The Istfy's Curse

 

Part II

 

Chapter 6

 

On Friday, Severus returned to his chambers both proud of himself and psychologically shattered. So far, he had managed to control himself. His gestures, he knew, were as cold and calculated as when he sliced frog livers. That was how it had to be, for Potter's own good and pleasure.

Dumbledore called him to his office everyday to ask about his beloved one. Severus wanted to punch him. The Headmaster's attitude seemed extremely hypocritical to him. It was always the same masquerade: Severus would tell him everything was all right with Potter; the Headmaster would look pleased and repeat his motto, that he trusted Severus. But if Dumbledore knew how hard it was for him to honour that trust, and how close he was to throwing it all away!

How ironic it was that, before his first time with Potter, Severus had feared he wouldn't be able to have an erection in those circumstances. He had even carried a phial containing an "infallible" potion in one of his pockets. How ironic that now he had only to think of the boy to find himself in an embarrassing situation.

In spite of all that, Severus had kept strict control during the whole week, and managed to follow the discipline he had imposed on himself: he would enter Sekhet-Aanru, take Potter from behind after a quick preparation, and leave.

On Saturday, Severus had confirmed his certainty that he was doing the right thing. They were all together for lunch in the Great Hall, students and staff. Severus couldn't take his eyes off Potter, but Potter didn't look back at him: he was very busy casting seductive looks at Zacharias Smith. After lunch, they left the Great Hall together, shoulders brushing. Severus followed them into a dark corridor, and saw Potter pulling his Hufflepuff boyfriend behind the statue of Andros the Invincible.

Severus could very well imagine what they must be doing there, and could never permit it. He seized Potter by his arm and violently pulled him out. "Mr Potter, though I doubt your ability to grasp the concept, morality is still fundamental and necessary in this school, and you are not, by any means and in spite of your beliefs, above that. While I am here, a debauchee like you will not taint the name of this school. Mr Smith, I have no words to express my revulsion regarding your behaviour. Detention for both of you, tonight. Mr Smith shall present himself to Mr Filch. I will take care of you personally, Mr Potter... Now go immediately to your dormitories."

Severus had been painfully reminded that that beautiful boy with sad, intense eyes; that boy who submitted to him so eagerly; that affectionate, responsive boy, desired Zacharias Smith, and not him.

~*~*~

As soon as curfew began, Severus threw the Floo powder into the fireplace of his chambers and went to Sekhet-Aanru, his blood boiling in his veins.

His feet had barely touched the ground when he turned ferociously to Potter. "What were you thinking? Don't you remember that if another person has sex with you this person will die?"

"Is that why you're so angry?" The boy dared to approach him and rest his hands on his chest. "Because you fear for Zach's life?"

Unsettled, enraged and excited by the sweet and musky scent of the boy, Severus gripped his shoulders to push him away, but his treacherous hands pulled the boy against his body instead, and he crushed the boy's lips in a feral and desperate kiss.

In the six days they had been having sex, Severus had never lost control, had never kissed his slave. The boy moaned and squirmed eagerly in his arms. Severus groaned and tore off Potter's robes, then his own. Severus dragged him across the bedroom, kissing and biting him all over. When they met a wall, Severus crushed him against it, and wedged a leg between his, pressing it against the boy's erection.

Potter moaned louder, but Severus knew it was out of arousal and not pain. "Is this what you want, brat? Do you want to drive me insane?" Severus searched Potter's face and shivered when he saw him grinning maliciously and nodding.

Maddened by jealousy, rage and lust, Severus threw him onto the bed and jumped on top of him, slamming him against the mattress. "I tried to make it easy for you, brat, but if you want it rough, I can give that to you too. But don't complain later," he whispered through gritted teeth. Severus pulled out his glasses, then lifted both the boy's arms and conjured ropes to bind him. "You are mine. Don't you dare touch another person. Never. If I see you with another person, I'll spank you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week."

A spark flared in Potter's eyes, and Severus could feel it was not out of fear. Potter was aroused. Truly. "Do you like when I speak to you like this?" asked Severus, almost in a growl. "Do you like to be bound?"

Potter nodded again. Oh, Merlin, Severus could feel the boy's lust, could feel how aroused he was - Severus couldn't tell if was because of the idea of being punished by Severus, or by Severus's possessive ways, or both.

