Wishlists: Obey and Defy (Lily Evans/Lord Voldemort)

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Author: maraudersaffair
Recipient: yletylyf
Title: Obey and Defy
Pairing: Lily Evans/Lord Voldemort
Request/Prompt Used: Dark Lily Evans, Voldemort wins AU
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Lord Voldemort spared Lily and Harry. Now he wants Lily for himself.
Notes: To the wonderful Lety! Thanks for being a great friend! I really loved the Bellatrix/Hermione fic you wrote for me.

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To save her son’s life, Lily became a Death Eater.

Lily had always enjoyed power. She had always enjoyed knowing things.

There was just so much information at her fingertips now—so much dark information.

She had never been against knowing and commanding dark magic; she had only hated it when Severus used it to hurt people.

Severus. Things were awkward between them. She had no idea if they could be best mates again.

In truth, Lily was Voldemort’s prisoner now, but he gave her full reign to roam about the Lestrange estate. The land was breathtaking with its towering forest and deep river.

It was late morning, a proper sun in the sky, when Voldemort found her among the dying summer flowers.

It was strange to see him in the sunlight. His complexion was paler than the moon. His eyes looked like a dull flame, more blue and colourless than red.

“Do you still miss your dead husband?” This was his greeting.

She wanted to shy away from him, avert her gaze, but she refused to cower. She hadn’t cowered when he had come for her baby.

“Yes,” she said, staring into those strange eyes.

He smiled. He had once been handsome, and the knowledge of it was entirely unnerving. She saw the remnants of his beauty in that smile.

This was the man who had killed her husband.

Voldemort came closer. His robes were black, the fabric pristine, but white powder flecked his sleeves. He and Severus had spent the morning brewing.

“I believe you have scorpion on you,” Lily said.

“Where?”

“Your sleeves.”

Lazily, he inspected his robes. “You have a good eye. It was their crushed pincers. I’ve heard you are an accomplished potioneer.”

“I tried to be,” Lily said.

“What stopped you?”

“The war.”

He gave a soft laugh. “Yes, that has stopped many things.”

She turned away from him, heading toward the river without looking back. It was disobedient and rude, and he had cursed other Death Eaters for smaller infractions. She was testing him.

They trudged through the trees, Voldemort trailing behind her.

“You like to challenge me,” he said in his soft voice.

She didn’t turn around. “Yes.”

“You are a very stupid girl to put your back to me.”

“You would prefer to kill me as I face you. You want to see the life go out of my eyes.”

He laughed again. “Somehow, Mrs Potter, you have come to understand me.”

They arrived at the river. It had rained recently and the dark waters roared. She imagined throwing herself into that wet blackness, but then she would never see her baby again.

Several minutes passed as they gazed at the river in silence. Birds argued cheerfully in the trees. She was almost calm.

“Severus is in love with you,” Voldemort said.

“I know.”

“He asked me to give you to him, but this morning I denied him. It made him quite upset.”

“I can’t be his if I’m dead.”

“And you can’t be mine.”

She looked at him in shock. “What?”

“I believe this is what you call courteous.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You are mine, Mrs Potter.”

“What? Starting when?”

“Starting now.”

She gulped and looked away. Her heart was thudding very hard. “Why?” she whispered.

Voldemort closed the space between them. He lifted one of his strange, pale hands and brushed her red hair from her face. “Because you do not flinch when I touch you.”

“Is that all?”

“You are beautiful and intelligent, but you already know that.”

“What about the prophecy?”

“We are defying it as we speak.”

“And my baby?”

“He shall live.”

Lily turned to him then. She looked him straight in the face. He was still mortal; he wasn’t a god. She saw how his pulse fluttered at his long white throat.

Lily stepped even closer. Now she felt the heat of him. He looked as if he should be as cold as ice.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

The red in his eyes darkened. “Address me properly.”

“Do you want to kiss me, my lord?”

He cupped her face almost lovingly. “Do not think I won’t kill you if you attempt to harm me.”

“You are too powerful.”

“You are powerful in your own right.” Still cupping her face, he kissed her.

Lily expected to taste death on his mouth, but the Dark Lord tasted of tea and—ginger. The kitchen elves had served ginger snap biscuits with breakfast that morning.

Voldemort ate sweets.

Somehow, Lily found herself clutching his shoulders and pulling him flush against her. He dropped his hand from her face so he could grab her waist.

Then Lily opened her mouth, letting him inside, and Voldemort made a noise of pleasure. It wasn’t a moan—it couldn’t be.

The kiss deepened. It transformed into something desperate.

Lily hated him so much—he had murdered so many people!—and she funnelled all her grief and anger into the kiss.

Lily bit down on his bottom lip, hard. He groaned.

“I hate you,” she growled.

He looked blissed out. “Again.”

“I hate you, I hate you!”

He shoved up their robes and forced her against him, almost straddling him. She felt his hard cock.

He buried his hand in her hair, yanking her head to the side. He whispered in her ear, “Again, Mrs Potter. Say it again.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Do you fear me?”

“Yes.”

He thrust against her. “I think about killing you.”

“Do it!”

Groaning, he thrust again and again. His cock felt big, perhaps too big. Of course a dark wizard would give himself a big cock—

“Perhaps I will kill you when I’m inside you.”

“Do it, do it.”

“But what about poor little Harry? Doesn’t he deserve a mother?”

“One day I will get my revenge—Harry will get his revenge—”

Lily found herself on her back with Voldemort on top of her. They were in the mud. The sun was disappearing behind the clouds.

Voldemort did away with their underpants, then thrust deep inside her. The penetration hurt. It had been a while.

“Tell me how you will do it.”

Lily clawed at his back. She was being fucked by the Dark Lord. It was inconceivable.

“I want to slit your throat.”

Voldemort pulled out, then pushed back in. She felt how wet she was for him. “Slit my throat? You are Muggleborn.”

“Shut up!”

Voldemort held her in place as he fucked her, over and over. “You like this, Mrs Potter. I feel how your cunt flutters.”

“You deserve hell.”

Voldemort laughed in her ear, then groaned when she squeezed around him. “You are so tight, Mrs Potter. I bet your dead husband fancied this tight cunt as well.”

“You deserve to suffer!”

He reached between her legs to strum her clit. “Yes, you like that? You do, I can tell. I’m going to make you come, aren’t I?”

“Shut up, shut up!”

“The man who killed your husband is making you come, Mrs Potter. Don’t you hate yourself? Don’t you wish you were dead instead?”

“One day I will—”

Voldemort fucked her even harder, faster, as his pale fingers worked her clit. “I want to rip your eyes out and sever your tongue. I want to burn you from the inside out, make you cry for mercy—mercy that will never come. Oh, I don’t need you alive to fuck you. You’re just a body to me. Every last person is expendable to me—”

“My lord,” she moaned.

“Yes, come for me. Give yourself to me.”

She felt her eyes roll up as her orgasm burned through her. The pleasure was so intense that it almost hurt. She shook from head to toe.

Voldemort grabbed her wrist and pressed his mouth to her raw Dark Mark. She screamed. His tongue traced the lines of the skull and serpent. It felt like fire.

“Mine,” he groaned against her arm. Then he orgasmed as well. She felt him throb deep inside as he pounded into her. His hot semen dripped from her.

Lily lost herself for a moment. When she returned, they still lay in the mud next to the river, and she was cradled in Voldemort’s arms.

“What is the greatest knowledge you wish to know?”

She licked the sweat at his throat. He was still human, she couldn’t forget it. “I want to know how to make my baby invincible.”

“And for yourself?”

“I want to be the most powerful witch in the world.”

He kissed her. “Done.”