Fae Duty
Title: Fae Duty
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, mpreg, creature!fic, excess of bodily fluids
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1030
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for amras2007, who requested an update to my Fae verse.
Summary: Draco soothes Harry's itch. Twice.
"Harry, stop scratching yourself."
"I can't help it," groused Harry. "My stomach itches."
"That's because it's growing larger," said Draco.
Harry paused. "Am I going to get stretch marks?" he asked, eyes round with apprehension.
"You already have a few."
"What?!"
"Relax," chuckled Draco. "They're barely noticeable. I only noticed them because I am intimately familiar with your body." He found himself speaking to Harry's retreating back.
Harry had dashed into the small bedroom to raise his tunic in an attempt to see where he had stretch marks.
Draco ambled into the bedroom behind Harry and leaned one shoulder against the door frame. "Careful, Harry," he said. "If you continue to go about lifting your tunic like that, you may find yourself getting buggered."
Harry ignored the comment in favor of bleating, "I do have stretch marks!"
"Harry, have you become vain?" teased Draco.
"We're not talking about how messy my hair is on a particular day, Malfoy," Harry snapped. "We're talking about permanent stretch marks."
"I have something that will help."
Harry dropped his tunic and turned to glare at the Fae. "If you say sex, I will punch you in the mouth," he warned.
Draco's eyebrows rose. "Had I known pregnancy would make you vicious, Harry, I might have demanded something besides sex in exchange for my apples that day."
Harry's jaw clenched so hard it ached. "Why didn't you ask for something else?" he seethed.
Draco shrugged. "Alas, all I wanted from you was your body." He straightened from his indolent pose and said brightly, "I'll be right back with the lotion."
Harry sat on the edge of the bed and flopped backward, wondering if it would be worth the effort to hex the Fae.
Draco returned a moment later with one of his familiar pots in hand.
Harry propped himself up on his forearms. "What is that?" he asked, suspicion coloring his words.
"It's a lotion I created that is loaded with natural moisturizers," Draco said. "If we apply it to your skin each day, it will minimize your stretch marks and prevent any further ones from developing."
"We?"
Draco nodded. "We're handfasted, Harry," he said. "It's my duty to take care of you and our baby."
"I'm quite certain I can apply it to my own skin, thank you."
"Nonsense, Harry," said Draco. "It is a Fae's duty to care for his partner, and I take my duty very seriously. Now, raise your tunic again," he instructed.
Harry pretended to huff and bluster, but as he raised his tunic, his cock rose with it. Harry didn't mention his obvious arousal, and neither did Draco as he dipped his fingers into the pot he held. Harry told himself he was relieved and not disappointed when Draco began methodically rubbing the lotion into the skin of his distended stomach. The ever-present scent of apples wafted to Harry's nose, and his cock surged to full hardness.
Draco smoothed his palm over Harry's rounded belly, stroking his skin and working the lotion in. He paused and smiled when he felt the baby stir beneath his fingers. "Our son approves of this," he murmured.
"You mean our daughter," Harry corrected him somewhat breathlessly.
"Our child," said Draco. He ignored Harry's squirming as he scooped more lotion from the pot and resumed his ministrations.
Harry shifted on the bed, trying to nudge his erection into his Fae lover's hand, but Draco wasn't taking the hint. Harry was on the verge of begging for sexual release when Draco abruptly sat back and wiped his hands.
Draco bent his head and looked at Harry's midsection. "I daresay your stretch marks are already less visible," he said. "Better yet, rubbing lotion into your stomach seems to have removed the wrinkles from your penis, Harry." Draco met Harry's eyes and smirked at him. "Are you ready for a tupping?"
"Yes, and be quick about it," snapped Harry. He closed his fingers around his shaft and gave himself an anxious tug.
Draco stood and removed his tunic, tossing it to the side as he reached for the smaller pot of lubricant they kept by the bedside. Harry sat up and pulled his tunic off, as well, and tried to toe off his left boot.
"Leave them on, Harry," said Draco. "You look quite sexy in nothing but a pair of thigh-high boots."
Harry lay back, telling himself it was easier than struggling to remove his boots. Draco joined Harry on the bed and used the spiced-apple lubricant to prepare Harry. He withdrew his fingers from Harry's body and freed his own cock from his leggings before settling into the space between Harry's legs.
Harry tilted his lower body up, gasping in pleasure as Draco slid into him and began to thrust. Harry gripped Draco's sides with his legs and locked his booted ankles behind Draco's back. "Oh, oh, that's the spot," he panted.
"Louder, Harry. I can't hear you."
"There!" shouted Harry, twisting beneath Draco. "Right there...oh fuck yes!" Harry had never been very vocal during sex before, but Draco made him forget his inhibitions.
"Tell me what you want, Harry."
"I want to come," moaned Harry, rolling his hips to get more contact on his sweet spot.
"You are very naughty, Harry," said Draco. "Shall I interrupt your tupping to spank you?"
The mere suggestion sent Harry's libido out of control, and he climaxed with a loud and lusty cry. When it was over, Harry's legs fell away from Draco, leaving him sprawled limply on the bed while the Fae continued thrusting into him.
Draco surged in deep and came, groaning Harry's name as he filled him with one shot after another. He eased out slowly, leaving Harry wet and sated.
Harry tried to grimace, but he yawned instead. Draco chuckled and used magic to clean his partner before pulling the blankets over Harry. He leaned close and kissed Harry's temple. "Have a nap, Harry," said Draco. "I'll wake you in time for dinner."
