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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. There is also references to past abuse as well as sexual themes and content. Feel free to back out if need be.
Author's Note: In case the first paragraph or two is not enough to fill you in, this is a continuation of Sacrificed, where Harry was chosen to be sacrificed by his village as soon as he was deemed old enough to be. He was convinced he was going to die, but it turned that it involved only little deaths.
Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: Best Stories (Y); La Vie Boheme; Adult Activities; My Favorite Things; Disabled; Immortal MC (x2); Lovely Triangle; Ship Sails; Hold the Mayo; Gender Bender; Citrus Sale; Go Fluff Yourself; Bronze Era; Old Shoes (Y); Bucket Listing (Y); Short Jog; Feathers & Such; Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y)
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 05
Subject (Task No.): Thanatology (Task#7: Write about someone following instructions.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 [42](Candle); Fantastic Beasts [69](Oliver Wood); Auction [D18-A1]("Iris" - Goo Goo Dolls) [For Gryffindor]
Other MC4A Challenges: AU [3C](Roman Empire); FaB [1D](Teaching); Set [2E](Dinning Room);Ship (Prefect Keeper)[Bingo (Hand Feeding)]; Hunt [Fa Items](Glass/Cup); Chim [Loride] (Candles); Fire (Spleen to Me); Garden [Duties (Humming; Kissing; Kneeling)]; Hang [Phase 1] (n/a)
Representation(s): Fem Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood/Harry Potter; Roman Empire Era; Succubae AU
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Piper Mix; Turtle-Duck; Second Verse (Most Human Bean; Three's Company; Lock & Key; Nightingale; Nontraditional; Found Family; White Dress; Not a Lamp; Ladylike); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Wabi Sabi; Fizzy Lemonade; Fire Song; Tomorrow's Shade; Eternal Boredom; Larger than Life; Unicorn; Creature Feature; Abandoned Ship; Surprise!)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: CM (Brier; Yogin); TY (Slainte); LiCK (Tansy; Poppy); FR (Satisfaction); Orator (Oath)
Word Count: 1070 words
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Healed
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Harry would have been the first to admit that he hadn't fully understood what his life would be like when he had decided to stay after he had been sacrificed to the beings that lived in the mountains above his village. He had been so resigned to dying or being devoured (in a completely different way than he's now come to expect) that he hadn't thought about what staying long term would mean other than not needing to return to the village or struggle to find another place to stay. He had understood that Oliver and Sigune fed off of sexual energy, and even then, they would have kept their word about letting him stay without needing to feed them.
Of course, Harry hadn't lied to them either when he had said that he hadn't done anything like what they needed to feed. Living in his village, under the nonexistent mercy of his family and the elders, Harry had never really felt anything sexual. While other kids his age had gone through the dance of courting and seducing others, Harry simply had never felt the urge, not for pursuing anyone else or to do things by himself. At one point, he would have even said that he was completely incapable of feeling the sort of passion required for it.
But that was before the village elders had chosen him for the yearly sacrifice. The ritual to prepare him had left him feeling a vague sense of violation through the haze of the drug that had been in whatever they had made him drink during it. The plug that the old ladies doing the prep had forced into him had sent sparks throughout his body. Something in the aura of Oliver and Sigune had provided the rest of it.
So, no, Harry had not understood fully what he was getting into when he agreed to stay with the pair of mated sex demons. He did understand now, however. He understood that he was not only allowed to stay, but Sigune was especially protective of Harry, both his body and his mind. In return, Harry found himself extra eager to help her in whatever manner she wanted.
Right then, she was lounging on the large bed in the center of the room allegedly supervising him trading out the stubs of candles from the wall sconces around the playroom. (Honestly, Harry thought it was just an excuse to order him around, and she would occasionally tell him how well he was doing it, which made him shiver slightly at the warmth that raced through him every time.) Harry had just dropped the last stub of a candle in the divided basket he was carrying when Oliver entered carrying a goblet filled with something that had a thick head of lime colored froth. Sigune sat up eagerly, her freckle colored hands already reaching for the drink.
"I want to give him the elixir," she demanded almost like a spoiled child. Harry blinked at her, both in surprise and because she farther away than what he could see more than a blur. Sigune was normally more reserve than that. In the month that Harry had been with them, he had never seen Oliver deny her anything so long as he was physically capable of achieving.
Oliver didn't deny her this time either, handing over the cup without hesitation, before sitting down beside her to rub at the thick scar on his leg. It was barely visible below the hem of the short tunic he was wearing that day, but even with his bad eyesight, Harry could see the inflamed flesh edging it.
Sigune took the goblet with one hand while she beckoned Harry closer with the other. Obediently, Harry abandoned his task and came over to the pair of succubuae on the bed. She smiled as she spread her legs slightly where they had been draped over the edge of the bed. He needed no other words to kneel between them. She rewarded him by running her fingers through his hair.
"We have noticed that you have trouble seeing," Sigune explained gently. She scratched gently at his scalp. Harry leaned into the touch. "We also noticed that it gives you headaches sometimes. So we made you this potion to help you."
"You did that for me?" Harry asked, incredulous. She hummed in agreement. "Will it hurt?"
"Very briefly," Sigune warned, "but then you will be able to admire me from across the room."
"You are very pretty," Harry agreed. Feeling bold, he leaned forward and placed a kiss to the inside of her knee. Then he placed another one right beside it. He would have done another one but Sigune used the grip that she had on his hair to pull him away. She tried to give him a stern look, but he could see the heat starting to leak around the edges of it.
"You are incorrigible," she scolded. Harry just grinned at her. "We created a monster in you, precious."
"You like me this way," Harry quipped. Oliver reached out and took his chin in a firm grip that he used to gently turn Harry's face towards him. His normally jovial expression held the sternness that Sigune had lacked. Harry could feel a shiver of dread sliding down his spine, made worse by the praise that Sigune had been practically heaping on him earlier.
"We like you, lovey, and in any way that you are," Oliver corrected. Harry felt his eyes sting with tears at the calm rebuke. Oliver released Harry's chin to stroke the back of his fingers down Harry's cheek. "You are precious to us for many reasons, a true treasure and a pleasure besides."
"But you're curing my eyes?"
"Because they bring you pain," Sigune interjected, "not because they are flawed."
"Besides," Oliver picked up, his stern expression giving away to an open leer, "you need to be able to see Sigune fall apart watching you ride me."
Harry whimpered with need.
Sigune held the cup for him as he drank down the potion. As promised, the pain lasted only a brief time. Harry didn't even notice the sting really, as Oliver had dropped to the floor behind him and had started prepping him. As extra distraction, Sigune allowed him to continue his trail of kisses to their ultimate designation and drink of her personal essence to his heart's content.