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The cuffs are probably the hardest working thing in the room, Marvolo thinks idly.
The pair of magic-infused leather are doing a damned good job holding up Severus's entire weight, now that the man couldn't even hold his own anymore, slumping across the make-shift breeding bench, pulling at the cuffs attached to a steel rope connected to the ceiling—not chains because he hasn't found one without a weak link. Much like life, he supposes.
The ceiling is holding up well enough too. He likes old buildings for this reason. They don't break so easily. It takes a lot to bring them own.
Much like Severus.
It's dear Bellatrix's turn with him now. Marvolo likes it when Bella turns up to play. She always has creative ways to entertain him. He likes it when his followers put up a good show.
She doesn't always go straight to fucking Severus like the others in Marvolo's inner circle, but prefers to tease instead. She knows as much as Marvolo the most sensitive points of Severus's body. A well-controlled cut here, with the sharp sides of her fingers, a pinch, a kiss, a bite. A little charm to swing the weighted chains connecting Severus's nipples, a constricture to the ring at the base of his cock at the same time as the vibration of the sound.
Severus's omega cock, slim and petite looks so pretty in the delicate snake-patterned filigree cage made from silver that Lucius Malfoy had commissioned.
Bellatrix studiously ignores Severus's empty snatch, wet and dripping, a hungry thing begging to be stuffed. They don't need Severus's words, since he's been Silenced. His simple moans accompany his pulsing empty cunt. Not that anyone can do anything about it; that hole is not for them, no matter how tempting.
The cuffs are spelled to absorb arousal. The more Severus comes close to the peaks of his pleasure, the more he will lose them. It's glowing a gentle ember hue, Severus has yet to crest. Another thing Marvolo is so proud of his omega about. His self-restraint is legendary by now.
It hasn't always been like this. Severus has always been a sensitive boy. It gives Marvolo great joy to train Severus up to where he is now. Restraint and endurance bar none.
Narcissa, Bella's sister, is there also. She prefers to work with Bella in these situations, rather than with her husband, Lucius. It's sister-bonding, they say. Marvolo does nothing to discourage it, since he do wish his inner circle to bond however they see fit. It's the entire point of nights like these, to encourage connections among his prized followers. And if Severus happens to be the means and conduit for it, Marvolo isn't complaining.
The older Black sister is grinding a serpent-headed rod, slowly, excruciatingly inside Severus's anus, no doubt hitting and massaging Severus's prostate with some degree of accuracy. If the curving spine and wild eyed look of the bound omega is of any indication.
His prostate must be very tender right now, his seminal ducts full, backing up his never-dropped balls, suspended inside his pelvis somewhere. Severus very rarely gets milked; there is no need for penile ejaculation for an omega like him anyhow. Only a cock in his cunt gets him to orgasm. Marvolo would've gelded him, but Severus's diminutive omega penis is too pretty, too sensitive, another organ by which to torment him.
When the sound is removed from Severus's cock, Narcissa slows her pace even further and adds more pressure, grinding down like pestle to mortar. Severus expels his useless seed with a pained shudder, his cock remains only half-hard at most. There is a lot, he is healthy after all. It has been a while since his last milking, too. Always in public, always agonizing. The last time was probably with the Carrow twins, though Marvolo isn't quite sure, he's always too busy watching his omega to care. It can't be the Lestrange brothers, and the Malfoy father-and-son always think the job of milking an omega is far beneath their lofty station.
"You like that don't you," Bella asks, singing out her question. As the last of Severus's seed flows out of his caged cock. She replaces the sound back up his penis, but not before fucking his urethra with it. The cuffs around Severus's wrists glow a little bit more, and his cunt grows wetter, convulsing and gasping like a second mouth. Obscene and beautiful. It is desperate for a cock, for a knot. Not quite ready yet, though. But soon.
Narcissa matches her sister's pace. Working together to violate Severus's ass and cock. There are delicate chains pierced into Severus's body clinking and chiming as he quakes.
Regulus Black is endearing in many ways. Marvolo watches the youngest Black entering the room, studiously ignoring the tableau, heading straight to report his work instead. Economical with words, cool-headed, a worthy heir for Orion Black. Better than his gone-rogue brother, by leaps and bounds. Severus is probably his only weakness.
The Black heir always followed Severus around in school. At some point, perhaps he also harbored a desire to make an honest omega out of Severus whatever that meant. Rumors had it that Regulus struggled with sorrow when Marvolo took Severus for his own. It was bad for a while, but their friendship held. After all, though he fancies himself a romantist, Regulus is a Black and a Slytherin. Opportunists by blood, and none a bigger opportunity than remaining friends with the Dark Lord's omega.
Marvolo thinks Regulus will carry a flame for Severus forever. One can only be blind not to see the kind of witches or wizards Regulus courts these days. How they look, speak, or move. Which is probably also the reason Regulus never turn down his reward for a job well done.
