Wrath of Vampires
Title: Wrath of Vampires
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1020
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic (Characters are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for lusiology, who asked for something from my Consort arc. So begins a new verse.
Summary: Sometimes, vampires do reflect.
Harry's hips rose and fell in a rapid rhythm between Draco's open thighs. He had fucked Draco over one of the chairs in the parlor earlier, so this coupling was bound to last longer. He drove into the slick heat between Draco's legs over and over. Draco was pleasantly tight, even after their previous sexual activity, and Harry was enjoying himself thoroughly. Of course, any time he spent with his cock and/or his fangs inside of Draco was enjoyable.
Harry's consort was enjoying it, too, judging by the panting moans that emanated from Draco's throat on each thrust of Harry's cock. Harry couldn't have chosen a better lover. Draco was passionate, responsive and unrestrained, in bed and out of it. He was almost demanding, which Harry found delightful. Harry had despaired of ever finding a consort who wasn't terrified of him, and then Draco had delivered himself rather neatly into Harry's hands...and his bed.
Harry drew back and slammed in hard. Draco yowled in pleasure and bucked up beneath him, and Harry's lips drew back in a satisfied smirk. It wouldn't take much to propel Draco into climax. In fact, a mere nibble should do the trick. Harry angled his head and sank his fangs into Draco's bared throat. Draco howled and thrashed at the intensity of his orgasm while Harry lapped at the hot, rich blood that flowed from his lover's vein.
When the exquisite tension abandoned Draco and left him limp, Harry pulled out of him and flipped his lover over on his stomach before driving his thick cock into Draco's slick passage once more. Draco responded with a feeble moan as he fisted his hands in the twisted bedding and accepted Harry's mastery over his body. Harry rode his consort with little regard to how tender Draco's arse must be. He drove his cock in again and again, each thrust with more force behind it than the last, until he came with a snarl of pleasure. Harry remained poised and quivering above Draco until his cock stopped twitching inside his lover's soaked hole. He pulled out with a wet pop and sprawled on his back beside Draco.
Draco sidled closer and tucked his head beneath Harry's chin, and Harry allowed it. As he sifted his fingers through his consort's silky hair and smoothed out the tangles, Harry wondered what it was that Draco saw in him. Oh, he was well aware that Draco had whored himself as a means of escaping an arranged marriage, but his consort seemed oddly content with their own arrangement even after the marriage contract to Amelia Balmoral had been voided.
Harry knew why he'd accepted Draco as a consort. Having a consort was a means to assuage the bouts of loneliness that Harry had begun to suffer more and more frequently after having been turned. He wasn't at ease with what he'd become; therefore, Harry had distanced himself from his former friends. Draco Malfoy, however, had never been his friend. Part of Draco's allure was that Harry simply didn't care if he frightened or repulsed his childhood rival. Draco was merely someone to keep him company, as well as providing a steady supply of fresh blood to sustain him and a hot hole for Harry to fuck.
Unfortunately, for all that Harry frequently, and literally, found himself inside of Draco's skin, Draco had begun to worm his way under Harry's skin. Harry wasn't entirely sure he liked it. His existence was a bleak and dark one, and he had no business caring for anyone else. Not when such affection could be used against him.
Harry had made some powerful enemies--ones who were every bit as evil and remorseless as Lord Voldemort had ever been. He had incurred the wrath of vampires by doing the one thing that was never done...ever. Harry had killed the vampire who turned him. No one had believed it could be done, until Harry had accomplished the feat. His vampire sire had made a fatal error; he hadn't paused to consider the ramifications of turning a powerful wizard. Harry hadn't asked to be turned, and he'd had no idea the man he had gone home with was a creature of the night. When Harry realized what had been done to him, he had reacted with his wand. The spell he'd cast had set fire to the vampire who had turned him, and Harry had sneered as the creature died, screaming, in front of him.
It wasn't until later that Harry learned it was impossible for a vampire to kill the one who had turned him or her, but then again, Voldemort had been believed impossible to kill, too. Aside from that, no one had bothered to tell Harry the rules. He suspected his reputation was the only thing preventing the other vampires from destroying him. Harry had been summoned to face the vampire version of the Wizengamut, but he had flatly refused. He was now a persona non grata among vampires. It placed him in the unique position of being starkly alone. Harry was now shunned by humans and vampires alike. Only Draco had dared to seek him out.
Harry listened to his lover's deep, even breathing. Draco had foolishly fallen asleep on Harry's chest, as trusting as a babe. Apparently, he had lost his Slytherin instinct for self-preservation. Harry bared his fangs in a menacing manner, but Draco slumbered on, unconcerned. Harry felt a small smile tug at his lips. He could indulge in moments like these, when Draco slept and no one could see Harry's growing, grudging affection for his consort. Should the wrong people or creatures discover the esteem that Harry Potter held Draco Malfoy in, it might very well put Draco in danger. And that was one thing Harry would never tolerate.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1020
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic (Characters are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for lusiology, who asked for something from my Consort arc. So begins a new verse.