Severus's lips curled in a sardonic smile. "Now, Mr Potter, it seems the idea of being spanked arouses you, is it so?" Severus pinched one of Potter's nipples between two fingers, and Potter responded wrapping his legs around Severus's hips and thrusting towards them.

Severus stripped off Potter's briefs and prepared him only with a lubricant spell, eager to take him. Soon he was inside the tight warmth of his slave. This time, Severus used his mouth and hands, stroking, kissing, biting, and licking. Severus slid his palm down Potter's belly, and curled his fingers around the boy's cock. Potter bucked and whined. Severus slid in deeper, opening the boy wider, impaling him. When Potter pushed back against him, Severus realised he was all the way inside. His fingers dug into Potter's hips. For the first time, their bodies connected in a perfect way, as Severus had craved for since their first night together, and when Severus found the right angle and hit the boy's prostate, he felt Potter starting to melt beneath him. Severus squeezed the boy's cock harder and watched him come in long pulses, shaking and trembling. He didn't last much longer; he thrust harder, faster, again and again, sunk his teeth into Potter's shoulder and shuddered, coming in a sharp outburst.

A few minutes later, Severus slipped off Potter's body, terribly ashamed. "Potter, I apologise. My behaviour was inexcusable. I shouldn't have taken advantage of the bond."

"No! Don't apologise. I provoked you."

"The fact that you have provoked me doesn't justify my actions. As your professor..."

"Don't give me that!"

Severus arched an eyebrow. He cast a cleaning spell and pulled the coverlet over Potter and himself. He stared at the boy again and a shiver ran through his body. "You really enjoyed it, didn't you? I have to admit your response was very encouraging and gratifying to me too. However, we cannot forget that this is happening only because of the Istfy's Curse. The bond arouses in you the desire to be my sexual slave. I was a fool to think it would be enough to appease the sexual drives created by the bond."

~*~*~

Chapter 7

 

On Sunday morning, Severus started when he realised he had spent the night in Sekhet-Aanru. He turned to the sleeping boy beside him and shuddered at the protective instinct the boy aroused in him. This was becoming more and more dangerous. Severus had to discover how to undo the Istfy's Curse.

He got up and dressed himself.

"Mmmm," Potter murmured in his sleep.

"I have to go, Potter. I'll see you tonight. Behave yourself. Your NEWTs will begin on Monday. Don't let all this turmoil disturb your studies."

Potter yawned while Severus threw the Floo powder into the fireplace.

In his chambers, Severus asked tea to the house-elves and changed his clothes.

A few minutes later, Severus Apparated at the Great Market of Punt, by the tent of the old devotee of Min.

~*~*~

Severus took measures to ensure that Zacharias Smith would never get near Potter again. Veiled but unmistakable allusions to a potion that might cause him great pain and leave him impotent forever scared the boy to death. Severus was also pleased to note that Potter was now ignoring his Hufflepuff former boyfriend completely.

Potter was turning out to be a fantastic partner in bed. Severus was always testing his control over the boy, and the boy submitted. It was a new and exciting experience for Severus.

The NEWTs had finished. At the end of the next week, the third week since Potter and Snape had been bound by the Istfy's Curse, the students would return home.

Things were looking quite good until Wednesday, when the Dark Lord summoned Severus for a private talk. The Dark Lord looked determined.

"Severus, as soon as the potion is ready and the Istfy's ritual can be performed, you will bring Harry Potter to me."

Severus tried to make him change his mind, as politely as he could. "Master, forgive me, but is it really necessary or prudent? Isn't it preferable to let Potter die without having any contact with you?"

"You forget a most important factor: we do not know the whole content of that prophecy. If I can have Potter here, at my mercy, as my slave, I shall be able to extract this information out of him. Trying to kill him before knowing full content of the prophecy would not be prudent."

"But Master, no one knows if Dumbledore has revealed the content of the prophecy to Potter."

"That will be a wonderful opportunity to find out. As my slave, he will not be able to resist my Legilimency powers."

"And how can I take him from Hogwarts?"

"I will give you a Portkey."

"Dumbledore keeps Potter under strict surveillance."

"Dumbledore trusts you. I am sure you will find a way to deceive him. You are very good at it. If you fail, you will have to suffer the consequences. I have nothing to lose; Potter will perish, one way or the other."

