"Aahhh!" Voldemort started shrieking as his body started to transform. He tried to stay quiet, but it hurt sooo much. He started thrashing around like he was under the Crutacius. Harry, who still had his master's head in his lap, tried to move the man's body into a more comfortable position. Harry wrapped his arms around the older man's body and laid them both on their sides. Voldemort automatically curled into a fetal position, his body shaking violently.
Hair began to grow on his, and Harry heard bones cracking as they broke and reformed into stronger bones. Blood began to come from Voldemort's mouth, nose and ears as his facial structure began to change. Harry let go of Voldemort when his body once again began thrashing. He covered his ears to try and block out the screaming. Tears poured from his eyes as he looked at his master. There was so much blood. Harry never had more than a paper cut, or slight bleeding and bruising from Mister Malfoy's punishments, it was nothing compared to what he was looking at now. His master sounded like he was dying, and it was all his fault. 'Why did I talk him into this? I know Master wanted to have sex with me, but it is not worth this pain.'
After about two hours the screams ebbed away and Voldemort stopped thrashing. He was still shaking in pain, but it looks as if the worst was over. Harry removed his hands from his ears and wiped the tears from his eyes. He looked over to where Voldemort lay and stroked the man's cheek shakily. He pulled back his hand and noticed it was covered in blood. Harry looked around the room to see a door he had not noticed before. He quickly walked over to it and opened the door, inside was a large black and white marble bathroom. A huge sunken tub that could easily pass for a swimming pool was in the centre, while a nice-sized glass shower was in the back of the room. To Harry's left was the wash sink, and to the right was a toilet. Harry walked to his left and found a small bowl under the sink in a cabinet along with a few hand towels. Harry grabbed the bowl and a towel and filled the bowl up with warm water.
Harry walked back out of the bathroom and set the bowl on a bedside table. He carefully brought the wet towel to Voldemort's face and began to gently wipe off the blood. Harry immediately noticed the difference in the man's bone structure. He had a nose, a real nose, not the old snake-like one that was sunken into his face. He also had eyebrows and eyelashes. He had high cheekbones too. As Harry removed the blood, red eyes opened and looked at him. They were no longer clouded in pain, just exhaustion. Harry smiled cutely, but shyly as well. His master smiled faintly back, through perfect pink lips and beautiful straight white teeth. Voldemort carefully turned to lie on his back and groaned as he felt a few joints pop. He closed his eyes again and let his slave take care of him, that is what he is there for after all. Harry once again put his master's head into his lap and continued to wipe off the blood and ran his fingers through the now shoulder-length straight black hair. His hair was as soft as it looked.
After the face was done Harry looked for any more blood. He didn't spot any but did notice his strong broad shoulders and nicely built chest. Harry just wanted to run his nimble fingers down the muscles to see if they were real. 'Mister Malfoy certainly did NOT have something like that hidden under his robes. Yeah, the man had some muscle, but nothing like that.' Harry thought. His eyes went up his chest and slightly over to look at his master's arms. Those too were nicely muscled, not like a bodybuilder's arms, but definitely very strong. Harry looked down at his master's arms and noticed the very fine-looking hands. They looked incredibly strong, he could just imagine those hands holding him down, showing no mercy. With hands like that, his master could do whatever he wanted to him. 'Oh the possibilities.' Harry thought as he licked his blood-red lips.
Harry looked back up to his master's face to once again see his eyes open. Voldemort had opened his eyes after his slave had stopped wiping off his face. He looked up to notice the boy eyeing him hungrily. He watched and saw a pink tongue dart out to lick red lips slowly. He wanted nothing more than to throw the boy onto the bed and have his way with him right then and there. 'Perhaps I shall do just that.' Voldemort thought just as the boy looked back at him.
With a burst of unexpected energy, Voldemort quickly removed his head from Harry's lap and flipped the boy onto his back on the bed. Harry just stared at him startled. He looked into the man's blood-red eyes and gasped as he saw them filled with lust. Voldemort quickly attacked his neck like a vampire in blood lust, making sure to make a nice big hickey where he was sucking. There would be no doubt that Harry belonged to him now. He moved down the boy's neck to suck on the junction between Harry's neck and collarbone. The boy, Harry, made a sharp squeak and then took in a deep breath. 'Must be a sensitive area.' Voldemort noted as he bit down on the spot and licked the purple bite as if to soothe it.
Voldemort continued his exploration of the boy's body, leaving vicious-looking love bites all down the boy's chest. Harry moaned all the while. He finally came down to the boy's groin. He gently nipped on the boy's thigh and licked the vein on the boy's cock. Voldemort quickly took the length in front of him into his mouth.
Harry screamed in pleasure. He had never felt anything like this before. 'Oh my god, oh my god, ohmygodohmygod.' Was all Harry could think as he wailed in absolute bliss. Sure he could give a professional blowjob, but he never imagined his master would give him one. Mister Malfoy said it was beneath him. But here his master was, sucking cock like it was an everyday thing. Harry had only ever brought himself off, and he now knows why Mister Malfoy enjoyed his administrations so much. It felt sooo good.
Voldemort didn't stop giving attention to the boy's member, even when he reached for the jar of lube on the bedside table. He quickly put some lube on three fingers and pushed the first one into the boy.
'Ouch, what the hell was that?' Harry thought as he looked down. It was a very arousing sight, seeing his master sucking his cock. He forced himself to look for the source of pain and noticed his master's finger moving in and out of him. Harry decided it was for the best as his body relaxed around the finger.
Voldemort added another finger and then another. The boy seemed eager as he was pushing down on the fingers frantically. Voldemort finally released the boy's cock from his mouth with a small pop along with his fingers. Harry mewled in protest until he felt his master's cock at his entrance. Voldemort slowly pushed in while looking into Harry's green eyes. He noticed the boy's eyes leaking with tears of pain and brought his hand up to wipe them away. He smiled at the young boy and kissed his lips as he pushed himself the rest of the in.
Both of them were breathing deeply at the same time. Harry from pain, and Voldemort because he was trying his best to hold himself back from slamming into the boy. The boy wasn't some random minion who he could fuck ruthlessly. Harry has been trained to please him. That was his purpose. He would be there when he woke up, when he ate, and when they slept. No, he wouldn't hurt something that belonged to him. Harry was just like Nagini, but more useful. He was a companion.
Harry wiggled beneath his master to show him he was ready. His master began moving in and out slowly, and then faster. Voldemort tried different angles searching for that one spot that will make his slave's body sing. 'There.' Voldemort thought as Harry let out a loud moan. Harry wrapped his legs around his master's waist, trying to make his orgasm come quicker.
"Oh, please, master, oh, harder!" Harry said breathlessly. Needless to say, Harry was definitely enjoying himself. Voldemort smirked and went even deeper, harder, and quicker than before, trying to hit the boy's prostate with every thrust. The boy was so tight, and it had been so long since he had sex, he knew he wouldn't last long. Voldemort grabbed the boy's cock and started pumping. Harry let out a scream as he came screaming, "MASTER!"
Voldemort looked at his pet as Harry came, and that was his undoing. He let out a long groan as he spilt his seed inside the boy. He collapsed next to the boy on the bed and drew him close. He pressed a kiss to the boy's sweaty temple and said, "Goodnight, Pet."
He heard a quiet, "Sleep well, Master," before they both fell into an exhausted sleep.