Voldemort was many things. A pedophile was not one of them.
At least, that's what he thought at first. He looked at the boy, 16 years of age, standing in front of him. The poor thing could barely make eye contact with him. Lucius and Narcissa stood behind the boy, shaking in fear of what the Dark Lord would do next. They couldn't help it, they cared for their son.
Voldemort looked down at the poor boy, forced into this life by his parents out of fear. He almost felt some form of pity, a small budding ache of emotion inside him. But he pushed it away, not wanting to indulge in something so futile.
"Draco."
The boy's eyes shot up to look at, what would soon be, his new master.
"Your arm."
Voldemort extended a hand, waiting for him to place his arm, wrist up, into it. Draco did as told, shakily putting his arm into the Dark Lord's hand.
Voldemort was pleased with how easy he obeyed at first, before he felt it. The soft skin, the tingle in his hand when their skin touched, the warmth that blossomed in him. That was not a pity he felt. No, it was love.
The Dark Lord never believed in soulmates, or at least, he never believed he had one. Everyone has a soulmate in the Wizarding world. Although some meet theirs, some die without ever knowing, and others hate their soulmates. Yet, this. This was new.
The boy had gone completely still. Fear shaking Draco to his core. He felt the love too. He felt the tingle, the desire, the aching. He knew what this meant but he didn't want this. His parents would be so disappointed in him, the Dark Lord would KILL him. What was he going to do? What could he do?
"I believe….this ceremony may need to be held in private."
Voldemorts voice echoed against the walls of Malfoy Manor. Everyone in the room felt their breath hitch and their heart skip a beat as the snake-like man wrapped his fingers around Dracos and began leading him upstairs.
"If you know what's good for you,"
Voldemort began, drilling daggers into the parents of the boy whose hand he held.
"You will not disturb us."
And with that, He left. Taking Draco with him.
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Voldemort shut and locked Draco's bedroom door before turning to look at the boy.
"Take a seat on the bed, Draco. We have much to discuss, don't we?"
Draco took a breath and sat down, looking down at his feet in shame. Voldemort took a seat beside him, hands folded in his lap.
"My lord…"
Draco began, looking over to his lord for permission to speak. When he was given a small head tilt and his lord's full attention, he continued to speak.
"I don't know how this happened. I assure you, I did nothing to tamper with this and it is not my fault. Please, I will understand any punishment you give, but-"
"Shush now Draco."
The boy froze and went back to staring at his shoes, tears beginning to form in his eyes. Voldemort took a moment to admire his soulmate before speaking.
"You are not in trouble. I am not angry or upset in the slightest. I am actually quite…pleasantly surprised."
Draco, out of either shock or bravery, looked up at his lord, making eye contact. Voldemort returned this and gently grasped Draco's hand.
"You are my soulmate, not my death eater. You are my equal. You will be my partner."
The boy stares at him, wide eyed in fear.
"My lord, I don't think I could-"
"Shush. You would not need to do anything. You need not feel any shame or fear, you understand? I wouldn't hurt you."
Voldemort runs a hand through Draco's hair, ruining the perfectly brushed and cared for strands of hair and making it messy and flop against his scalp like a mop. The blonde only leans into the touch, as he hasn't been interacted with so gently since he was little. It's comforting for a short moment before the hand on his hair tightens its grip, pulling him into a kiss.
Draco gasps, allowing for Voldemort to stick his forked tongue into the smaller one's mouth, exploring every tooth and cheek. The taste of pumpkin and sweets fills Voldemort's senses.
When they pull away, a small string of saliva connects them before the Dark Lord takes his tongue elsewhere. Licking up and down the boys neck and shoulder, leaving small hickeys and bite marks in a trail.
Draco attempts to stifle a moan before Voldemort pinches his side.
"Don't do that. I want to hear your voice, never be ashamed of feeling good, especially by my hand."
Draco nods and moans when Voldemort bites a particularly sensitive spot, before moving down.
His lord snaps his fingers and suddenly both are naked in front of each other. Draco is grabbed by his wrists and dragged down onto the bed, laying on his back.
He panics due to something he's yet to tell many people, yet it's on full display. His boobs and pussy are out in full, his binder and packer being discarded with the rest of his clothes.