~*~*~

Severus returned to Hogwarts in the gloomiest of moods.

"You should rest, Severus. We will think about this later," said Dumbledore, trying to appease him.

"I know perfectly well what we have to do: nothing. I'm not going to hand Potter over to him. I'm aware that this means my spying days are over. I'm not happy with this solution; I don't want to become a dead weight in the war, but it's the only possible alternative."

"You may be right, Severus. But we shall not be rash."

Severus stormed out of Dumbledore's office slamming the door furiously, and went straight to his chambers and, by Floo, to Sekhet-Aanru. At least the Dark Lord had summoned him after they have had sex, otherwise Potter would be dead by now. A shiver ran through Severus's body just to think of that possibility, and how fragile was Potter's life at that moment.

Potter was awake and waiting for him. His tired eyes lit up when he saw Severus. "Severus! What has he done to you? You look terrible."

In spite of all the hate and weariness that pervaded Severus's body and soul, the fact that Potter had called him by his first name didn't pass unnoticed and evoked a strange emotion inside him. "He hasn't done anything, Potter. I just have to rest."

Severus went to the bathroom, took off his robes and donned a nightshirt. When he slipped beneath the blankets, the boy snuggled up to him. Severus wrapped a tired and possessive arm around him. Then he felt oddly calmer, and promised to himself that he wouldn't let that reptilian monster hurt his Harry.

~*~*~

Chapter 8

 

Harry knew there was something wrong. The bond permitted him to sense Snape's feelings clearly.

He knew his burden wouldn't end just because he had been spared of being bonded to Voldemort. He knew he would have to fulfil his mission and kill Voldemort.

Harry held Snape tightly, and suddenly the solution to the problem seemed very clear to him.

He would talk to Dumbledore the next day, and tell him his idea.

~*~*~

After talking to Dumbledore, he felt relieved. There was only one problem: how to tell Snape about their decision.

At night, after Snape had taken him, Harry mustered up courage - he couldn't keep postponing it any longer. "I have a confession to make."

"Spit it out."

"I went to talk to Dumbledore this morning, and we made a decision."

Snape sat on the bed abruptly. "Without consulting me?"

"I'm sorry. Please, don't be angry."

Snape got up and glared at him. "It's no use playing the submissive now, do you understand? What have you decided? Spit it out!"

"You're too anxious. Calm down."

"Potter, for the last time: spit it out, or you will be very sorry."

Funny. Outside of a sexual context, Snape's threats didn't arouse him. Harry didn't feel compelled to obey him, except sexually. But the bond also didn't let him openly affront his Master; it was too painful. Harry curled up in pain.

Snape made a gesture as if to beat him, but then he stopped and walked to the fireplace. He threw the Floo power into it saying, "Headmaster's office."

~*~*~

Chapter 9

 

"Severus, calm down. It's a good plan. You will prepare the potion as Riddle asked you, and you will take Harry to him."

"Never," Severus snarled through clenched teeth.

"Please be patient and listen to the whole plan. As we both know, a new potion will not affect Harry. But Harry told me you have been affected by the Istfy's Curse too. He told me the curse stimulates your desire to dominate the slave. Do you confirm his impression?"

The treacherous brat had told Dumbledore his intimate secrets! Severus swallowed hard. "It's true."

"So Riddle will feel compelled to have sex with Harry."

Severus panicked. "Headmaster, don't make him go through with this. I beg you. I know I will be forever in your debt, and I am in your hands, but don't let the boy go through this."

"It was he who came and suggested this to me, Severus. And you know how stubborn he is. He thinks he has found the perfect plan to kill Riddle without having to do anything. Everything is ready. We just need to give him support. You will be inside the Riddle House, and the Order will be prepared to act at any moment."

~*~*~

Severus spent the entire following week plodding along without energy or motivation. He couldn't even have pleasure by being with Potter. Everything was too painful, and he didn't want to vent his anger on his slave.

When the day scheduled by the Dark Lord arrived, Severus packed a trunk with all the ingredients necessary for the potion. Potter was already with him in his chambers, and watched him packing. When Severus finished checking if everything was in order, Potter conjured ropes with his wand and handed them out to him. "Bind me, Master," he said, a seductive smile on his face. "And take my wand."

