Wrath of Vampires 15
Title: Wrath of Vampires 15
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1010
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 lady_psiho, who requested an update to Wrath of Vampires.
Summary: Harry effectively puts an end to Draco's argument.
Harry's eyes narrowed at Draco's brazen demand. "We have already discussed this," he said, referring to Draco's desire to be Turned.
"We did not discuss it," Draco dared to argue. "I asked, and you said no."
"The answer is still no."
"But, why-"
"Draco," Harry growled, silencing his Consort with his vehemence. "You do not know what it is like. I have not seen the sun nor felt its warmth upon my skin since I was Turned. Instead, I am condemned to dwell in darkness, dependent on human blood for my very survival. I refuse to subject you to the same fate."
"Am I not allowed to choose my own fate?" cried Draco, sitting up and scooting away.
Harry sat up as well. "You have given yourself over to my care, or had you forgotten that, Consort?" he hissed.
Draco's lips thinned, and he looked away. He took a deep breath before raising his eyes to Harry once more. "I wish to go to France with you," he said.
Harry was filled with reluctant admiration for his Consort's pluck. Nevertheless, he refused to endanger Draco. "It's too dangerous," he said, rising to his feet and flicking a cleaning charm over himself before tucking his half-hard prick into his trousers. Sparring with Draco was making him randy again.
Draco scrambled to his feet. "I may be a mere mortal," he snapped, throwing Harry's words back at him, "but I'm also a powerful wizard. I daresay I can be an asset to you when dealing with Veronique."
Draco was wrong, thought Harry. Worrying about his Consort's safety would be a huge liability. Draco was distracting, as well. Now, for instance, with his eyes flashing with temper and his color high, he was distracting Harry from their debate. Harry's cock was once more throbbing in his trousers, and he reached for his zip.
Draco's eyes tracked the movement, and he licked his lips.
Harry withdrew his rigid cock and glared at his Consort. "Get over here and use your mouth for something other than arguing with me," he commanded.
Draco approached and sank to his already reddened knees before Harry. He wrapped his fingers around Harry's cock and brought the glistening tip to his lips. Draco raised his eyes to his lover and flicked his tongue out for a taste.
A quiver shot through Harry, and his breath caught. His Consort was diabolically good at this, and Harry realized belatedly that he may have committed a tactical error. Would Draco take advantage of the situation in an attempt to manipulate Harry's compliance? Draco's lips closed over the crown of Harry's prick, and his tongue lapped up all the pre-come that had leaked from the slit. He lowered his head, taking Harry deeper, then Draco applied suction.
Harry's hips jolted forward, and he hissed in reaction. He speared his fingers into Draco's tangled hair and used his grip to urge Draco forward. Draco took the hint, swallowing Harry's cock until his nose was buried in the crisp, dark hair at Harry's groin. A reluctant groan rumbled from Harry's throat, indicating his enjoyment of his Consort's skill. He tightened his fingers in Draco's hair and began to fuck his Consort's mouth. Draco hummed, and the vibration around Harry's cock made him moan. As enjoyable as this was, however, he wanted to bury himself inside of Draco.
"Enough," Harry rasped, pulling back. "Enough."
Draco released him with a wet pop.
Harry grabbed his Consort by the arms and bodily tossed Draco onto the frilly bed. Draco propped himself up on his elbows and spread his legs wide. "Fuck me," he demanded, raising his knees and exposing his slick, reddened hole.
Harry was on him and in him in an instant. He rammed his cock deep inside Draco's arse and sank his fangs into Draco's throat. Draco screamed and convulsed as he climaxed immediately. Harry growled in approval as he drew blood from Draco's vein and pumped his hips between his Consort's trembling thighs.
Harry couldn't have chosen a better Consort. Draco's hedonistic appetite matched his own, and Draco's uninhibited sexuality only made Harry want him more. He continued pounding into Draco's hot hole, savoring each clench and quiver of Draco's rim and inner muscles. Soft, panting whimpers fell from Draco's lips as he lay sprawled beneath Harry while Harry drank his blood and used his body.
Harry lifted his head and licked his bloodied lips. Draco's intoxicating flavor tingled on the tip of his tongue, and Harry's hips surged forward. He buried himself to the hilt and filled Draco with the pulses of his release. Harry slumped, pressing Draco into the bed with the weight of his body. Their chests rested together, hearts beating in wild tandem. Their cocks and nipples softened, and Harry uncoupled them with obvious reluctance.
At least Draco had ceased yammering at him for the time being.
Brushing a thumb over his Consort's throat, Harry closed the small punctures and halted the steady trickle of blood. Draco murmured something unintelligible and rolled toward Harry, curving his body close.
"Are you cuddling?" Harry snorted.
"M'cold," Draco muttered.
"Perhaps I took too much blood," mused Harry, sifting his fingers through Draco's disheveled hair. He wasn't always as careful as he should be when caught up in the throes of lust his Consort inspired in him.
"Give me some of yours," Draco said, voice quiet.
Ah, back to that again. "Nice try," Harry told him.
Draco raised his head to glare at Harry. "You cannot go to France alone," he insisted.
Harry pushed Draco away and rose from the bed. "I am going to take a shower," he said. "I will meet you downstairs for dinner in twenty minutes." He walked out without a backward glance.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 16
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1010
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 lady_psiho, who requested an update to Wrath of Vampires.
