A Veela With Bite 2
Title: A Veela With Bite 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 725
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 khasael, who asked for shiver/shivering. This is a sequel to A Veela With Bite.
Summary: Malfoy tempts Harry once again.
Harry spent the day in a daze. Malfoy had come to him the night before, appearing in Harry's garden and claiming to be a Veela in search of a mate. It hadn't taken much coaxing on Malfoy's part to get Harry to fuck him, and the sex had been explosive. However, at the moment of climax, Malfoy had bitten Harry's neck, revealing himself to be a vampire, as well.
Harry had never heard of a Veela being a vampire, or vice versa. Malfoy said he had been born a Veela, and it was possible he had been turned into a vampire at some point. Harry wasn't entirely certain, but there was one thing he did know. He never wanted to see Malfoy again.
~*~
Harry awoke with a start. He had dozed off on the sofa while watching the telly, and he was momentarily confused. As he got his bearings and relaxed, a sound from the garden caught his attention. Harry grabbed his wand and headed to the back door. He paused with a hand on the door knob. Malfoy was out there. Harry couldn't see him, but he knew it; he felt it. Harry took a step back. He gasped when Malfoy's pale, grinning face appeared before him.
Malfoy tapped the glass door. "Let me in, Harry," he cajoled. "I need you."
Harry stood there, transfixed. Part of him wanted to turn and flee, but his cock was rising and straining toward Malfoy.
"You want me, too, don't you, Harry?" Malfoy asked, voice muffled by the flimsy glass between them. Malfoy dropped his cloak, revealing his nude body.
Harry's eyes were drawn to Malfoy's cock, and he licked his lips at the sight of it, aroused and erect between Malfoy's legs.
"Come out, Harry," said Malfoy. He slid one hand down his torso and palmed his cock.
Harry's wand clattered from his fingers, and he opened the door and stepped outside. Malfoy smiled again, exposing his fangs, but Harry's attention was riveted on the Veela's cock. He removed his clothing before he pushed Malfoy's hand aside and wrapped his own fingers around Malfoy's hard, hot length.
Malfoy moaned and leaned into Harry's touch. He grasped Harry's prick and stroked it, and Harry gasped again. He swayed against Malfoy, and Malfoy responded by sinking onto his cast-off cloak. Harry followed him to the ground, pressing his body tight to Malfoy's. Malfoy spread his legs and drew his knees up, bracketing Harry's lower body and arching up to frot against Harry's groin.
"Take me, Harry. Make me yours," whispered Malfoy.
Harry was powerless to resist. He boldly lowered his hips into the vee of Malfoy's thighs and guided his cock into place. Harry thrust forward, penetrating Malfoy with no regard to whether the Veela was prepared or not. Malfoy was slick with lubricant and tight as a glove. Harry groaned as he drove deeper. Malfoy encouraged him with breathy sighs that quickly morphed into rumbling growls. His fingers dug into Harry's flesh, clutching, grasping and groping, leaving marks on Harry's back, hips and buttocks.
Harry loved it. They were fucking like animals outside in the garden, and he was utterly lost in the moment. He pumped rapidly between Malfoy's thighs, grunting with the effort. Harry had no consideration for Malfoy; he was concerned only with his own pleasure. Harry thrust into Malfoy's writhing body over and over, groaning as the tension built within him. It crested and broke, and Harry shouted aloud as his body stiffened and shook. It was at that moment, when Harry was most vulnerable, that Malfoy struck.
Malfoy lunged up and sank his fangs into Harry's throat. His release pulsed between them, even as Harry was ejaculating inside of him. Harry's cries rose in volume as he shuddered through his climax. He pitched forward, collapsing atop the feeding vampire.
~*~
Harry came around slowly. He groaned and sat up, pausing until his head stopped spinning. Harry was alone in the garden, naked and cold. He reached up to touch his throat, and his fingers came away smeared with blood. Harry shivered, and it wasn't from the chill.
