Doomed to be an enemy

Harry frantically wrapped his arms around the man's neck, then blushed in shame and covered his reactive part with his robe. Voldemort chuckled, and using wandless magic, he summoned a soft blanket from the air to cover their legs. "In fact, ancient magic requires a lot of willpower, and it requires concentration. The more distracting thoughts, the lower the success rate..." Voldemort actually started to explain ancient magic. Harry stared at him with emerald green eyes, and his legs felt a little impatient. After moving, Voldemort used magic to summon the book on the table, took out what he was talking about and stuffed it into Harry's hand.

Taking a deep breath, Harry could only grit his teeth and listen.As soon as the evil fire subsided a little, he felt cold hands reaching into his clothes and gently touching the sensitive areas. Harry's cheeks flushed, half embarrassed, half angry. "The ancient magic of Animagus needs to focus on sensing one's own magical form first. This is the most difficult step..." Harry's fingers fastened the clothes behind the man's neck, and his fingertips scraped fiercely through the fabric. over the skin - oh, that evil hand slid through the trousers and Harry pinched his legs - it didn't help.

Harry couldn't help gasping, causing the fingers to knead slightly punishingly.

"Pay attention, little boy." Voldemort smiled and lowered his head and kissed his lips, "You want to ask about ancient magic, listen carefully." "You bastard!" Harry's emerald green eyes were filled with anger And it's amazingly clear, it's really ashamed to say what the man is doing at the moment, but the person being scolded showed a half-smile, "It's not the first day you know." Voldemort leaned closer to his ear, "Hey, spread your legs apart .”

The gentle coaxing made Harry's cheeks flush, and his tight legs suddenly felt a little weak, and the palm easily penetrated him, "So good." Voldemort's joking voice made Harry narrow his eyes, revealing a beautiful smile. Smiling, he ordered: "Then, continue." It's a pity that Voldemort didn't see Harry's appearance, and he happily kissed the boy's red ears before sitting upright.

"Because you don't know your own form, and sensing from nothingness, you will feel that either is possible. It takes a long time of practice to know which is real and which is an illusion..." Voldemort's voice trembled uncommonly , the boy's lips were burned on the side of the neck, and he almost bit hard after sucking the kiss.

He scraped his fingertips between the buttocks as punishment... The boy's skin tightened impatiently.

"When you know what you need to become, it's best to spend a period of time with that species and understand all its characteristics..." Harry pushed the man down on the back of the sofa unconvinced, kissing and biting the man's throat, soft The tip of his tongue swirled and flicked, Voldemort stuck for the first time, a deep thirst welled up from his throat, and a dangerous gleam settled in his dark red eyes.

The Dark Lord let go of the boy's waist, raised his hand and rubbed the other's messy hair, with a little pampering and connivance, "When you can picture this species in your mind exactly the same, you will be qualified... …The transfiguration of ancient magic is different from the current incantations, its essentials are not how to wave the wand, how to adjust the magic power, but empathy..." Fingers under the blanket plunged deeply into the ecstasy and warm body, hearing the boy's voice with satisfaction He let out a weak hum - soft and green, even his emerald green eyes seemed absent-minded, his lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was trembling.

Voldemort liked Harry because of the way he looked out of control.

Harry rested his head on the man's shoulder, bit his lip desperately, and unyieldingly pulled off the man's robe, all the crystal buttons fell apart... Harry's face was burning hot, and his fiery hands touched Voldemort's cold chest—— It was a thin, muscular body, cold and pale, but it made Harry's throat feel dry... There was no doubt that he had a desire for this unaesthetic body—

Harry couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch it gently, fingers down along the texture, Voldemort inhaled lightly, Harry couldn't help giggling.

"...ancient magic works when you feel you are one of that species."

Voldemort quickly finished his explanation, threw aside the book on Harry's lap, then pinched the boy's jaw and lifted it up, showing a dangerous smile at the daring boy.

A flame crackled in the fireplace.

In the corner of the study room, there was a slight thumping voice from the soft sofa: "...one piece of soundless bird feather, six verbena seeds——hmm!" In the whisper that almost made people's heart tremble, it was Voldemort's belt. A smiling voice: "Misunderstood again? Huh?"

On the sofa, two intertwined bodies could be surrounded by a soft blanket.

Harry bit his lip and stared at the man's hateful smiling face, "You only showed me 52 materials for 1 minute, how could you memorize them?" What made him sad and indignant was that they were all nasty potion materials. Voldemort looked quite innocent: "You said to look at the formula of the septicemia potion. I don't want you to say that I have broken my promise in the future, little boy." He stretched his slender legs, but the boy was held down by him, straddling him The man's thigh: "Move yourself, huh?" Voldemort's eyes were extremely aggressive, and the deep desire in them made Harry's heart tremble, and the place where his eyes fell felt a little tingly.The Dark Lord evoked a smug smile, he freed up a hand, and slid his fingertips playfully across the boy's ups and downs, "For your embarrassment, show me the cum, and the formula will make you more Watch for a while."

That's too much to say - Harry thought bitterly.

