Wrath of Vampires 16
Title: Wrath of Vampires 16
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1190
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 badcook, who requested an update to Wrath of Vampires.
Summary: Draco sets some plans into motion.
Draco awoke in bed--alone--and stretched. His body was suffused with a lingering ache, which was the result of the rough sex he'd engaged in last night. Harry had been more forceful than usual, and the memory sent a delicious shiver through Draco. Although the outcome of their debate had been less than satisfactory for him, Draco couldn't deny that the results of arguing with his lover had been spectacular.
It was nearly noon. Draco treated himself to a long, hot shower before venturing downstairs to take a solitary lunch in the kitchen. Afterward, Draco penned a short note to Daphne Nott, inquiring about a portkey to France. Daphne worked in the Ministry's travel department, and she would be able to provide the particulars. Draco called for Hulda and told the House-elf he had a message to send. She popped out without a word and returned a moment later bearing the large raven that Harry used to send messages.
"Does this avian monstrosity have a name?" Draco asked as he cautiously tied the message to the raven's leg.
"He is being called Edgar by the Master," Hulda replied.
"Edgar, please deliver this message to Mrs Daphne Nott at the Ministry of Magic," Draco instructed it gravely.
Edgar inclined his head as if nodding before he flew out the open window.
"Is Master Draco be needing anything else?" Hulda asked him.
Draco was about to dismiss her, when a thought occurred to him. "Where is Harry?" he inquired.
"The Master is being asleep during the day," said the house-elf.
"Yes, but where?"
Hulda tugged her ears nervously. "I cannot be saying, Master Draco."
"Very well," said Draco, taking pity on her. "That is all for now."
She bowed and disappeared immediately. Draco was still curious about Harry's daytime resting place, but it was a mystery for another day. For now, Draco intended to study up on vampire lore.
~*~
Draco became absorbed in one of the ancient tomes in Harry's library. It contained a veritable history of vampires, and much of the information imparted was new to Draco. He didn't imagine the book had been meant for mortal eyes. Some of what he'd read he already knew, such as the fact that vampires could not enter a dwelling uninvited and that they would disintegrate in sunlight. Mehmet's death had proven that beyond a doubt.
Draco hadn't known that vampires were capable of flight. They didn't have wings, nor could they change into bats, but they were able to ride currents of air to travel through the sky, unseen at night. Draco also learned that a vampire's resting place was a closely guarded secret that even a Consort was rarely privy to.
Draco was so entranced by what he was reading that he hadn't realized the lateness of the hour. A telltale shift in the air alerted him that Harry had joined him in the library.
"I hope that is the Kama Sutra you're reading," commented Harry.
Arousal pooled in Draco's belly and lower. He dampened his lips with his tongue. "I'm reading up on vampire lore," he said.
"Have you learned anything interesting?"
"I learned that vampires are capable of flight," said Draco.
"Indeed? Perhaps I should read that book some evening," mused Harry.
Draco was surprised. "You have yet to read this?"
"I was not pleased to be Turned," said Harry. "I had no wish to read about the nature of my curse. Hermione sent that to me shortly after I had returned. I had contacted her and Ron to let them know what had become of me."
"Have you kept in touch with your friends?" Draco dared to ask. He hadn't heard Harry mention his best friends until now.
Something flickered in the depths of Harry's eyes. "They tried to maintain communication, but I discouraged it," he said, voice gruff.
"But, why?" asked Draco.
"I was unwilling to harm them," Harry replied. "I did not have much control over my impulses at first."
"Surely now-"
"Draco," Harry interrupted sharply, "this conversation is over. Remove your clothing; I have need of you."
Draco sensed that the disconnect from his friends bothered Harry, but he also knew now was not the time to pursue it. His own desire had been building since Harry had arrived, and Draco did not dare disobey in this. He rose from the divan, placed the book aside, and began undressing. Draco kept his eyes on Harry as he disrobed, feeling a surge of lust when his lover opened his own trousers and began applying lubricant to his cock.