"Not before whipping your arse raw, brat."

"I'm already hard."

"Good for you, because I will have to fuck you before we go. If he somehow manages to keep you captive, you will resist longer."

Severus took him right there, on his office floor. It wasn't a romantic scene for what could be their last time together, but Severus didn't want to think about that.

Severus couldn't even think of sacrificing himself to save Potter, because if he died, Potter wouldn't survive more than twenty-four hours.

~*~*~

"Ah, Severus, I am very pleased with you. I will show you my gratitude, when this is over."

A shiver of revulsion ran down Severus's spine. He was in the Riddle House's hall, the golden cauldron with the Istfy's potion simmering and Harry Potter bound and gagged beside the cauldron.

At least the Dark Lord hadn't summoned all his Death Eaters to parade his new slave around. Not even Lucius had been called; only the three of them were there. What could the monster be planning?

Severus knew there was no use in procrastinating. Harry must be suffering there, all tied up, and the more Severus delayed it, the weaker Harry would become. Severus called the Dark Lord, took a knife, cut Harry's arm and let his blood drip into the cauldron. He closed Harry's cut as fast and effectively as he could. Then he asked the Dark Lord to hold out his arm, and repeated the same procedure with him. The potion smoked, and Severus pronounced the spell: "mk thw m bak y"*.

The Dark Lord looked at him with eyes redder than ever, and turned them to the boy. Then the Dark Lord flicked his wand and brought Harry to him as if he were an object. "Accio Potter." He held the tied up boy firmly by his arm and turned to face Severus again. "Keep guard here, and wait for my return."

The Dark Lord dragged Harry to the cellar. Severus waited a few seconds, giving them a good head start, but didn't lose sight of them. Then he went after them.

~*~*~

Chapter 10

 

Harry found himself in a small cellar, cluttered with heaps of tangled wooden planks and other things. There was a ragged mattress on the floor.

Voldemort closed the door and turned to Harry, his eyes glowing intensely. "Finally alone, Potter. You must be desperate for my touch."

How right you are, weirdo.

Voldemort approached and took off his gag. "But first you will tell me the prophecy's content."

"I don't know," Harry answered.

"Ah, but you will tell me. Because if you don't, you will die."

Harry swallowed hard. It was now or never. He would have to play his part, and he would have to play it well. "Please, touch me... I can't even think now. I'm burning for you, Master. Take me, and then I'll tell you everything."

Harry realised his speech had had an effect over his enemy when Voldemort touched him, a nasty smile on his face. "Oh, my pet... Let me unbind you." With a flick of his wand, Voldemort loosened the ropes and freed Harry. "You will beg me to fuck you. You will crawl on the floor like a snake... Speak Parseltongue with me, my pet..."

Harry started to talk dirty in Parseltongue, saying how much he wanted to be fucked by him.

Voldemort threw him face down on the floor and undressed him with another flick of his wand. Then he sat down languidly on the mattress, a few feet from Harry. "Come, pet. Crawl to me."

Biting his lower lip in anger and frustration, Harry obeyed. The floor was covered in sand. The hard sand rubbed hot and scraped his skin raw. His cock ached and became hard. When he got near, Voldemort turned him and laid him on the mattress.

Struggling to hide his revulsion, Harry saw him opening his robes and pulling out his cock. Scales covered his purple penis.

"I know you want it inside you, pet..."

Harry bit his lower lip harder and nodded. "Please, Master."

"Tell me the prophecy, my pet, and it will be all yours."

Over my dead body, thought Harry. "Master, I'm going to die if you don't touch me now. Please, put it inside me. Please." Fighting his own shame, Harry spread his legs, exposing himself to the reptilian creature.

Then he saw a shudder running through Voldemort's body from head to toe, exactly like the shuddering body of a snake. And Voldemort positioned himself between Harry's legs, his erect cock just a few inches from Harry's arsehole. "Is that what you want, my pet?" Voldemort rubbed the head of his cock on Harry's entrance, and his reptilian body stiffened immediately. A hideous cry echoed through the Riddle House, and Voldemort's body turned into ashes in front of Harry.

Yes. That was exactly what Harry wanted.

~*~*~

Chapter 11

 

When Severus heard the ghastly cry, he opened the cellar door with an Alohomora and found Harry naked on the mattress, in front of a heap of ashes.

