Wrath of Vampires 13
Title: Wrath of Vampires 13
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1020
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
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.
Written for: Birthday gift for sophia_clark, who asked for an update to Wrath of Vampires
Summary: Harry begins plotting.
Rather than seek Draco out immediately upon rising the following night, Harry instead went outside and reinforced the wards protecting his home and property. When that was accomplished, Harry went to the site where he had left Mehmet and stared dispassionately at the smudge that was all that remained of the other vampire. He drew his wand and performed a Scourgify to rid his gardens of any remaining taint of Mehmet. Only then did Harry return to the manor house in search of his Consort.
Harry found Draco in the study, and he paused to drink in the sight of his mortal lover before Draco took note of his arrival. Harry's life had suddenly become more complicated, and he regretted drawing Draco into it. At the time Harry had accepted Draco as his Consort, he had been looking for nothing more than a personal blood supply, a ready hole to fuck, and some companionship. Now, however, he was concerned for Draco's safety. Veronique was a ruthless bitch, and she may yet try to wreak vengeance on Harry by harming his Consort.
"Have you eaten, Draco?" Harry asked softly. There would be time enough later to ask about Clarise.
His Consort whirled to face him. "No," Draco replied. "I was waiting for you."
"I hunger for something other than food," said Harry. His eyes traveled the length of Draco's body, lingering on his groin. Draco licked his lips, and the scent of his arousal came to Harry, sharpening his own lust. Harry had no desire to take his Consort in the study again, not after the events of the prior evening. He beckoned to Draco, pleased when his Consort obediently approached him. Harry grasped Draco's wrist and transferred them into the master bedroom. He released Draco and said only, "Strip."
Draco did as he'd been told, removing his clothing slowly and whetting Harry's appetite as each new section of perfect pale skin was revealed. Once he was completely naked, Draco stood proudly before Harry, chin and cock both elevated. Harry intended to reduce Draco to whimpers before he was through with him this night.
"Lie down and prepare yourself," he said.
Draco obeyed without comment or question, lying on the large bed and grabbing the bottle of lubricant. After drizzling some over his hand, he reached between his legs and inserted two fingers. He bit his lip in concentration, causing Harry's fangs ache with the desire to bite his Consort.
Harry began undressing, eyes never leaving his lover on the bed. As he stepped out of his smalls, Harry settled on the bed beside Draco. Normally, he only lubricated his cock before taking his Consort, but the sight of Draco finger fucking himself was a treat to be savored.
"Harry," Draco whispered, ending on a moan as he pressed against his prostate.
"Enough," rumbled Harry. He could wait no longer. As soon as Draco withdrew his fingers, Harry scooped his lover's hips up and plunged into his slick, silken sheath.
Draco keened aloud, and his long legs lifted to wrap around Harry's waist. Harry rammed himself in to the hilt before dropping his head and seizing Draco's neck in a predatory bite. Draco cried out again and bucked beneath Harry as his vampire lover fed from him.
Harry resumed fucking his Consort even as he drank of Draco's blood. His hips pumped rapidly between Draco's thighs, driving his cock in and out as he rode his lover. Draco's vocalizations grew louder on each thrust until a particularly hard jab of Harry's cock to his hot spot tumbled him over the edge of pleasure. Draco nearly howled aloud at the apex of his release. His heels dug into Harry's back, and his thighs tightened around Harry like a vise.
Harry stilled, allowing Draco to grind himself on his cock while he continued sipping at his Consort's blood. When the tension left Draco's body and his rim ceased clenching, Harry raised his head. He licked the last traces of blood from his lips before focusing his attention on satisfying his lust. Harry pounded into Draco, battering his quivering hole with one powerful thrust after another. A feeble moan fell from Draco's lips, but since it was one of residual pleasure, Harry didn't bother letting up. He fucked his Consort to his own completion, baring his fangs in a snarl as he pulsed inside of Draco.
Harry bent his head and lapped up the blood that ran in a slow trickle from the small wounds in Draco's throat. He pressed his fingers to the twin punctures and healed them with a thought. Only then did Harry pull out of Draco with a wet squelch. He shifted to the other side of the bed, not quite touching Draco but close enough to do so if he wished.
"How did Clarise take the news?" Harry asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between them.
Draco's mouth turned down. "Not well, I'm afraid," he said without opening his eyes.
"Do you know where she went?"
Draco turned his head to look at Harry and sighed. "She asked for airfare to France," he replied.
Harry nodded. "I thought she might," he mused.
"Will Veronique kill her?" Draco asked softly.
"She has no reason to, but then again, Veronique doesn't strike me as being reasonable," Harry answered. It was becoming more certain that the vampire queen would need to be dealt with, and Harry resented being thrust into yet another role as savior and executioner.
"How will Veronique react to Mehmet's death?" Draco questioned.
"I imagine she'll come for me," said Harry. His voice was flat and devoid of emotion.
Draco was silent for several moments. Finally, he asked, "What are you going to do?"
Harry's lips curled in a non-smile, revealing his fangs. "The unexpected," he said. "I plan to go to her."