A Veela With Bite 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 725
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 khasael, who asked for shiver/shivering. This is a sequel to A Veela With Bite.
Summary: Malfoy tempts Harry once again.
Harry spent the day in a daze. Malfoy had come to him the night before, appearing in Harry's garden and claiming to be a Veela in search of a mate. It hadn't taken much coaxing on Malfoy's part to get Harry to fuck him, and the sex had been explosive. However, at the moment of climax, Malfoy had bitten Harry's neck, revealing himself to be a vampire, as well.
Harry had never heard of a Veela being a vampire, or vice versa. Malfoy said he had been born a Veela, and it was possible he had been turned into a vampire at some point. Harry wasn't entirely certain, but there was one thing he did know. He never wanted to see Malfoy again.
~*~
Harry awoke with a start. He had dozed off on the sofa while watching the telly, and he was momentarily confused. As he got his bearings and relaxed, a sound from the garden caught his attention. Harry grabbed his wand and headed to the back door. He paused with a hand on the door knob. Malfoy was out there. Harry couldn't see him, but he knew it; he felt it. Harry took a step back. He gasped when Malfoy's pale, grinning face appeared before him.
Malfoy tapped the glass door. "Let me in, Harry," he cajoled. "I need you."
Harry stood there, transfixed. Part of him wanted to turn and flee, but his cock was rising and straining toward Malfoy.
"You want me, too, don't you, Harry?" Malfoy asked, voice muffled by the flimsy glass between them. Malfoy dropped his cloak, revealing his nude body.
Harry's eyes were drawn to Malfoy's cock, and he licked his lips at the sight of it, aroused and erect between Malfoy's legs.
"Come out, Harry," said Malfoy. He slid one hand down his torso and palmed his cock.
Harry's wand clattered from his fingers, and he opened the door and stepped outside. Malfoy smiled again, exposing his fangs, but Harry's attention was riveted on the Veela's cock. He removed his clothing before he pushed Malfoy's hand aside and wrapped his own fingers around Malfoy's hard, hot length.
Malfoy moaned and leaned into Harry's touch. He grasped Harry's prick and stroked it, and Harry gasped again. He swayed against Malfoy, and Malfoy responded by sinking onto his cast-off cloak. Harry followed him to the ground, pressing his body tight to Malfoy's. Malfoy spread his legs and drew his knees up, bracketing Harry's lower body and arching up to frot against Harry's groin.
"Take me, Harry. Make me yours," whispered Malfoy.
Harry was powerless to resist. He boldly lowered his hips into the vee of Malfoy's thighs and guided his cock into place. Harry thrust forward, penetrating Malfoy with no regard to whether the Veela was prepared or not. Malfoy was slick with lubricant and tight as a glove. Harry groaned as he drove deeper. Malfoy encouraged him with breathy sighs that quickly morphed into rumbling growls. His fingers dug into Harry's flesh, clutching, grasping and groping, leaving marks on Harry's back, hips and buttocks.
Harry loved it. They were fucking like animals outside in the garden, and he was utterly lost in the moment. He pumped rapidly between Malfoy's thighs, grunting with the effort. Harry had no consideration for Malfoy; he was concerned only with his own pleasure. Harry thrust into Malfoy's writhing body over and over, groaning as the tension built within him. It crested and broke, and Harry shouted aloud as his body stiffened and shook. It was at that moment, when Harry was most vulnerable, that Malfoy struck.
Malfoy lunged up and sank his fangs into Harry's throat. His release pulsed between them, even as Harry was ejaculating inside of him. Harry's cries rose in volume as he shuddered through his climax. He pitched forward, collapsing atop the feeding vampire.
~*~
Harry came around slowly. He groaned and sat up, pausing until his head stopped spinning. Harry was alone in the garden, naked and cold. He reached up to touch his throat, and his fingers came away smeared with blood. Harry shivered, and it wasn't from the chill.
A Veela With Bite 3