is supposed to be best night of my life starts.
He spanks me on my backside with his hand for a while, till my back from shoulders to my knees is glowing bright red. When he tires of this he starts with what feels like a table tennis bat. Soon my whole back is burning and my silent sobs turn into whimpers and finally screams. Only when I scream loudly and beg him to stop, does he stop. His hands stroke my body.
"Hm no blood, no broken bones, no permanent damage to your body. I hope you have learnt your lesson and I won't need to teach you same again. Oh and I am happy with your high pain tolerance." The hands disappear from my back and pull my legs apart and a pillow is suddenly thrust under my desperately squirming hips.
"Now Harry you must learn to trust me, your punishment is done and over with, what I am going to do now is meant to give you pleasure, but being a virgin, it might hurt you some." Somehow that does not reassure me in the least.
I suppose he kept his promise, his lubricant spell is very effective, his stretching gentle and unhurried. But his huge erection is much too big for me and tears me inside out and I mercifully faint.
I don't know how long I was out but when I awoke, nothing has changed. My back is still burning and my ass still feels like I have been impaled by a centaur. He starts rocking gently in me. I have tears in my eyes, his hand caress my face wiping my tears. But my tears just keep flowing; I never knew human eyes can contain so much water.
I feel like I am crying for all injustices done to me all my life. Finally Marvolo gives up drying my face as a lost cause and starts stroking my flaccid cock.
At first his ministrations have little effect, as activities in my ass are simply too negative to have a positive influence. He kept going though, his gentle rocking turning into firmer deeper riding; he starts hitting a place deep inside me that I didn't even know existed.
It gives off flashes of pure heat and pleasure, and I could not help but react to it. And react I did, with soft moans and whimpers, a raging erection, and then by pushing myself back on his cock.
The pain has not disappeared; it is simply forced into background by fierce pleasure flooding my body whenever his cock hits that spot deep inside of me. The steady rhythm he has kept until now rose to a higher level and he too is no longer silent.
"Oh Harry you are sooo tight" he whispers in Parseltongue. "Marvolo... please ... harder ... faster" I too respond in broken hisses. After hearing me hiss, he stills for a moment
"my little serpent, you will be death of me." He responds in a tender voice and starts pounding in me in the earnest, pulling my cock in wild irregular manner. His loss of control drives me completely wild.
I hiss scream my orgasm; my wild trashing and screaming does him in too, and I never have heard my name hissed with such tender feelings.
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I yelped when he dropped on my still tender back. He rolls off me immediately and lay panting beside me for a few minutes, before moving his hands around on bed to find his wand. He removes chains from my wrists, heals my now sore wrists, then my back and cleans me up.
Only then he notices blood trickling down my legs and completely panics. A panicking Dark Lord is a very funny sight indeed and I start laughing. He glares at me, when it has little effect he starts sulking. I control my laughter and calls for Dobby.
"Dobby, please bring Madame Pomphery here." Dobby leaves and Marvolo quickly dresses in a night robe and covers me with a sheet. Madame Pomphery arrives in few minutes.
"Well what have you done this time Harry, cannot you stay out of trouble." She immediately scolds me.
"I did not do anything this time Madame Pomphery, it is completely his fault." I say pointing to Marvolo and pout. Marvolo looks startled when Madame Pomphery glares at him.
"Well let's see what is wrong with you." Madame Pomphery removes sheet and starts examining me down there. As she has been tending to me for five years now, I am comfortable in her presence, but Marvolo looks extremely uncomfortable. Madame Pomphery mutters a spell and all pain in my backside disappears.
"It seems you are much too big for Harry." Madame Pomphery addressed Marvolo. "I will give you a sample of a special lubricant mixed with a muscle relaxant, take special care in preparing him, use at least four fingers and even fisting is recommended." Madame Pomphery says all this with a straight face and hands a vile to Marvolo who is blushing horribly. I never thought I will see the Dark Lord blush.
"Madame Pomphery, that vile, while very welcome seems small, and we are newly weds ... " I stutter out blushing fiercely and Marvolo is looking at me as if I had grown a second head. Well I have just sampled the joys of sex, I enjoyed it a lot while being in pain and now I am imagining the pleasure I will receive without any pain. So of course I want to do it again and lots of times; if Marvolo does not get the hint soon, I may just jump him.
Madame Pomphery laughs, "Of course Harry, this is just a sample, I will give you prescription and recipe so you can either order it from apothecary or brew it on your own. And don't hesitate to call me whenever you need me." After getting my promise that yes I will call her whenever I need Madame Pomphery leaves.