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 14
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1020
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
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.
Written for: Birthday gift for sophia_clark, who asked for an update to Wrath of Vampires
Summary: Harry begins plotting.
Rather than seek Draco out immediately upon rising the following night, Harry instead went outside and reinforced the wards protecting his home and property. When that was accomplished, Harry went to the site where he had left Mehmet and stared dispassionately at the smudge that was all that remained of the other vampire. He drew his wand and performed a Scourgify to rid his gardens of any remaining taint of Mehmet. Only then did Harry return to the manor house in search of his Consort.
Harry found Draco in the study, and he paused to drink in the sight of his mortal lover before Draco took note of his arrival. Harry's life had suddenly become more complicated, and he regretted drawing Draco into it. At the time Harry had accepted Draco as his Consort, he had been looking for nothing more than a personal blood supply, a ready hole to fuck, and some companionship. Now, however, he was concerned for Draco's safety. Veronique was a ruthless bitch, and she may yet try to wreak vengeance on Harry by harming his Consort.
"Have you eaten, Draco?" Harry asked softly. There would be time enough later to ask about Clarise.
His Consort whirled to face him. "No," Draco replied. "I was waiting for you."
"I hunger for something other than food," said Harry. His eyes traveled the length of Draco's body, lingering on his groin. Draco licked his lips, and the scent of his arousal came to Harry, sharpening his own lust. Harry had no desire to take his Consort in the study again, not after the events of the prior evening. He beckoned to Draco, pleased when his Consort obediently approached him. Harry grasped Draco's wrist and transferred them into the master bedroom. He released Draco and said only, "Strip."
Draco did as he'd been told, removing his clothing slowly and whetting Harry's appetite as each new section of perfect pale skin was revealed. Once he was completely naked, Draco stood proudly before Harry, chin and cock both elevated. Harry intended to reduce Draco to whimpers before he was through with him this night.
"Lie down and prepare yourself," he said.
Draco obeyed without comment or question, lying on the large bed and grabbing the bottle of lubricant. After drizzling some over his hand, he reached between his legs and inserted two fingers. He bit his lip in concentration, causing Harry's fangs ache with the desire to bite his Consort.
Harry began undressing, eyes never leaving his lover on the bed. As he stepped out of his smalls, Harry settled on the bed beside Draco. Normally, he only lubricated his cock before taking his Consort, but the sight of Draco finger fucking himself was a treat to be savored.
"Harry," Draco whispered, ending on a moan as he pressed against his prostate.
"Enough," rumbled Harry. He could wait no longer. As soon as Draco withdrew his fingers, Harry scooped his lover's hips up and plunged into his slick, silken sheath.
Draco keened aloud, and his long legs lifted to wrap around Harry's waist. Harry rammed himself in to the hilt before dropping his head and seizing Draco's neck in a predatory bite. Draco cried out again and bucked beneath Harry as his vampire lover fed from him.
Harry resumed fucking his Consort even as he drank of Draco's blood. His hips pumped rapidly between Draco's thighs, driving his cock in and out as he rode his lover. Draco's vocalizations grew louder on each thrust until a particularly hard jab of Harry's cock to his hot spot tumbled him over the edge of pleasure. Draco nearly howled aloud at the apex of his release. His heels dug into Harry's back, and his thighs tightened around Harry like a vise.
Harry stilled, allowing Draco to grind himself on his cock while he continued sipping at his Consort's blood. When the tension left Draco's body and his rim ceased clenching, Harry raised his head. He licked the last traces of blood from his lips before focusing his attention on satisfying his lust. Harry pounded into Draco, battering his quivering hole with one powerful thrust after another. A feeble moan fell from Draco's lips, but since it was one of residual pleasure, Harry didn't bother letting up. He fucked his Consort to his own completion, baring his fangs in a snarl as he pulsed inside of Draco.
Harry bent his head and lapped up the blood that ran in a slow trickle from the small wounds in Draco's throat. He pressed his fingers to the twin punctures and healed them with a thought. Only then did Harry pull out of Draco with a wet squelch. He shifted to the other side of the bed, not quite touching Draco but close enough to do so if he wished.
"How did Clarise take the news?" Harry asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between them.
Draco's mouth turned down. "Not well, I'm afraid," he said without opening his eyes.
"Do you know where she went?"
Draco turned his head to look at Harry and sighed. "She asked for airfare to France," he replied.
Harry nodded. "I thought she might," he mused.
"Will Veronique kill her?" Draco asked softly.
"She has no reason to, but then again, Veronique doesn't strike me as being reasonable," Harry answered. It was becoming more certain that the vampire queen would need to be dealt with, and Harry resented being thrust into yet another role as savior and executioner.
"How will Veronique react to Mehmet's death?" Draco questioned.
"I imagine she'll come for me," said Harry. His voice was flat and devoid of emotion.
Draco was silent for several moments. Finally, he asked, "What are you going to do?"
Harry's lips curled in a non-smile, revealing his fangs. "The unexpected," he said. "I plan to go to her."
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 14