Wrath of Vampires 2
Title: Wrath of Vampires 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1040
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): DUB-CON, 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 belated birthday gift for faithwood, who asked for Consort arc and/or Harry tied to a chair, Draco bottoming from the top. You got two and a half out of three. *grins*
Summary: Sex on legs...
Draco spread his thighs as wide as he could. Guided by his lover's hands on his hips, Draco slowly lowered himself until the spongy head of Harry's cock was pressed to his entrance. Harry forced Draco's hips down, impaling him on his thick shaft. Draco's teeth clamped into his lower lip at the pleasure-pain.
Harry was seated in the chair behind his desk while Draco sat astride him with his back to his vampire lover. Harry had taken Draco's blood earlier in the evening, but Draco was hoping the vampire would indulge him with another bite while they fucked. Harry raised his hips to embed himself further in Draco's body while pulling him down until they were locked tightly together. "Don't stop," Harry warned.
Draco braced his hands on the arms of the chair and began working himself up and down Harry's engorged cock. The fabric of Harry's trousers brushed against Draco's arse and inner thighs on each downward stroke, while the buttons of Harry's shirt branded Draco's spine. His thigh muscles trembled with the strain, but Draco didn't pause. Harry's breath was hot in his ear, and Draco shivered in anticipation of feeling the sharp sting of his lover's fangs. "Harry," he panted, pleading for the one thing he knew would catapult him into orgasm.
Harry angled his head and sank his fangs into Draco's neck. Draco howled in pleasure and thrashed on Harry's lap, writhing and twisting as his release spattered over the large desk. Harry's hands tightened on Draco's hips to continue forcing Draco up and down the length of his cock. Draco made a feeble effort to help, but he was trembling and lethargic after his climax. Harry growled in his throat and thrust up into Draco's fluttering hole in search of his own release. He came with a grunt, filling Draco with hot pulses of come.
Draco slumped back with a weary sigh and dared to let his head rest on Harry's shoulder. He was rewarded by a gentle hand petting his hair. Draco was relaxed and happy. Harry's cock was still semi-erect within him, and Draco thought how pleasant it would be to simply stay right here like this forever. His idyll was interrupted by the appearance of one of the House-elves. Draco was keenly aware of how debauched he looked--naked on the vampire's lap with his thighs splayed wide over Harry's legs and impaled on Harry's cock. He was sticky with spunk, and the study reeked of sex. Draco tried to sit up and bring his legs together, but Harry's hand clamped onto his arm and bade him be still.
"I is sorry to be interrupting, Master Harry Potter, sir, but a letter is being delivered for you." The elf tugged one of its ears and kept its eyes averted as it spoke.
"That's fine, Hulda," Harry said in a mild voice. "Please leave the letter on the desk." The elf did as instructed and disappeared with a pop. Draco released a pent-up breath. Harry turned his head and licked the shell of Draco's ear before murmuring, "I should have Hulda return with a camera and take a picture of you like this."
Draco shivered, and a whimper escaped him. Harry's cock swelled once more within Draco, and Draco's own penis twitched as a result.
"I'll display the photo in my bedroom," Harry purred, "and I'll send a copy to your father."
"Oh god," Draco shuddered. Perversely, his cock began to fill with blood, but Draco attributed it to the sensation of Harry thickening inside of him.
"Stand up," Harry urged. "I'm going to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you can't sit for a week."
Draco struggled to extricate himself from his current position. He finally succeeded in uncoupling himself from Harry's resurgent erection, and he clambered to his unsteady feet. Draco placed his hands on the desk and spread his legs, feeling Harry's cream dribble from his ravaged hole. He twitched when a blunt finger rubbed his tender rim.
"Look at you," Harry rasped. "The term sex on legs was never more applicable."
Draco knew what he must look like, naked and bent over the desk, legs spread and arse raised to entice his lover to mount him. His hole was reddened and dilated from use and drenched with sex. Harry's spunk was trickling from Draco's hole and smeared in the cleft of his arse. His hips and thighs were marred with fingerprint-sized bruises, and still he wanted more. Draco felt Harry step up behind him an instant before his lover's hands gripped his hips.
Harry flexed his hips forward and speared Draco on his hard cock. Draco cried out and reached for the edges of the desk so he could hang on for what promised to be a rough ride. Harry pounded into him with no regard for how sore and sensitive Draco was. Harry's vigorous thrusts produced wet, squelching sounds as he fucked Draco's creamy hole and sent more spunk dribbling down Draco's thighs. The sex was hot and sloppy and had Draco pushing his arse back in a blatant demand for more of it. The thought flitted through Draco's mind that another House-elf could appear at any time and see him getting buggered over the desk like this. Draco also knew if it happened he wasn't capable of caring or stopping. Harry's thick cock felt too good as it pounded into his hole and battered his prostate.
Draco's mouth had fallen open, and strange, animalistic sounds tumbled forth. A hand fisted in his hair and yanked him upright. Deadly fangs punctured his throat, and he screamed as he was seized in the grip of a powerful orgasm. Draco's vision went black and he slumped forward, unaware of being lowered to the desk with a gentleness that belied the ferocity of the thrusts that Harry continued to fuck him with.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1040
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): DUB-CON, 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 belated birthday gift for faithwood, who asked for Consort arc and/or Harry tied to a chair, Draco bottoming from the top. You got two and a half out of three. *grins*
Summary: Sex on legs...