Harry stood up immediately and flew into Severus's arms.

"It's over, Harry."

"Yeah. We got rid of him."

Severus summoned Harry's robes and dressed him. "Let's go back to Hogwarts," he said, determinedly.

"Don't you have to warn the Order?"

"Sod the Order. Let's go back home."

~*~*~

Classes had already ended, and the students had returned home. Except Harry, bound to Severus by the Itsfy's Curse. After they had returned to Hogwarts, Harry hadn't wanted to see anyone besides Severus. He had refused to see his friends and begged Severus to ask Dumbledore not to reveal to anyone that he had been the one to cause the Dark Lord's death. Severus understood Harry's feelings perfectly well. When he thought of what The Daily Prophet could do with the news that Harry Potter was Severus Snape's sexual slave and had defeated the Dark Lord by seducing him, Severus felt nauseated.

Dumbledore agreed not to disclose the details of the event, but declared to the press that Harry Potter had defeated Tom Riddle when the latter had tried to kill him, and that Harry was recovering from his injuries.

Three days after the events in the Riddle House, Harry seemed recovered from the strain of the incident. They had just awakened on their bed in Sekhet-Aanru when Severus looked at Harry intently. "Yesterday I went to the Land of Punt again and, with the help of an old wizard, I believe I have discovered how to undo the Istfy's Curse."

Harry didn't look very happy. "Do you want to undo the curse?"

"Of course, Potter. We cannot spend our whole life like this. If one day I cannot be with you, you will die. This is not life."

Harry sighed. "You're right. It's just that... I don't know how to live like a normal person any more."

The look Harry gave Severus made Severus wince. "What is it that you want?" he asked, and winced again hearing the quivering tone of his own voice.

"I don't know what I want. I wish everything could be different." Harry looked contemplative. "There's something that I do know I want, though: a last night with you, before everything comes to an end. And I want to call you Severus, and want you to call me Harry."

Severus nodded. Since that afternoon at the Riddle House, Severus couldn't think of him as anything but 'Harry'. Ah, if only the devotion Harry showed for him weren't a consequence of the Istfy's Curse! If only he could have Harry with him forever, instead of having to perform a counter-curse that would destroy the bond to the best sexual partner Severus had ever had! "You will have more than one night. We will have to go to the Land of Punt together and spend a week there. The potion that will undo the Curse works only there, and it takes seven days to be completed. I found references explaining how the potion had to be prepared in an inscription in the Temple of Horus. Following the indications of an old wizard who sells oils, herbs and statuettes in the Great Market, and other hints I found in old parchments in the Library of Punt, I could locate a small and long-abandoned temple devoted to Min. That's where we are going."

~*~*~

Chapter 12

 

The Temple of Min in Punt was partly in ruins. It was formed by many rooms arranged in an intricate labyrinth. At the entrance, a statue of Min, his hand encircling the base of his erect cock. The Temple was surrounded by lettuce plants.

"Why are there so many lettuce plants here?" asked Harry.

"It's an aphrodisiac plant, and one of the symbols of the ithyphallic god," Severus explained.

"Ithy-what?"

Severus sighed loudly. "Ithyphallic. It means 'with his phallus in erection'."

"Oh."

Severus led Harry to a bedroom covered by hieroglyphic inscriptions. There was a bed - a large rectangular wooden frame with a mat of woven cords - lying against the back wall. Instead of pillows, there was a crescent-shaped headrest at one end of the bed.

Severus told Harry he had cleansed and decontaminated the place the day before; he had also installed a water tank and improvised a bathroom, and placed a copper cauldron at the centre of the bedroom. The Kyphi potion would have to be prepared there, in the domain of the god Min. That was the secret of that potion that had been spread through the Wizarding World with an adulterated recipe, and hence didn't work in the expected manner. The old wizard of the Great Market had helped Severus to interpret the true recipe, which Severus had found in the walls of the Laboratory Room, in the Temple of Horus's Great Hall.

Harry watched as Severus started to prepare the potion grinding mastic in a mortar and then putting it into the cauldron. After that, he added amber, sweet flag, aspalathos, camel grass, mint, and cinnamon, one at a time in the order described in the recipe. This formed the base of the potion, which Severus moistened with oasis wine. The base would have to be steeped overnight.