Summary: Sometimes, vampires do reflect.
Harry's hips rose and fell in a rapid rhythm between Draco's open thighs. He had fucked Draco over one of the chairs in the parlor earlier, so this coupling was bound to last longer. He drove into the slick heat between Draco's legs over and over. Draco was pleasantly tight, even after their previous sexual activity, and Harry was enjoying himself thoroughly. Of course, any time he spent with his cock and/or his fangs inside of Draco was enjoyable.
Harry's consort was enjoying it, too, judging by the panting moans that emanated from Draco's throat on each thrust of Harry's cock. Harry couldn't have chosen a better lover. Draco was passionate, responsive and unrestrained, in bed and out of it. He was almost demanding, which Harry found delightful. Harry had despaired of ever finding a consort who wasn't terrified of him, and then Draco had delivered himself rather neatly into Harry's hands...and his bed.
Harry drew back and slammed in hard. Draco yowled in pleasure and bucked up beneath him, and Harry's lips drew back in a satisfied smirk. It wouldn't take much to propel Draco into climax. In fact, a mere nibble should do the trick. Harry angled his head and sank his fangs into Draco's bared throat. Draco howled and thrashed at the intensity of his orgasm while Harry lapped at the hot, rich blood that flowed from his lover's vein.
When the exquisite tension abandoned Draco and left him limp, Harry pulled out of him and flipped his lover over on his stomach before driving his thick cock into Draco's slick passage once more. Draco responded with a feeble moan as he fisted his hands in the twisted bedding and accepted Harry's mastery over his body. Harry rode his consort with little regard to how tender Draco's arse must be. He drove his cock in again and again, each thrust with more force behind it than the last, until he came with a snarl of pleasure. Harry remained poised and quivering above Draco until his cock stopped twitching inside his lover's soaked hole. He pulled out with a wet pop and sprawled on his back beside Draco.
Draco sidled closer and tucked his head beneath Harry's chin, and Harry allowed it. As he sifted his fingers through his consort's silky hair and smoothed out the tangles, Harry wondered what it was that Draco saw in him. Oh, he was well aware that Draco had whored himself as a means of escaping an arranged marriage, but his consort seemed oddly content with their own arrangement even after the marriage contract to Amelia Balmoral had been voided.
Harry knew why he'd accepted Draco as a consort. Having a consort was a means to assuage the bouts of loneliness that Harry had begun to suffer more and more frequently after having been turned. He wasn't at ease with what he'd become; therefore, Harry had distanced himself from his former friends. Draco Malfoy, however, had never been his friend. Part of Draco's allure was that Harry simply didn't care if he frightened or repulsed his childhood rival. Draco was merely someone to keep him company, as well as providing a steady supply of fresh blood to sustain him and a hot hole for Harry to fuck.
Unfortunately, for all that Harry frequently, and literally, found himself inside of Draco's skin, Draco had begun to worm his way under Harry's skin. Harry wasn't entirely sure he liked it. His existence was a bleak and dark one, and he had no business caring for anyone else. Not when such affection could be used against him.
Harry had made some powerful enemies--ones who were every bit as evil and remorseless as Lord Voldemort had ever been. He had incurred the wrath of vampires by doing the one thing that was never done...ever. Harry had killed the vampire who turned him. No one had believed it could be done, until Harry had accomplished the feat. His vampire sire had made a fatal error; he hadn't paused to consider the ramifications of turning a powerful wizard. Harry hadn't asked to be turned, and he'd had no idea the man he had gone home with was a creature of the night. When Harry realized what had been done to him, he had reacted with his wand. The spell he'd cast had set fire to the vampire who had turned him, and Harry had sneered as the creature died, screaming, in front of him.
It wasn't until later that Harry learned it was impossible for a vampire to kill the one who had turned him or her, but then again, Voldemort had been believed impossible to kill, too. Aside from that, no one had bothered to tell Harry the rules. He suspected his reputation was the only thing preventing the other vampires from destroying him. Harry had been summoned to face the vampire version of the Wizengamut, but he had flatly refused. He was now a persona non grata among vampires. It placed him in the unique position of being starkly alone. Harry was now shunned by humans and vampires alike. Only Draco had dared to seek him out.
Harry listened to his lover's deep, even breathing. Draco had foolishly fallen asleep on Harry's chest, as trusting as a babe. Apparently, he had lost his Slytherin instinct for self-preservation. Harry bared his fangs in a menacing manner, but Draco slumbered on, unconcerned. Harry felt a small smile tug at his lips. He could indulge in moments like these, when Draco slept and no one could see Harry's growing, grudging affection for his consort. Should the wrong people or creatures discover the esteem that Harry Potter held Draco Malfoy in, it might very well put Draco in danger. And that was one thing Harry would never tolerate.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 2