Draco spread his thighs as wide as he could. Guided by his lover's hands on his hips, Draco slowly lowered himself until the spongy head of Harry's cock was pressed to his entrance. Harry forced Draco's hips down, impaling him on his thick shaft. Draco's teeth clamped into his lower lip at the pleasure-pain.
Harry was seated in the chair behind his desk while Draco sat astride him with his back to his vampire lover. Harry had taken Draco's blood earlier in the evening, but Draco was hoping the vampire would indulge him with another bite while they fucked. Harry raised his hips to embed himself further in Draco's body while pulling him down until they were locked tightly together. "Don't stop," Harry warned.
Draco braced his hands on the arms of the chair and began working himself up and down Harry's engorged cock. The fabric of Harry's trousers brushed against Draco's arse and inner thighs on each downward stroke, while the buttons of Harry's shirt branded Draco's spine. His thigh muscles trembled with the strain, but Draco didn't pause. Harry's breath was hot in his ear, and Draco shivered in anticipation of feeling the sharp sting of his lover's fangs. "Harry," he panted, pleading for the one thing he knew would catapult him into orgasm.
Harry angled his head and sank his fangs into Draco's neck. Draco howled in pleasure and thrashed on Harry's lap, writhing and twisting as his release spattered over the large desk. Harry's hands tightened on Draco's hips to continue forcing Draco up and down the length of his cock. Draco made a feeble effort to help, but he was trembling and lethargic after his climax. Harry growled in his throat and thrust up into Draco's fluttering hole in search of his own release. He came with a grunt, filling Draco with hot pulses of come.
Draco slumped back with a weary sigh and dared to let his head rest on Harry's shoulder. He was rewarded by a gentle hand petting his hair. Draco was relaxed and happy. Harry's cock was still semi-erect within him, and Draco thought how pleasant it would be to simply stay right here like this forever. His idyll was interrupted by the appearance of one of the House-elves. Draco was keenly aware of how debauched he looked--naked on the vampire's lap with his thighs splayed wide over Harry's legs and impaled on Harry's cock. He was sticky with spunk, and the study reeked of sex. Draco tried to sit up and bring his legs together, but Harry's hand clamped onto his arm and bade him be still.
"I is sorry to be interrupting, Master Harry Potter, sir, but a letter is being delivered for you." The elf tugged one of its ears and kept its eyes averted as it spoke.
"That's fine, Hulda," Harry said in a mild voice. "Please leave the letter on the desk." The elf did as instructed and disappeared with a pop. Draco released a pent-up breath. Harry turned his head and licked the shell of Draco's ear before murmuring, "I should have Hulda return with a camera and take a picture of you like this."
Draco shivered, and a whimper escaped him. Harry's cock swelled once more within Draco, and Draco's own penis twitched as a result.
"I'll display the photo in my bedroom," Harry purred, "and I'll send a copy to your father."
"Oh god," Draco shuddered. Perversely, his cock began to fill with blood, but Draco attributed it to the sensation of Harry thickening inside of him.
"Stand up," Harry urged. "I'm going to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you can't sit for a week."
Draco struggled to extricate himself from his current position. He finally succeeded in uncoupling himself from Harry's resurgent erection, and he clambered to his unsteady feet. Draco placed his hands on the desk and spread his legs, feeling Harry's cream dribble from his ravaged hole. He twitched when a blunt finger rubbed his tender rim.
"Look at you," Harry rasped. "The term sex on legs was never more applicable."
Draco knew what he must look like, naked and bent over the desk, legs spread and arse raised to entice his lover to mount him. His hole was reddened and dilated from use and drenched with sex. Harry's spunk was trickling from Draco's hole and smeared in the cleft of his arse. His hips and thighs were marred with fingerprint-sized bruises, and still he wanted more. Draco felt Harry step up behind him an instant before his lover's hands gripped his hips.
Harry flexed his hips forward and speared Draco on his hard cock. Draco cried out and reached for the edges of the desk so he could hang on for what promised to be a rough ride. Harry pounded into him with no regard for how sore and sensitive Draco was. Harry's vigorous thrusts produced wet, squelching sounds as he fucked Draco's creamy hole and sent more spunk dribbling down Draco's thighs. The sex was hot and sloppy and had Draco pushing his arse back in a blatant demand for more of it. The thought flitted through Draco's mind that another House-elf could appear at any time and see him getting buggered over the desk like this. Draco also knew if it happened he wasn't capable of caring or stopping. Harry's thick cock felt too good as it pounded into his hole and battered his prostate.
Draco's mouth had fallen open, and strange, animalistic sounds tumbled forth. A hand fisted in his hair and yanked him upright. Deadly fangs punctured his throat, and he screamed as he was seized in the grip of a powerful orgasm. Draco's vision went black and he slumped forward, unaware of being lowered to the desk with a gentleness that belied the ferocity of the thrusts that Harry continued to fuck him with.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 3