Blood Whore 7
Title: Blood Whore 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1065
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: A birthday gift for dayday1223, who asked for more of Blood Whore.
Summary: Draco has much to think about.
Left to his own devices during the day, Draco once again explored the house in an effort to find a means of egress. It was no use. There were no doors or windows that he could discern. Potter must have disguised them with magic. Draco tried closing his eyes and feeling his way along the various outer walls, only to be thwarted. He was a prisoner, and it appeared escape was impossible.
Draco resorted to plotting. Perhaps Potter could be reasoned with or bargained with. Failing that, Draco considered playing along with the vampire's bonding fantasy and then making his escape when Potter let his guard down. Draco hoped it wouldn't come to that. Playing along with Potter might result in Draco falling under the vampire's seductive spell. His body tingled in remembered pleasure. Potter already had a strong sexual hold over Draco, and he wasn't keen on giving Potter even more control.
After giving up on escape, Draco spent the remainder of the day attempting wandless magic. All he managed to muster were some mild Summoning spells, and he Transfigured a saucer into a bowl. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Draco was trying to levitate a serviette when Potter arrived.
"Impressive," Potter commented.
The serviette, which had been fluttering atop the kitchen table, collapsed like a souffle. Draco glared up at Potter. "I would like my wand back," he said.
"You have no need of a wand," said Potter. "I will provide for all of your needs."
"I need to leave here," snapped Draco.
"Why?" asked Potter, cocking his head to one side. "I've seen your flat; you have nothing and no one to return to."
Draco was rendered speechless. Potter had the right of it, and the thought was terribly depressing. The flat Draco lived in was spartan at best, and it was in a rough neighborhood. Ashamed by his circumstances, Draco had shunned all contact with his former friends. Only his parents would care what became of him, and they were both still in Azkaban. Draco's shoulders slumped.
As if sensing his distress, Potter said, "Stop fighting me. I have a comfortable flat set up for you. All you need to do is agree to an exclusive arrangement with me, and I will take you there. You will be free to come and go as you please during the day, so long as you are home by evening to entertain me."
Potter's solution seemed reasonable, and Draco was tempted to give in. Only pride kept him from accepting. He settled for saying, "Allow me to think it over."
Potter studied him with narrowed eyes before nodding once curtly. "We will speak no more of it tonight," he said. "Come with me to the bedroom. I wish to enjoy your body and your blood."
Draco considered refusing, but he realized it would be a token resistance. Potter would win in the end in any case, and there was no reason Draco should deny himself sexual release. Potter may be an arsehole, but he was talented enough in bed. Squaring his shoulders, Draco rose and brushed past Potter on his way to the master bedroom.
Draco began removing his clothing without being told. Potter didn't comment. He merely began undressing as well. Draco took an extra moment to practice the bit of wandless magic he was proficient with, leaving himself lubricated.
Potter sat on the edge of the bed and grinned, displaying his fangs.
Draco shuddered, but even he didn't know if it was in dismay or eagerness. His mind rebelled at allowing a vampire, any vampire, to feed from him, but Draco's body craved the pleasure such an act invoked. With Potter, the pleasure was purely sexual, and Draco's cock stiffened in anticipation.
"Come to me," said Potter, and Draco did.
He crossed the room and sat next to the vampire, not quite touching. An instant later, Potter was touching Draco everywhere as he leaned into Draco, forcing him to lie back on the bed. Potter's solid body settled on top of Draco, hips wriggling into place between Draco's reluctantly parted thighs. Draco turned his head to the side, shivering as the vampire licked his neck. Potter nibbled at the spot just below Draco's ear, ramping up Draco's sexual excitement.
Potter positioned his cock at Draco's rim and struck. His fangs sank through Draco's skin as his cock penetrated the ring of muscle at Draco's entrance. Draco cried out at the initial sting, but discomfort quickly gave way to pleasure. He exhaled on a shaky sigh and tipped his hips up, encouraging Potter to drive in deep. Draco pulled his knees up, opening himself wide and submitting to Potter's plundering thrusts. It felt fantastic. Even when Draco had had his pick of partners, the sex had never been this good. The erotic pull of blood from the vein in his throat added to the pleasure, and Draco moaned as he clung to Potter's shoulders.
Potter growled against Draco's throat and pounded harder between Draco's legs.
Draco loved it. He arched and twisted, he panted and mewled and begged Potter without words for more. Draco groaned when Potter gave it to him. He was getting pounded into the mattress, and it felt divine. Draco's muscles tightened, and his body went taut at the moment he climaxed. He grasped at Potter, hanging on as he rode out the waves of ecstasy that rolled over and through him.
A low sound rumbled from Potter's throat, and he slammed harder and faster into Draco's shuddering body. As Draco relaxed into the bedding, Potter thrust in once more and pulsed inside of him. The fangs were withdrawn from Draco's throat, and Potter's tongue lapped up the remaining blood and licked at the puncture wounds to close them. He pulled out of Draco slowly, teasing another quiver out of Draco's ravaged rim.
Potter licked the shell of Draco's ear and whispered, "This is how it could be between us each and every night, if you would only agree to my stipulations."
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