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Blood - Ron/Snape - NC-17
Title: Blood
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Snape
Words: 458
Rating: NC-17
Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.
So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.
But not with his Harry.
Blood
****
They were transferred, in the middle of the night, to a cellar in Hogsmead; Ron stumbled through the darkened streets, a wand in his back and Hannah’s hand tight in his.
The three of them were pushed through a door and to their knees as bolts slammed closed, and an annoyed voice rang out.
“Is that really the best you could do? Three children?”
Ron looked up into the sneering face of Severus Snape.
“Is this your Master?” Ron asked Bellatrix. “Is that really the best you could do?”
She kicked him in the small of his back and he winced.
“They’re the enemy,” she told Snape, flatly. “You need three enemies for the potion.”
“What are you going to do to us?” Justin demanded.
“That is entirely up to you,” Snape said, in a very bored voice.
“Poison us?”
Snape tutted loudly.
“I’m not going to waste a potion on you, you idiot,” he snapped. “You are my… ingredients.”
Hannah gasped and Justin put his arm around her.
“I need something from each of you, and I really don’t care who provides which,” Snape said. “You may sort it out amongst yourselves.”
“What d’you need?” Ron asked.
“Hair,” Snape said.
“Hannah,” both boys said, immediately.
“Blood,” Snape continued.
Ron and Justin looked at each other.
“And semen,” Snape finished.
Ron and Justin looked at him.
“What the fuck sort of potion is that?” Ron demanded.
Snape ignored him.
“And we just have to… hand over the ingredients?” Justin asked.
“You can decide who provides which element,” Snape said. “But I have to harvest them, with an incantation.”
Ron and Justin looked at each other.
“Your blood,” Ron said firmly.
“Ron…”
“Your blood.”
“How noble,” Bellatrix said. “My pretty protects his little friends.”
“Or he’s always wanted my hands on him,” Snape said, calmly conjuring three benches and strapping his prisoners down.
“Thank you,” Hannah whispered, helplessly, to the boys, as Snape muttered in Latin and cut a lock of her hair with a silver knife.
“I’m sorry,” Justin mouthed to Ron, as Snape loomed and muttered over him and siphoned a silver vial full of blood from the pulse point of his neck.
“Don’t you dare look away,” Ron snapped at Justin, staring into his eyes as Snape freed his cock, wrapped a long fingered hand around it and murmured with each stroke.
Ron gazed at Justin, trying hard to block out the fact that his cock had hardened and was heavy in Snape’s hand; hoping it was Snape’s stream of Latin that was affecting him; vowing he’d never let Harry find out that Snape had wrung a writhing climax from him and squeezed him gently, milking every drop of his seed in to a silver cup.
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Title: Blood
Author:
shocfixPairing: Ron/Snape
Words: 458
Rating: NC-17
Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.
So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.
But not with his Harry.
Blood
****
They were transferred, in the middle of the night, to a cellar in Hogsmead; Ron stumbled through the darkened streets, a wand in his back and Hannah’s hand tight in his.
The three of them were pushed through a door and to their knees as bolts slammed closed, and an annoyed voice rang out.
“Is that really the best you could do? Three children?”
Ron looked up into the sneering face of Severus Snape.
“Is this your Master?” Ron asked Bellatrix. “Is that really the best you could do?”
She kicked him in the small of his back and he winced.
“They’re the enemy,” she told Snape, flatly. “You need three enemies for the potion.”
“What are you going to do to us?” Justin demanded.
“That is entirely up to you,” Snape said, in a very bored voice.
“Poison us?”
Snape tutted loudly.
“I’m not going to waste a potion on you, you idiot,” he snapped. “You are my… ingredients.”
Hannah gasped and Justin put his arm around her.
“I need something from each of you, and I really don’t care who provides which,” Snape said. “You may sort it out amongst yourselves.”
“What d’you need?” Ron asked.
“Hair,” Snape said.
“Hannah,” both boys said, immediately.
“Blood,” Snape continued.
Ron and Justin looked at each other.
“And semen,” Snape finished.
Ron and Justin looked at him.
“What the fuck sort of potion is that?” Ron demanded.
Snape ignored him.
“And we just have to… hand over the ingredients?” Justin asked.
“You can decide who provides which element,” Snape said. “But I have to harvest them, with an incantation.”
Ron and Justin looked at each other.
“Your blood,” Ron said firmly.
“Ron…”
“Your blood.”
“How noble,” Bellatrix said. “My pretty protects his little friends.”
“Or he’s always wanted my hands on him,” Snape said, calmly conjuring three benches and strapping his prisoners down.
“Thank you,” Hannah whispered, helplessly, to the boys, as Snape muttered in Latin and cut a lock of her hair with a silver knife.
“I’m sorry,” Justin mouthed to Ron, as Snape loomed and muttered over him and siphoned a silver vial full of blood from the pulse point of his neck.
“Don’t you dare look away,” Ron snapped at Justin, staring into his eyes as Snape freed his cock, wrapped a long fingered hand around it and murmured with each stroke.
Ron gazed at Justin, trying hard to block out the fact that his cock had hardened and was heavy in Snape’s hand; hoping it was Snape’s stream of Latin that was affecting him; vowing he’d never let Harry find out that Snape had wrung a writhing climax from him and squeezed him gently, milking every drop of his seed in to a silver cup.
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