He quickly tries to cover himself but his wrists are still held by his lord, who is looking him up and down. He's filled with fear. He doesn't know his lord's stances on things like this. Will he be misgendered? Will he be judged or forced to be feminine? His parents barely accepted him, only allowing him to look masculine because "having a son would be good for the press".
"Why are you trying to hide yourself from me, Draco? You're my soulmate. We have nothing to hide from each other, do we?"
Voldemort speaks suddenly, causing Draco to flinch.
"Well, it isn't that I'm trying to hide but-"
"Yes you are. You're squirming, trying to cover your body. I find you so very handsome, why would you hide yourself from my love?"
"I'm…scared."
Voldemort gives a small smile, one that hasn't been seen by anyone but Draco.
"Scared of what? Scared that I'll sit here and judge your perfect body? Or are you scared that I'll think of you as less of a man? Draco, listen to me. I have been through multiple wars, seen my very home be destroyed and the people closest to me murdered in front of my eyes. Do you think I would care that you have a pussy? Or that you have beautiful mounds on your chest? Both of these things were made for me, my love. You are my soulmate, meaning you were designed perfectly for myself. Being a man with these parts is exactly what you were designed to be. Why would I be mad about that?"
During this small rant, Voldemort groped and kissed all across Dracos body. It made him squirm, but instead of it being out of shame, it is instead out of lust and desire. He was soaking wet.
The Dark Lord moved his hands from the boy's wrists to his hips, rubbing them as he kissed along the lines where his chest became his tits. Then he traveled to the center, kissing and sucking on each nipple individually. Taking his time to love on each of the mounds placed perfectly on his soulmate's body.
He traveled further, going down towards his thighs. Kissing the inner thighs, and right above his boypussy. Giving special attention to the skin nearest to it without truly touching it.
Draco is whimpering and squirming, desperate for anything his soulmate is willing to give. When Voldemort suddenly takes his clit into his mouth. Draco jerks his hips and moans loudly, pleasing his soulmate who intently licks and sucks on the sensitive part.
Draco grabs onto the sheets, holding them like if he lets go, he'll float away. His lord licks the inner folds of his vagina. Kissing, sucking, licking, nibbling, doing all sorts of things until he can't handle it anymore and he sees white. He cums all over Voldemorts face.
Voldemort sits up, resting on his knees, and he drags a finger across his face. Licking up anything he gathered while looking into the eyes of his now very tired partner. It was blissful.
"You aren't going to go to sleep on me, are you? I'm still quite hard, if you couldn't tell."
He gestures to his lower half, and Draco allows his eyes to wander, finally seeing what his new partner had there. Two, almost 9 inch dicks sat on a pair of smooth testicles. The length and girth of them were intimidating, to say the least.
"What would you like me to do, My Lord?"
Voldemort chuckles and cups Draco's face.
"First off, I am no longer your lord, I am your partner. Secondly, I don't ask for much. All I want you to do is use that beautiful mouth of yours, and make me cum just like how I did for you. Understand?"
"But…there's so much, I'm not going to be able to fit-"
"No need to fit it all. Just do your best, Draco. I'm sure you'll do amazing."
Draco feels his stomach turn into a knot as he lifts himself up onto his hands and knees and gets closer to the two, large members in front of him.
He looks at them, struck with fear, before grasping one and giving it a long lick from the bottom to the tip. It tastes strange on his tongue, but the way his partner shivered when he did it made him feel good.
He got comfortable on his knees and used both hands to hold both members, stroking them both as he went about using his mouth. Doing everything Voldemort did and more. Sometimes licking the tips of both, other times taking one in his mouth and bobbing his head as far down as it could go.
Eventually, Voldemort threw his head back and both of his cocks came. Spraying white ropes onto Draco's face and tits.
"God. You look absolutely stunning with my cum all over you."
Voldemort reached down and petted his partners, now sticky, hair and face. Admiring his soulmate and all his glory.
"Thank you…"
"Oh, and Draco?"
"Yes?"
"You may call me Marvolo while we are in private from now on. Yes?"
"Yes, Marvolo."
Voldemort gave Draco a soft kiss, filled with love and joy.
"I love you, my soulmate."
"I….I love you too."