On the next day, Severus took Harry to the Temple of Horus, and told him all the spicy legends he knew. Harry liked best the one of Seth and Horus, uncle and nephew, who had engaged themselves in a war involving incest, decapitation, castration, obsession with bodily fluids, attempted homosexual rape and even - according to some texts - male pregnancy, with the birth of their son Thoth.**

When they returned to the Temple of Min, in the evening, Severus soaked raisins in oasis wine in a mortar and then ground them with a pestle. He added the raisins to the base. Now the base would have to be left to steep for another three days.

The whole week was full of delirious and delightful findings. They visited temples and pyramids, went to tea houses, and walked under the shadow of splendorous palm and olive trees in an oasis.

At night, Severus showed Harry all he knew about sexual magic and magical dominance. A touch of Severus's wand could have the effect of an ice cube rubbed on Harry's nipples; another touch on the sole of Harry's foot and a mild electric-like shock would run through his whole body. As a good Potions master, Severus knew also how to create many different sensations using only potions. Severus liked to bind Harry's wrists and blindfold him, so that Harry could concentrate only on the sensations. A massage with cinnamon oil would make his body tingle, and its scent would intoxicate him; peppermint oil felt burning cold on his nipples. Severus used also special lubes that didn't let Harry come, indefinitely extending his sweet torture.

Gradually, Harry started to feel more at ease, more relaxed. His trust in Severus was so great now that, one night, he let himself be mummified. Severus wrapped Harry's entire body with linen strips, leaving holes for the nostrils, mouth and genitals. Harry felt not restrained, but completely out of his body, due to the sensory deprivation. In fact, it wasn't a very arousing experience, but Harry was insanely happy, and he could feel that Severus was enjoying it very much.

Another night Severus laid him on his lap and showed him his flogger collection. Harry was a little afraid at first, but his arousal was stronger than his fear. Severus explained him that hard leather or rattan whips were used to leave marks, and that he would only use them if Harry needed to be punished.

Severus spanked him first with the light suede flogger, which only caressed his buttocks and made him moan, eager for more, his cock already hard; then Severus used the doeskin flogger, which made him feel like he was melting into a puddle on his Master's lap. The bedroom looked like it was filled with fog, and Harry couldn't tell if that was because of the potion or because he was in ecstasy. Finally, Severus took the heavy suede flogger, and Harry felt his buttocks burning and his cock throbbing. Then Severus spread a soothing, refreshing balsam on his slightly bruised skin, and Harry came on his Master's lap, feeling safe, loved and protected.

On their fifth night in the Temple of Min, Severus mixed the frankincense and honey together, separately, in a ceramic bowl, boiled the mixture to reduce its volume by 1/5 and mixed it with the base. The base could only be stirred with a wooden spatula, to preserve its potency. Once again, the potion would have to rest overnight.

The scent of the Kyphi was sweet, with a honey undertone throughout, and pleasant. The frankincense smell was the first to rise to the fore, and then the lemon-drop scent of the camel grass announced itself. The Kyphi's smoke was powerful. Severus explained to Harry that its vapour was used for consecrating objects, rooms or people. Its smell was rather narcotic. Harry could hear it simmering as it volatilized. Breathing it in, Harry started to be aware of his own breath. He felt sleepy and heard voices talking quietly.

On the morning of their sixth day, Severus finally added the myrrh, and the potion became even more narcotic.

Severus and Harry were living in a potion-induced Paradise. Harry felt protected, refreshed and purified.

At night, Severus turned off the fire under the cauldron. Now the potion would have to rest and cool down. The air was filled with the fragrance of the Kyphi.

On the seventh day, however, the narcotic effect ended. The potion was cool and ready for the ritual that would undo the Itsfy's Curse. The last time they had sex was sad, melancholy and when it ended a dark despair fell on Harry.

The ritual had to be performed in the nude. Severus helped Harry into the cauldron. The thick potion smelled of wine and honey. Harry had to be completely immersed while Severus pronounced the spell. When Harry plunged his head, Severus held it down, and Harry heard him murmuring the words, "ix ir.t(w) n=k mit.t dr.tw Sn.w m bAk=i"***

Then Severus helped Harry to stand up and slowly poured water from a bucket on him, to remove the excess of Kyphi. He took Harry out of the cauldron and dried him with a towel. Harry widened his eyes when he saw Severus kneeling before him to run a sponge over his legs and feet.