"Is it okay if I don't read it?" He weakly supported the man's bare shoulders, trying to make his tone tougher. Voldemort approached and kissed his blushing cheek, his tone almost gentle: "No." He bent the boy's legs as if punishing, and Harry subconsciously hugged him tightly with a cry of surprise, oh, the unprecedented dull pain made him The panting also became delicate, and it sounded like sobbing to the man's ears... The Dark Lord used almost all of his willpower to not let this game end earlier.After a strange silence for a while, Voldemort urged unhurriedly: "Hurry up." Harry bit him angrily, and he could only hug the man's arms tightly and raise his body... the overlapping magic power like magnetic poles The friction between the field and the heat made him bite his lip, his waist softened and he almost sat down heavily——

"Well……"

The subdued whisper made Harry's cheeks blush, Voldemort loved the boy so shy that he curled up his toes, yet he still acted bravely.He gently rubbed his cheek against the boy's, and the hot temperature made Voldemort smile and kiss the same red ear lightly. "Shall I help you, Harry...?"

Scratched violently by the boy's fingertips around his shoulders—oh, it must be bleeding, Voldemort raised his eyebrows indifferently, his expression unchanged, but when the boy struggled to lift himself up again, he said viciously. Blow into the earholes with a gentle sound that drips water.

Harry's waist went numb, and he sat down almost unpreparedly, but Voldemort suddenly exerted force——

The unimaginable dull pain ruthlessly grinds the most sensitive point in his body, "Hmm!" Harry bit his lip, his mind went blank, he didn't even know when Voldemort would let go of his legs and clamp his jaw. "It's so beautiful." The boy's emerald green eyes were full of pain and joy, and even the voice he spit out was slightly crying.

Voldemort's dark red eyes watched all this, as long as he thought that he had brought Harry all this, he would feel an uncontrollable emotion in his heart... He gently kissed the moisture from the corners of the boy's eyes, and sucked gently The other party's slightly parted lips.But relentlessly asked the boy to continue.

The night is still long...

A corner of the wide silver-green silk quilt hung on the floor on the soft big bed, and Harry woke up with his back in Voldemort's cold embrace.The moment he woke up, he gasped, the soreness in his body seemed to wake him up together—especially his waist.The man's arm was around his belly, and the other arm was on his pillow - the cold temperature made Harry rub his hands a little comfortably, thinking bitterly that Voldemort would be numb when he woke up.

What embarrassed Harry was that although his body had obviously been cleaned, there was still a burning pain in his private parts.As soon as he moved, he found that the thing was still there... almost reflexively, his mind was full of the complete production process of the blood septic potion.He shouldn't have trusted Voldemort!Harry didn't dare to move, he could only stare and snort angrily. No wonder he wondered at first why there were only materials and weights. It turned out that the production process was so complicated that some cunning guy dismantled it in half... Oh!He hates potions!

Scenes from last night flashed through my mind.Harry's cheeks became more and more red, and when he remembered that he was coaxed by Voldemort to beg for mercy, he couldn't help cursing secretly for his hot body, damn it...

"You're so energetic." The chest behind him trembled, and Voldemort's voice, suppressing a smile, made Harry blank for a moment. "When did you wake up?!" Harry couldn't help raising his voice.It's really that the man's tone doesn't have the confusion of just waking up, and he thinks of the other party's Legilimency that has no moral concepts.

Harry numbly picked up Occlumency.

Voldemort hugged him tightly, buried the tip of his nose in the boy's neck and giggled, "Just when you recalled our wonderful night." The smugness and banter in that tone made Harry's face turn red and then pale It was hot and red, "You go out first!" Don't think that he didn't notice that something was slowly hardening.

"Oh, this is not a begging attitude." Voldemort said softly, "I remember I taught you yesterday, huh?" He moved his waist as if threatening.Harry groaned softly, "It's really not good, I'm tired." Voldemort kissed his shoulder regretfully, and actually retreated obediently.

Harry turned suspiciously and stared at the languid man, whose dark red eyes were soft, without the frivolity in his words.He raised his hand on Harry's waist and rubbed the boy's disobedient hair: "It's really numb." Seeing that he didn't seem to be feeling any pain, Harry's unhappiness disappeared suddenly, and he raised his head Take out the arm that was under the pillow - Voldemort's slight inhalation made him feel a little schadenfreude. "Glad I could please you, boy." Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

Harry almost laughed out loud at this dissatisfaction: "You really don't suffer."

Speaking of pressing heavily on the man's numb arm, Voldemort frowned, obviously the recovery process was not very pleasant.But strangely he didn't want to use magic.Experienced the intensified itching like countless small bugs, his brows twitched, especially Harry didn't know whether he was revenge or helping with heavy massages, the beauty in the morning was swept away.

Shouldn't it be intentional.

Voldemort was rather skeptical.After a while, Harry felt tired and couldn't help yawning. "It's only past six o'clock, you can sleep a little longer." Voldemort said softly, watching the boy look back at him, then he hugged his arms rudely and leaned on his shoulders to close his eyes.

Gently planting a kiss on the boy's forehead, Voldemort's dark red eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of dissatisfaction with himself.His little boy was unexpectedly delicious, and he, who had always kept his sense of proportion, couldn't hold back, oh, I can't think about it anymore, Voldemort took a deep breath to suppress the emotion in his lower abdomen.

This was not easy, the boy's blushing cheeks were vivid in his memory, oh, and that wonderful expression... Voldemort had no choice but to use Occlumency to slowly suppress these beautiful thoughts.When the body's desire subsided, and the fatigue of indulgence made the Dark Lord unable to take a nap, the sound of steady breathing that had been coming from around him suddenly became disordered.

dreaming?

Voldemort opened his eyes and turned his head to look, the teasing thoughts immediately disappeared.He straightened himself up immediately, Harry's ruddy face turned pale, the eyeballs under his eyelids seemed to be spinning around in sleep, and the strength of the arm holding him became surprisingly strong, as if... that was the only support.

"Harry..."