Narcissa pulls the snake-headed rod out from Severus's ass as though she is doing Regulus a big favor. She moves aside just in time for Regulus to pull his half-hard manhood out of his trousers. She grins as she slid the rod into Severus's mouth instead, fucking the back of the omega's throat, kissing her sister in the meanwhile.
Regulus tugs at himself a few times, cast lubrication like a gentleman and sinks himself inside the yielding entrance. He runs his hands along Severus's flank like a lover would, caresses his caged cock, and lays a kiss along the bowed back. He pushes two fingers inside Severus's dripping cunt, so he can touch himself through the thin membrane separating ass and cunt. The opposite to the little swats and painful licks of scouring magic applied to Severus's front by Regulus's two cousins.
His thrusts are long and deep, satisfying and loving, compared to Narcissa's punishing pace in violating Severus's mouth. It is a study of contrasts that seem to please Severus's body. The cuffs glow bright red now, and his breathing is labored.
Avery Sr. and the younger Mulciber takes over when the two Black sisters become more enamored with each other than with the omega, almost losing interest in Severus in favor of pleasuring each other on the floor next to the writhing omega.
The snake rod is replaced with Mulciber's cock. Another one who seems to have a schoolboy crush on Severus, Marvolo remembers. The other member of Severus's fan club, Evan Rosier, is unfortunately overseas on an extended assignment. Marvolo needs to remember to make it up to the young man. Severus will be happy to see an old friend.
To Severus, the night is a blur of denied passion and endless rotation of cocks and cunts. He cleans Bella's juices from Narcissa's alpha cock, eats out Alecto's beta cunt, and even the pussy of an omega Abraxas brought to the gathering. His body is on fire when it is not tired, his belly full of cum, his skin slick with sweat and ejaculate, welts and bruises. And yet his cunt remains painfully empty.
Another crest of passion, the cuffs around his wrist glows. Until it is bright red like a Gryffindor pennant, mocking him as he thrashes and keens. The cuffs will absorb his wantoness and make him into the perfect vessel for his fellow death eaters. It is one of the duties he dreaded most, but one of those he has come to accept.
Soon, even the cuffs can no longer hold the torrents of arousal that they wrestle out of his body. Severus realizes exactly when the seams of the cuff's magic break. Like a terrible rip, a sundering, the threads of magic, the charms woven into the cuffs tear apart, unravel coming undone, releasing back Severus' passion into him as a huge blinding assault. A white ball of fire shoots through his veins, ignites his core, builds a bonfire next to his soul. His body aflame.
Marvolo sees exactly when Severus's heat begins even before he can smell it, heavy like a blanket, a perfume of asphodels and belladonnas, to lure one to their glad doom. Marvolo knows, especially since he doomed himself the first time he scented the omega from across the room. The slight wiry body tightens and arches, wetness turns from a dribble into a pulsing stream from Severus's hungry cunt, a temptation and an invitation.
Magic trasports them to Marvolo's own rooms, such convenience for those who can wield it.
Away from the crowd the scents of other people are more pronounced on Severus, but they only further quicken Marvolo's blood even. Some other alpha's emissions drip out from Severus's abused anus, and Bella's cunt juices still dribbling down the side of Severus's mouth. His Severus has taken care of his inner circle well.
"Master?" Severus's voice is hoarse after he was Silenced for hours. Slumped across his bed, writhing tiredly, hips canted up in anticipation. Marvolo reaches out to touch Severus's wet and slippery hole, the one no one dares to breach even though they are free to touch.
He scissors Severus's hole open, still tight despite having taken Avery's entire hand up to the man's wrist. The wonders of an omega's body, Marvolo thinks. With a little magic and his own fingers, he holds Severus's cunt wide to admire his greatest handiwork. It hadn't been easy to put a Dark Mark in someone's cunt, afterall.
He touches the Mark and Severus bucks wildly on the bed, as magic inflames his vaginal walls. He keens and writhes, mewls and thrashes, as he produces more slick until the bed becomes wet with his desire.
Marvolo often wonders if Dumbledore is only playing along with thinking, like the rest of the more-innocent minded Aurors, that Severus has yet to gain the Dark Lord's favor. How his arm remains unblemished every time he is returned. They have checked every inch of his skin, even the soles of his feet, but they have never thought to check inside?
Even if the entire Order is gullible, surely Dumbledore must know. Nothing escapes the man, who is as twisted as Marvolo or perhaps even more. They are more alike than people think, like two sides of a coin, or the two sides of the moon, though one purports to face the light, they still rule over darkness.
Severus is begging now, always so beautifully. Never with frivolous words, but with this entire body, pressing against his fingers, splaying open like a tribute of a fallen angel. Never with empty gestures, but with his entire magic.