Finally, Severus stood up.

"Is it over?" asked Harry.

"Yes, it is."

Harry looked at Severus, confused. It was true. His body wasn't irresistibly attracted to Severus's any more. He didn't fell that emptiness that only Severus could fill. As if to replace that emptiness, an indescribable sadness invaded him, and he sat on the edge of the bed, overwhelmed.

When Harry lifted his eyes, Severus was standing in front of him, his eyes seeming to bore into his soul.

"You don't look very happy," Severus commented.

It was the understatement of the century. Harry was crestfallen.

Severus knelt again before him with a concerned look, and Harry embraced him. Severus let out a throaty growl and lay on top of him, crushing him into the bed.

Harry brushed Severus's hair from his face, tenderly. He felt his eyes sting for a moment, and blinked. "You still want me, don't you?"

"I must be out of my mind," Severus answered hoarsely.

"I'm not very submissive."

"I am more than aware of that."

"But I think I'll still like to be dominated in bed by you, and... you know... all that stuff."

The black eyes shone suspiciously, and Severus's voice sounded troubled. "So don't go away. Stay with me."

"Here?"

"Would you rather go back to your boyfriend?"

"Zach? But Severus, there's nothing between Zach and me. I was a bastard to him. I used him to make you jealous," said Harry.

"I see. I would say that that was very Slytherin of you, if it hadn't been so Gryffindorishly reckless. I could have strangled you with my own hands."

"Well, it all turned out okay, didn't it?"

Severus arched an eyebrow. "If you think so, stay with me. I'm on holiday, and you have completed your studies. The war is not over, but we have accomplished the most crucial part of our mission, and we deserve a break. After the war is over, you decide. You are very young. You should travel and see the world, you..."

"Severus, I know what I want, and I know why the bond worked so well for us."

"And can you tell me why?"

"Because... I need to believe that someone needs me, and..."

"Do you believe I need you?"

"Yes, I do."

"Have I told you that the world doesn't revolve around you?"

"So many times that I've stopped counting. But will you let me finish my explanation?" asked Harry quizzically.

"Heaven forbid me from attempting to stop the inevitable."

"As I was trying to say, you give me what I need. But you're paranoid, and you'd never be sure in a relationship if it wasn't for the feeling of safety the bond gave you."

"Without the bond, it will be an eternal fight for dominance."

Harry smiled. "At least it won't be boring."

Severus's eyes shone intensely again. "Be mine now. Completely mine."

Harry groaned and spread his legs to accommodate Severus between them.

"Calm yourself, slave. You will have to be patient. You will come only when I want you to."

Harry closed his eyes in anticipation. It was amazing to feel that Severus still had this effect on him, and without the bond, the effect seemed enhanced by the knowledge that now they were there voluntarily.

Harry felt something velvety and slim slither like a Devil's Snare around his shoulders and chest, and then stretch his arms and legs, and he realised that Severus had used smooth ropes to bind him to the bed, arms and legs spread wide in an X.

Severus nibbled his earlobe and licked the curve of his ear.

"You taste of honey, wine and myrrh, slave. I'm going to lick you all over," Severus whispered in Harry's ear.

Moving down, Severus began teasing Harry's nipples with his tongue, in flicking motions or circling them slowly, and then gently raking his teeth over them. On his way down, Severus languidly kissed his navel, delving his tongue in, then traced a path down from Harry's navel to his pubic hair, where Severus buried his nose. All that Harry could do was moan and arch his body in despair, his cock impossibly hard and flattened against his stomach.

"Bend your knees," Severus ordered him. "The ropes will adjust magically".

Harry complied, and his heart raced wildly when Severus squeezed his balls and lifted them. The warm and wet touch of Severus's tongue at his entrance made Harry shout, and he didn't stop groaning and squirming as that wicked tongue thrust in and pulled out, stretching him, filling him. "Ah, Severus, please make me come. Touch me..."

Severus raised his head from between Harry's legs, smirking. He knelt on the bed and started to lick Harry's feet - first the sole, then the toes, one by one.

"You're a perv, a sadistic bastard," Harry mumbled.