"Kneel on the divan, facing away from me."
Draco turned and knelt upon the piece of furniture. He clutched the upholstered back in his hands and spread his legs apart. Draco felt Harry's approach in the tingles that scattered across his skin.
The vampire placed his hands on Draco's hips and drew him back, positioning Draco to his satisfaction. Harry brought the tip of his cock to Draco's entrance and breached him with a sharp thrust.
Draco groaned and pushed back, impaling himself further. As per usual, Harry hadn't stretched him, but he welcomed the burn of penetration. Harry didn't allow Draco time to adjust; he simply began fucking him, hard and fast. Draco's body undulated, and his hands tightened on the back of the divan as he gave himself up to the delicious friction of Harry's cock as it drove into him again and again. As enjoyable as it was, however, Draco wanted more. He needed it.
"H-Harry," Draco whispered, turning his head and allowing it to drop back so as to expose the elegant line of his throat.
Harry swooped forward and pierced Draco's pale flesh with his fangs.
The stinging bite was the extra stimulation Draco required to catapult him into climax. He cried out as his body convulsed with pleasure. His cock jerked, spurting across the cushions of the divan.
Harry drank greedily from the blood that filled his mouth. His hips continued pumping, maintaining a steady pace as he laid claim to his Consort. When his thirst was appeased, Harry lifted his head, savoring the taste of Draco's blood on his lips. He increased the speed and force of his thrusts, intent now on appeasing his physical lust. Harry plunged in twice more and stiffened as he was caught up in his own orgasm.
Draco felt his lover's release pulse inside of him, and he murmured his approval. It was gratifying to know he was capable of wringing such pleasure from Harry. Blood still trickled from the small punctures in his throat, but the press of Harry's fingertips to the ravaged flesh healed the wounds in an instant.
Harry withdrew from Draco and stroked his damp back with one hand before stepping back completely. "Get dressed," he said. "The elves will have dinner ready for us."
Wrath of Vampires 17
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1190
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 badcook, who requested an update to Wrath of Vampires.
Summary: Draco sets some plans into motion.
Draco awoke in bed--alone--and stretched. His body was suffused with a lingering ache, which was the result of the rough sex he'd engaged in last night. Harry had been more forceful than usual, and the memory sent a delicious shiver through Draco. Although the outcome of their debate had been less than satisfactory for him, Draco couldn't deny that the results of arguing with his lover had been spectacular.
It was nearly noon. Draco treated himself to a long, hot shower before venturing downstairs to take a solitary lunch in the kitchen. Afterward, Draco penned a short note to Daphne Nott, inquiring about a portkey to France. Daphne worked in the Ministry's travel department, and she would be able to provide the particulars. Draco called for Hulda and told the House-elf he had a message to send. She popped out without a word and returned a moment later bearing the large raven that Harry used to send messages.
"Does this avian monstrosity have a name?" Draco asked as he cautiously tied the message to the raven's leg.
"He is being called Edgar by the Master," Hulda replied.
"Edgar, please deliver this message to Mrs Daphne Nott at the Ministry of Magic," Draco instructed it gravely.
Edgar inclined his head as if nodding before he flew out the open window.
"Is Master Draco be needing anything else?" Hulda asked him.
Draco was about to dismiss her, when a thought occurred to him. "Where is Harry?" he inquired.
"The Master is being asleep during the day," said the house-elf.
"Yes, but where?"
Hulda tugged her ears nervously. "I cannot be saying, Master Draco."
"Very well," said Draco, taking pity on her. "That is all for now."
She bowed and disappeared immediately. Draco was still curious about Harry's daytime resting place, but it was a mystery for another day. For now, Draco intended to study up on vampire lore.
