I suppose I ought to address the matter of Draco now...
The boy is a constant surprise to me.
Without a doubt, I underestimated both him and his resolve
to distance himself from his father for good - even his money.
Since I find myself unable to evade this confessional
mood, I will make yet another admission: He is my pet.
-How obvious I was! Could anyone help but to notice?-
No matter, for I could not help myself and moreover,
I did not even care to try.
Contrary to the particularly virulent strains of gossip that
seem to breed so well here, I did not fuck him until he was of age.
True, I had no objections to toying with him while he was still but
a beautiful boy (make no mistake, toy with him I did) my reason
for waiting, in the main, was that he was required to come to me
of his own free will and I had to be certain there could be no possible
excuses or accusations of coercion...
And, yes, in my arrogance, more than just a little, I wanted to be
chosen, with the understanding of one who is deemed by society
of an age to make up his own mind....
For I knew it would make his rejection of Lucius sting all the more.
-The wait seemed an eternity and how many other pale blondes
suffered at my hands in payment for being but shallow substitutes-
But my oh my, what I did to the boy on his sixteenth birthday...
Fresh from a long icy soak, I led him to my bed, the mattress already cold
and moist, covered with the exquisite gore of several small squid and eel
... and a half dozen live prawn...
Insisting that he lie cadaver still as I stroked his cock into hardness,
I slipped one end of the thick body of a jellied eel into his anus...
and the other into mine.
I moved slowly, rocking back and forth, Draco's slim legs wrapped around
my waist, bodies pushed up so very tightly together, the shiny slick surfaces
of our cocks rubbing with the special friction of something so wonderfully slimy.
The glistening pale green tentacles of the squid enveloping our shafts, pressing them
together inside the clammy circle of my fist, acting as a kind of lubricant...
I could feel the skin of his cock tighten as it swelled and knew he was getting
too close too soon...
Excited as I was, I needed to exercise some discipline...
make this perfect agony last.
Pushing him onto his back, I caressed my way down his lithe young body,
my own heart fairly immobile at the flutter of his: held not in my hand
-as I would have liked- but confined behind his china-fine bones and delicate muscle.
Then, the look of surprise on his face as I held against his cock several of
the prawn and began to chew them viciously till I got to his white velvet skin.
Licking him all over now, swallowing bits of the gritty grey shells and pink meat that littered
his stomach and thighs -and stuck in my teeth: I must have looked quite the fiend-
I drew out slow moans and quivers until finally, he simply could not control himself
any longer and writhing his hips, drove all the way to the back of my throat,
squirming through the longest orgasm I've ever had the pleasure of treating anyone to.
Ecstasy it was, to take it all in, savoring the briny taste of the raw arthropods and sperm.
I may try, but in all honesty, there's really no describing it,
you'll just have to take my word for it...
Unless, of course, you've tried it yourself.
He has been in my bed almost every night since.
I cannot assume that this is a secret from Albus any longer.
I believe it will be only a short time before his father has a
report of his son's ... activities.
By then, though, it will be too late:
I will have initiated him into the Mysteries and made him truly my own.