"Accio cauldron," said Severus, summoning the cauldron to the side of the bed and dipping his right hand to its bottom. Severus's hand emerged from the cauldron covered in Kyphi and curled around Harry's cock. Harry moaned louder than ever, and continued to moan when Severus started to lick the Kyphi off his cock. It was the first time that Severus sucked him. That evil tongue licking the underside of his cock, then enveloping its tip, would be more than enough to make Harry come, but when he was almost there Severus stopped and lifted his head. "Only when I give you permission."

Harry shook his head. "I can't hold back any more."

"Yes, you can," said Severus, merciless. "You have to concentrate your magic. Focus on me. Give me your control. Channel your will and your magic to me."

Harry closed his eyes and felt that, impossible as it might seem, he could do it. He channelled his energy to a maximum and then directed it to Severus. He felt wonderful; he truly wanted to let Severus dominate him completely. He opened his eyes and saw his magic flowing to Severus, making Severus stronger and more powerful. Severus radiated magic.

Severus moaned, perhaps feeling the powerful influx of magic. He released the ropes from Harry's legs and touched Harry's entrance with his wand, murmuring a lubricant spell.

Harry imagined that Severus was going to fuck him hard, but no. As if he had all the time in the world, Severus thrust in and kept still for unending seconds, his cock swelling and throbbing inside him. Then Severus started to move in and out slowly, very slowly.

Keeping this pace, Severus managed to slide deeper and dropped a kiss on Harry's chest.

"S-Severus," Harry whispered, in awe.

Their bellies slid against each other at every thrust. Harry could feel every inch of Severus's cock inside him. With his next thrust, Severus hit Harry's prostate. Harry shuddered, and his groan stopped in his throat when Severus thrust again, hitting the same point for the second time.

Now Harry didn't know if the groans he was hearing were coming from himself or Severus. The ropes tied his arms, preventing him from pulling Severus towards his body and finishing the torture. All his nerves were taut, on fire, screaming for release. Everything was centred on the man who dominated him and who was pounding him relentlessly. Severus's hair was falling like a curtain over his face, and his body was sheathed in sweat. "Harry... I'm going to...oh..."

Harry heard Severus give a long, shaky sigh and felt Severus's cock pulsing inside him. Harry tried to keep him there; he didn't want it to end. Severus held his buttocks and pulled them towards his groin, burying himself completely into Harry's body. "Now, Harry. Let's come together."

And Harry felt the pulsing of Severus's climax flowing to himself, in unending waves of pleasure. With a last desperate thrust, Severus spurted his semen inside Harry's trembling body, and Harry felt the warmth of his own seed gushing out, his whole body shuddering convulsively, falling in a bottomless abyss.

Severus had given his magic back, and stronger than ever.

~*~*~

Chapter 13

 

Severus pronounced the spell to loosen the ropes and release his slave, now soundly asleep beside him.

Severus was amazed at what had just happened. Harry had relinquished all his control and all his magic to Severus during their love act. Severus had never experienced such a strong level of empathy and influx of energy before. He had had many slaves, but most of them had ended up telling him, after a few encounters, that he was a dreadful Master. That he was too selfish to take care of his slave as he should.

Unfortunately, he had to acknowledge to himself that his relationship with Harry was different because he cared about Harry. Severus didn't like the idea of being tied down, but... it had its compensations.

Severus rested a hand on Harry's chest and, looking up to face him, noticed he had opened his eyes.

"Guh. Who needs the Istfy's Curse?" the boy drawled.

"It was unbelievable. Explain to me how you managed to do that."

"Managed to do what? To give up control to you? It must've been the power of Min acting in us. Or it's because I trust you and, er, enjoy your domination."

"It must have been the power of Min," said Severus, staring at Harry incredulously. "Not even you could be insane to the point of trusting me and enjoying my domination."

Harry just smiled, almost sadistically.

They were a very odd match, thought Severus before falling asleep.


The End

Notes:
*
"Behold, thou are my servant".

I did not add any vowels to the spells. You will have to imagine that Severus pronounced them with the vowels included. If you want to know how the scholars tend to pronounce the Egyptian words, you can read about it here, but in many cases this is not the way ancient Egyptians used to pronounce them...

In hieroglyphs:

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*** "That the like may be done for you: May troubles be removed from my servant". In hieroglyphs:

 

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Ptyx, June 2005