~*~
Draco became absorbed in one of the ancient tomes in Harry's library. It contained a veritable history of vampires, and much of the information imparted was new to Draco. He didn't imagine the book had been meant for mortal eyes. Some of what he'd read he already knew, such as the fact that vampires could not enter a dwelling uninvited and that they would disintegrate in sunlight. Mehmet's death had proven that beyond a doubt.
Draco hadn't known that vampires were capable of flight. They didn't have wings, nor could they change into bats, but they were able to ride currents of air to travel through the sky, unseen at night. Draco also learned that a vampire's resting place was a closely guarded secret that even a Consort was rarely privy to.
Draco was so entranced by what he was reading that he hadn't realized the lateness of the hour. A telltale shift in the air alerted him that Harry had joined him in the library.
"I hope that is the Kama Sutra you're reading," commented Harry.
Arousal pooled in Draco's belly and lower. He dampened his lips with his tongue. "I'm reading up on vampire lore," he said.
"Have you learned anything interesting?"
"I learned that vampires are capable of flight," said Draco.
"Indeed? Perhaps I should read that book some evening," mused Harry.
Draco was surprised. "You have yet to read this?"
"I was not pleased to be Turned," said Harry. "I had no wish to read about the nature of my curse. Hermione sent that to me shortly after I had returned. I had contacted her and Ron to let them know what had become of me."
"Have you kept in touch with your friends?" Draco dared to ask. He hadn't heard Harry mention his best friends until now.
Something flickered in the depths of Harry's eyes. "They tried to maintain communication, but I discouraged it," he said, voice gruff.
"But, why?" asked Draco.
"I was unwilling to harm them," Harry replied. "I did not have much control over my impulses at first."
"Surely now-"
"Draco," Harry interrupted sharply, "this conversation is over. Remove your clothing; I have need of you."
Draco sensed that the disconnect from his friends bothered Harry, but he also knew now was not the time to pursue it. His own desire had been building since Harry had arrived, and Draco did not dare disobey in this. He rose from the divan, placed the book aside, and began undressing. Draco kept his eyes on Harry as he disrobed, feeling a surge of lust when his lover opened his own trousers and began applying lubricant to his cock.
"Kneel on the divan, facing away from me."
Draco turned and knelt upon the piece of furniture. He clutched the upholstered back in his hands and spread his legs apart. Draco felt Harry's approach in the tingles that scattered across his skin.
The vampire placed his hands on Draco's hips and drew him back, positioning Draco to his satisfaction. Harry brought the tip of his cock to Draco's entrance and breached him with a sharp thrust.
Draco groaned and pushed back, impaling himself further. As per usual, Harry hadn't stretched him, but he welcomed the burn of penetration. Harry didn't allow Draco time to adjust; he simply began fucking him, hard and fast. Draco's body undulated, and his hands tightened on the back of the divan as he gave himself up to the delicious friction of Harry's cock as it drove into him again and again. As enjoyable as it was, however, Draco wanted more. He needed it.
"H-Harry," Draco whispered, turning his head and allowing it to drop back so as to expose the elegant line of his throat.
Harry swooped forward and pierced Draco's pale flesh with his fangs.
The stinging bite was the extra stimulation Draco required to catapult him into climax. He cried out as his body convulsed with pleasure. His cock jerked, spurting across the cushions of the divan.
Harry drank greedily from the blood that filled his mouth. His hips continued pumping, maintaining a steady pace as he laid claim to his Consort. When his thirst was appeased, Harry lifted his head, savoring the taste of Draco's blood on his lips. He increased the speed and force of his thrusts, intent now on appeasing his physical lust. Harry plunged in twice more and stiffened as he was caught up in his own orgasm.
Draco felt his lover's release pulse inside of him, and he murmured his approval. It was gratifying to know he was capable of wringing such pleasure from Harry. Blood still trickled from the small punctures in his throat, but the press of Harry's fingertips to the ravaged flesh healed the wounds in an instant.
Harry withdrew from Draco and stroked his damp back with one hand before stepping back completely. "Get dressed," he said. "The elves will have dinner ready for us."
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