Well, here is another chapter. Mind you, I planned to write this sooner but my pc died and well, I only get my new one Monday, so I now write on an old shitty laptop.
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Voldemort felt like laughing, Victory was finally his. Hogwarts last defenders had finally been broken and only a few scattered remains had well, remained. Confidentially he strode across the schools ground basking in the shining rays of sun shining down in front of him... at night. After considering the situation for a few seconds Voldemort made the only reasonable decision in this situation.
''Greyback, check out what the hell that is'' Send in expendable minions.
The arrogant werewolf strode towards the light with no fear and stepped into it and... continued standing there with nothing happening. Finally, he decided that there was probably nothing going to happen.
''There doesn't seem to be anything to this my Lord. I mean, aside from those rays just randomly being here. They just don't seem to be doing any-''
''OH MY!''
(insert Awaken my Quivering Abs! here)
And all of a sudden a very muscular, naked, and oiled arm slung itself around Greybacks throat from behind pinning him to an equally naked and oiled body while another hand was roaming across his body.
Voldemort had honestly no clue how to react and neither did any of his other Servants, as a result, they just stood there for a while having no clue how to react. The silence was finally broken when Voldemort couldn't bear to hear the aroused moaning of the naked man anymore, or the pathetic whimpers of Greyback for that matter. As such he decided to address the being with all the dignity he could muster in this situation ''WHAT BY SLYTHERINS BALLS ARE YOU FUCKING SUPPOSED TO BE?'', which was to say no very much.
It seemed to have served its purpose though, seeing how the naked man let go of Greyback and turned his attention to Voldemort who now realized two things, that he did not actually want this... mans attention and that he was thankfully at least wearing something to cover his crotch, as little as it was. Silence reigned for a few more seconds during which the man simply stared at Voldemort and he stared back at his own reflection on the man's skin, how much fucking body oil could one apply to a single person?
To Voldemort's ever-growing horror it was the man that broke the silence with a chuckle that someone sounded condescending and aroused at the same time and gave him a strong desire to clench his butt together as hard as possible.
''Is that you little Tommy boy?''
This left Voldemort with a very hard decision. On one hand, he really wanted to know how this man knew of his past but on the other hand he really, really didn't want to know what connection this man had to him. Not so thankfully the man took said decision away from Voldemort when he began walking over to him. Voldemort desperately hoped that one of his servants would stop him but to no avail. After the first one tried to send a killing curse at the man only for him to easily sidestep and at the same time kick a rock so hard that it shot through the Death eaters mask and head the others decided to keep a respectful distance to not distract their Lord in his concentration, at least that is what they would be saying should they be cruciod later on, it was torture Tuesday after all and Voldemort never missed torture Tuesday.
Way quicker then the Dark lord wished the man had made his way over to him and bend down to look Voldemort directly in the face.
''It is so good to see you again little Tommy boy. Though you are as unsightly as ever.''
Voldemort could feel a rough hand grabbing his ass. He would have defended itself but he quite frankly had lost the ability to form coherent thoughts minutes ago. The Dark Lords lack of response caused the figure to let out a snicker which he somehow managed to make sound aroused.
''But don't worry my brothers and I will take good care of you. Why, we will even play a game with you, it will be most... satisfying.'' The last word of the sentence being as much a word as a moan.
The most feared Dark Lord in British history reacted in the only way he possibly could react to a threat like this. He let out a pathetic whimper while protectively putting his hand over his ass that was thankfully not in the grasp of the giant creeps hand anymore.
''Oh, that won't help you.''
And before Voldemort had any chance to curl up into fetus position and start crying both he and the man were gone in a flash of light.
Silence reigned as the Death Eaters observed the spot where their master had just stood. Finally, Lucius stepped up and addressed his fellow death eaters.
''All for me being the new boss, wich won't torture you all for fun and actually is capable of the bureaucracy involved in running a country say aye.''
''Aye.''
''Aye.''
''Aye.''
''Do we get paid vacation, the right to form a workers union and weekends off?''
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Once again silence reigned until... ''What the hell is a workers union?''
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Well, this is another chapter down and if I am honest, one I am not particularly proud off. Like, the idea for using one of the oiled up creeper men is fun but actually coming up with the jokes is surprisingly hard. Anyway, I do hope that it was at least still vaguely amusing and will do my best to come up with something better for the next chapter, maybe a Salamander or Inquisitor.