Awkward silence fills the room, I stand up and pick up a night robe to wear. "I am feeling bit hungry after all that exercise, are not you?" I ask Marvolo hinting towards the table with food and champagne.
He set the lubricant vile on side table and brought food to the bed. He filled two glasses of champagne and handed me one. We sat on bed facing each other, munching on tasty treats and sipping champagne. I left it up to him to break silence this time.
"So why did you break prophecy." He suddenly asks looking at me intently.
"Because I did not want to fight you." I replied honestly.
"Why?" he looks puzzled.
"Because I did not want to die." I deadpanned.
"So you did not think you can win against me, even with Dumbledore as your mentor." He states looking smug.
"Well let's face it, I am only a half trained child; against a powerful Dark Lord with decades of experience like you, I don't stand a chance. And why should I die for fickle sheep that is wizarding Britain's people who love me one moment and hate me next. And mentor what mentor? Dumbledore never taught me a thing. Sometimes I think he wanted me to die at your hands" I cried getting agitated.
Marvolo looked stunned for a moment. "Well I know for a fact that he wanted you to die by my hand." I stared at him completely stunned.
"Do you remember what happened during bonding ceremony?" I nodded still too stupefied to respond verbally.
"Well you had a piece of my soul in your scar, as long as you were alive, I cannot be killed. So yes, I know now that Dumbledore planned for you to die by my hand."
The Old coot knew, I remember he told me that Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me after Chamber of Secrets fiasco. I was beyond angry now, this was the man I have loved like a grandfather for five years and he has been preparing me like a pig for slaughter.
Now I know why I was left to be abused at Dursleys, it was to make my self-esteem so low that I will willingly walk to my death. If it had not been for Sirius I may have done it too.
Now I think Weasleys has been in on it too, why else they will use muggle entrance to platform 9 ¾, why Ron was always around to distract me from studying.
I need to calm down before I blow this room up, I will get my revenge, but I will wait for it. After all Revenge is a dish best served cold. I close my eyes and take deep breaths until I feel myself calm down again.
"So what happened during bonding ceremony?" I ask Marvolo to distract myself.
"Well I need to explain few things before you understand what happened. When I was sixteen I performed a ritual to tear a portion of my soul and stored it into my diary. It is called Horcrux, as long as one piece of soul exists, the person cannot die.
Over the years I performed rituals few more times. But with each portion of my soul I lost bit of my sanity and humanity. By the time I attacked your family all those years ago, I was completely insane. I think by that time my soul was so unstable that a piece tore apart and latched onto you when my killing curse rebounded.
When you destroyed my diary in your second year, that part of my soul returned to me, along with bit of my sanity. That is how I was able to create a new ritual for my resurrection. After my new body stabilized, I performed another ritual to reabsorb all pieces of my soul.
To my surprise, I was missing a soul piece hence the snake face. I searched out all my horcrux pieces and found one missing from its safe location. I thought it had been destroyed before I lost my body. During bonding my last piece of soul returned to me and I regained my human face."
Oh! I do not know what to say. Tearing your own soul apart, that sounds like height of insanity. No wonder Voldemort was completely insane. It also give me a bit of hope, now that Marvolo is sane, maybe we can both work on our marriage, may be it won't be as much a disaster as I feared before.
Marvolo cleared his throat awkwardly and asked "What do you need from me as a gift for gift of your virginity?"
I stared at him stunned, "What?" I asked him stupidly.
"Well it is a custom for a pureblood lord to give some gift to his consort in return for their gift of virginity." he elaborated.
"Oh" he has given me a perfect opportunity to further some of my plans. I cannot ask for something too controversial or extravagant. I also don't want to look too greedy in his eyes and loose whatever respect he may have for me and I also don't want to be in his debt. So what can I ask, which he can give me easily and it won't incur any debt on my behalf.
"Can I have Remus as my tutor? I want to sit for my NEWTs in two years." I asked him after some minutes of thinking. This will work out perfectly as I will be able to spend time with Remus and I will also be able to continue my studies.
"Of course, you need not ask, it is your education after all. But that does not feel like a fair gift exchange at all." he said looking at me intently.
"That is all I need for now." I replied smiling at him charmingly. This is working out better than expected. Who would have thought that being a Slytherin will turn out to be so much fun.
"Well that is fine then. I will see you in morning." As he went to stand up, I thought what the heck, why not. I pulled him close and kissed him softly on the lips. Just a brush of my mouth against his; his lips are as soft as they look.
I want to kiss him again and again, I refrain for now and whisper a soft Good Night against his lips. He stares at me for a minute before saying Good Night and leaves for his room. My first day as Consort Slytherin, I can certainly learn to live it. With that thought I went to sleep.