It is what draws Marvolo to Severus in the first place, the ripe, thick, irresistable magic that pulls and attracts one's attention. Like the pomegranate that lures goddesses to the underworld and heroes to their doom, thick and sweet like molasses and honey. Marvolo sends out tendrils of his own magic to curl around Severus's. The younger man shudders and spreads his thighs even more.
"You have to say it, Severus," Marvolo rasps against the side of his omega's neck. Spells the collar open, lets it fall away.
"Claim me, Master," his eyes surprisingly lucid, dark and blown as he turns to look at Marvolo.
"Oh, but what will dear old Albus say," he chides and Severus frowns.
"Breed me then," he says, steady and devoid of hesitation. "Put a child in me, yours."
"And yours," Marvolo kisses him, seeks the taste of Severus from under the haze of other people's scents. It is odd, he muses idly, how some scents become more pronounced on Severus' skin. He can taste their lust for his omega. He can sense their devotion to him, their Lord and Master. He can definitely smell their lust for power, which only he can provide. He becomes more acutely aware of his inner circle's wants. It might be a cliche to say, that perhaps Severus has brought them even closer.
Marvolo slides inside Severus easily like he is meant to do. He nuzzles the nape of Severus's neck and wonders if the scents of others and his mounting frustration is enough to trigger his own rut, so he can claim insanity after biting the omega.
He spells the cock cage and ring away, pumps the urethral sound a few times until Severus tightens around him deliciously before spelling it away too.
"You're still thinking too much," Severus whines, pressing back impatiently to sheathe Marvolo entirely in his body, undulating his hips and clenching his walls around Marvolo's girth. Severus without his restrictive jewelries is always such a demanding whore, Marvolo secretly loves it. "Breed me, please. You promised."
The entire experiment with the cuffs. Marvolo missed Severus's first heat due to some emergency incident with dwarves. His omega was miserable, having to lock himself in a nest of his alpha's things, away from everyone lest he spread his legs to the wrong knot. Severus was incensed for a while, after all it was Marvolo who finally convinced him to stop taking suppressants and let his heat come in.
Once Severus sobered up, and thankfully only few expensive furniture needing replacement later, they sat down and indulged in their most favorite pasttime, second only to sex. They researched and theorized. Cerebral pursuits were the thing that brought them together in the first place. Kept them together, that is, until they discovered carnal pursuits were tons better. So, they theorized how they might still be able to induce a heat, if they worked fast enough. To overload Severus's body with passion, to trick it into another heat.
Severus brewed the heat inducer potion as strong as he dared, while Marvolo wove the charms into the cuffs.
It lasts only a few hours, but it is enough. It's one good thing about magic; once he caught, his magic begins to mould itself to safeguard the fetus. Barely an hour old and already so demanding. "Definitely yours," he tells Marvolo. They have lucid non-heat sex to celebrate, keeps Marvolo's seed longer inside Severus just in case.
As they clean each other, they weave a story about unclaimed breeding, something to convince most of the Order, if not Dumbledore. Molly Weasley will be distraught, Severus says even as Marvolo slots himself in again, mouth latching on the side of Severus's breast that will soon be full of milk. Takes his omega against the tiles.
"She will think you forced me." Or perhaps blame Severus himself for acting like a harlot. "Let's see what that anti-abortionist thinks about the Dark Lord spawn." A baby of a rape is still a child, Severus, Molly had said once during an argument. When Severus was under house arrest at Dumbledore's behest, a junior Auror came to live with Molly to carry her superior's baby to term. Though they can't yet tell which superior until the baby is old enough for tests. Molly was never the one to sit with the girl through her nightmares, nor brew all the potions she needed, nor listen to her curse out everyone from gods to men.
Decisions will be made by both sides regarding the baby. Marvolo fears for Severus who will be once again pulled in both directions. The child Severus carries will decide the tides of the war.
In bed, with Severus finally succumbing to sleep, he touches his omega's still flat stomach, strokes that sensitive skin above the navel; it will swell soon. He cups one breast and plays with a nipple. Severus's chest may be small and pert now, but cycles of pregnancies, lactation and strategic use of charms will make his breasts swell. He can't wait; Marvolo flicks the green gem pierced into it, making Severus squirm and mumble in his sleep, burrowing himself closer into the curve of Marvolo's side, like a missing rib. He imagines that one day he will keep his omega constantly with pups. Always a swelling stomach, always leaking breasts. A baby inside his womb and another one latching on his teat. While the older children are constantly underfoot. Both of them had lonely childhoods, but their children won't. Severus fears of becoming his parents, but Marvolo thinks he'll be fine.
He traces along the edges of the collar Severus once again wears. Maybe one day, once this war ends, Marvolo can take it off his omega's neck and finally put a claiming bite where he so sorely wishes. He kisses his omega reverently on his forehead. "Come what may."