Tup of the Morning
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, mpreg, creature!fic, excess of bodily fluids
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1030
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for amras2007, who requested an update to my Fae verse.
Summary: Draco soothes Harry's itch. Twice.
"Harry, stop scratching yourself."
"I can't help it," groused Harry. "My stomach itches."
"That's because it's growing larger," said Draco.
Harry paused. "Am I going to get stretch marks?" he asked, eyes round with apprehension.
"You already have a few."
"What?!"
"Relax," chuckled Draco. "They're barely noticeable. I only noticed them because I am intimately familiar with your body." He found himself speaking to Harry's retreating back.
Harry had dashed into the small bedroom to raise his tunic in an attempt to see where he had stretch marks.
Draco ambled into the bedroom behind Harry and leaned one shoulder against the door frame. "Careful, Harry," he said. "If you continue to go about lifting your tunic like that, you may find yourself getting buggered."
Harry ignored the comment in favor of bleating, "I do have stretch marks!"
"Harry, have you become vain?" teased Draco.
"We're not talking about how messy my hair is on a particular day, Malfoy," Harry snapped. "We're talking about permanent stretch marks."
"I have something that will help."
Harry dropped his tunic and turned to glare at the Fae. "If you say sex, I will punch you in the mouth," he warned.
Draco's eyebrows rose. "Had I known pregnancy would make you vicious, Harry, I might have demanded something besides sex in exchange for my apples that day."
Harry's jaw clenched so hard it ached. "Why didn't you ask for something else?" he seethed.
Draco shrugged. "Alas, all I wanted from you was your body." He straightened from his indolent pose and said brightly, "I'll be right back with the lotion."
Harry sat on the edge of the bed and flopped backward, wondering if it would be worth the effort to hex the Fae.
Draco returned a moment later with one of his familiar pots in hand.
Harry propped himself up on his forearms. "What is that?" he asked, suspicion coloring his words.
"It's a lotion I created that is loaded with natural moisturizers," Draco said. "If we apply it to your skin each day, it will minimize your stretch marks and prevent any further ones from developing."
"We?"
Draco nodded. "We're handfasted, Harry," he said. "It's my duty to take care of you and our baby."
"I'm quite certain I can apply it to my own skin, thank you."
"Nonsense, Harry," said Draco. "It is a Fae's duty to care for his partner, and I take my duty very seriously. Now, raise your tunic again," he instructed.
Harry pretended to huff and bluster, but as he raised his tunic, his cock rose with it. Harry didn't mention his obvious arousal, and neither did Draco as he dipped his fingers into the pot he held. Harry told himself he was relieved and not disappointed when Draco began methodically rubbing the lotion into the skin of his distended stomach. The ever-present scent of apples wafted to Harry's nose, and his cock surged to full hardness.
Draco smoothed his palm over Harry's rounded belly, stroking his skin and working the lotion in. He paused and smiled when he felt the baby stir beneath his fingers. "Our son approves of this," he murmured.
"You mean our daughter," Harry corrected him somewhat breathlessly.
"Our child," said Draco. He ignored Harry's squirming as he scooped more lotion from the pot and resumed his ministrations.
Harry shifted on the bed, trying to nudge his erection into his Fae lover's hand, but Draco wasn't taking the hint. Harry was on the verge of begging for sexual release when Draco abruptly sat back and wiped his hands.
Draco bent his head and looked at Harry's midsection. "I daresay your stretch marks are already less visible," he said. "Better yet, rubbing lotion into your stomach seems to have removed the wrinkles from your penis, Harry." Draco met Harry's eyes and smirked at him. "Are you ready for a tupping?"
"Yes, and be quick about it," snapped Harry. He closed his fingers around his shaft and gave himself an anxious tug.
Draco stood and removed his tunic, tossing it to the side as he reached for the smaller pot of lubricant they kept by the bedside. Harry sat up and pulled his tunic off, as well, and tried to toe off his left boot.
"Leave them on, Harry," said Draco. "You look quite sexy in nothing but a pair of thigh-high boots."
Harry lay back, telling himself it was easier than struggling to remove his boots. Draco joined Harry on the bed and used the spiced-apple lubricant to prepare Harry. He withdrew his fingers from Harry's body and freed his own cock from his leggings before settling into the space between Harry's legs.
Harry tilted his lower body up, gasping in pleasure as Draco slid into him and began to thrust. Harry gripped Draco's sides with his legs and locked his booted ankles behind Draco's back. "Oh, oh, that's the spot," he panted.
"Louder, Harry. I can't hear you."
"There!" shouted Harry, twisting beneath Draco. "Right there...oh fuck yes!" Harry had never been very vocal during sex before, but Draco made him forget his inhibitions.
"Tell me what you want, Harry."
"I want to come," moaned Harry, rolling his hips to get more contact on his sweet spot.
"You are very naughty, Harry," said Draco. "Shall I interrupt your tupping to spank you?"
The mere suggestion sent Harry's libido out of control, and he climaxed with a loud and lusty cry. When it was over, Harry's legs fell away from Draco, leaving him sprawled limply on the bed while the Fae continued thrusting into him.
Draco surged in deep and came, groaning Harry's name as he filled him with one shot after another. He eased out slowly, leaving Harry wet and sated.
Harry tried to grimace, but he yawned instead. Draco chuckled and used magic to clean his partner before pulling the blankets over Harry. He leaned close and kissed Harry's temple. "Have a nap, Harry," said Draco. "I'll wake you in time for dinner."
Tup of the Morning