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Lucius' teeth clenched down on the gag between them, trying not to scream against the cloth as well muscled hands bruised his hips with their grip.

The Dark Lord's long, pale fingers gripped his chin. "Lucius my friend..."

He whimpered.

"You failed me."

He tried to hang his head as the hard, steady thrusts from behind drove his chin into a scaled palm.

"Will this happen again?"

He whimpered again, shook his head, vehement denial.

"Good. Walden? You may finish with him."

"Yes, my Lord." McNair's whisky voice smiled. The thrusts came harder, more demanding.

Lucius gave in and screamed.



Finished