Summary: Harry effectively puts an end to Draco's argument.
Harry's eyes narrowed at Draco's brazen demand. "We have already discussed this," he said, referring to Draco's desire to be Turned.
"We did not discuss it," Draco dared to argue. "I asked, and you said no."
"The answer is still no."
"But, why-"
"Draco," Harry growled, silencing his Consort with his vehemence. "You do not know what it is like. I have not seen the sun nor felt its warmth upon my skin since I was Turned. Instead, I am condemned to dwell in darkness, dependent on human blood for my very survival. I refuse to subject you to the same fate."
"Am I not allowed to choose my own fate?" cried Draco, sitting up and scooting away.
Harry sat up as well. "You have given yourself over to my care, or had you forgotten that, Consort?" he hissed.
Draco's lips thinned, and he looked away. He took a deep breath before raising his eyes to Harry once more. "I wish to go to France with you," he said.
Harry was filled with reluctant admiration for his Consort's pluck. Nevertheless, he refused to endanger Draco. "It's too dangerous," he said, rising to his feet and flicking a cleaning charm over himself before tucking his half-hard prick into his trousers. Sparring with Draco was making him randy again.
Draco scrambled to his feet. "I may be a mere mortal," he snapped, throwing Harry's words back at him, "but I'm also a powerful wizard. I daresay I can be an asset to you when dealing with Veronique."
Draco was wrong, thought Harry. Worrying about his Consort's safety would be a huge liability. Draco was distracting, as well. Now, for instance, with his eyes flashing with temper and his color high, he was distracting Harry from their debate. Harry's cock was once more throbbing in his trousers, and he reached for his zip.
Draco's eyes tracked the movement, and he licked his lips.
Harry withdrew his rigid cock and glared at his Consort. "Get over here and use your mouth for something other than arguing with me," he commanded.
Draco approached and sank to his already reddened knees before Harry. He wrapped his fingers around Harry's cock and brought the glistening tip to his lips. Draco raised his eyes to his lover and flicked his tongue out for a taste.
A quiver shot through Harry, and his breath caught. His Consort was diabolically good at this, and Harry realized belatedly that he may have committed a tactical error. Would Draco take advantage of the situation in an attempt to manipulate Harry's compliance? Draco's lips closed over the crown of Harry's prick, and his tongue lapped up all the pre-come that had leaked from the slit. He lowered his head, taking Harry deeper, then Draco applied suction.
Harry's hips jolted forward, and he hissed in reaction. He speared his fingers into Draco's tangled hair and used his grip to urge Draco forward. Draco took the hint, swallowing Harry's cock until his nose was buried in the crisp, dark hair at Harry's groin. A reluctant groan rumbled from Harry's throat, indicating his enjoyment of his Consort's skill. He tightened his fingers in Draco's hair and began to fuck his Consort's mouth. Draco hummed, and the vibration around Harry's cock made him moan. As enjoyable as this was, however, he wanted to bury himself inside of Draco.
"Enough," Harry rasped, pulling back. "Enough."
Draco released him with a wet pop.
Harry grabbed his Consort by the arms and bodily tossed Draco onto the frilly bed. Draco propped himself up on his elbows and spread his legs wide. "Fuck me," he demanded, raising his knees and exposing his slick, reddened hole.
Harry was on him and in him in an instant. He rammed his cock deep inside Draco's arse and sank his fangs into Draco's throat. Draco screamed and convulsed as he climaxed immediately. Harry growled in approval as he drew blood from Draco's vein and pumped his hips between his Consort's trembling thighs.
Harry couldn't have chosen a better Consort. Draco's hedonistic appetite matched his own, and Draco's uninhibited sexuality only made Harry want him more. He continued pounding into Draco's hot hole, savoring each clench and quiver of Draco's rim and inner muscles. Soft, panting whimpers fell from Draco's lips as he lay sprawled beneath Harry while Harry drank his blood and used his body.
Harry lifted his head and licked his bloodied lips. Draco's intoxicating flavor tingled on the tip of his tongue, and Harry's hips surged forward. He buried himself to the hilt and filled Draco with the pulses of his release. Harry slumped, pressing Draco into the bed with the weight of his body. Their chests rested together, hearts beating in wild tandem. Their cocks and nipples softened, and Harry uncoupled them with obvious reluctance.
At least Draco had ceased yammering at him for the time being.
Brushing a thumb over his Consort's throat, Harry closed the small punctures and halted the steady trickle of blood. Draco murmured something unintelligible and rolled toward Harry, curving his body close.
"Are you cuddling?" Harry snorted.
"M'cold," Draco muttered.
"Perhaps I took too much blood," mused Harry, sifting his fingers through Draco's disheveled hair. He wasn't always as careful as he should be when caught up in the throes of lust his Consort inspired in him.
"Give me some of yours," Draco said, voice quiet.
Ah, back to that again. "Nice try," Harry told him.
Draco raised his head to glare at Harry. "You cannot go to France alone," he insisted.
Harry pushed Draco away and rose from the bed. "I am going to take a shower," he said. "I will meet you downstairs for dinner in twenty minutes." He walked out without a backward glance.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 16