A Veela With Bite 5
Title: A Veela With Bite 5
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic, dubcon
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 720
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 neptuneschild1, who requested Veela, snark, dubcon. This is part of my A Veela With Bite verse.
Summary: Harry's latest plan to evade Malfoy backfires.
The water in the shower was as hot as Harry could possibly stand it. His skin turned pink from the combination of heat and vigorous scrubbing. Harry was determined to wash away all evidence of Malfoy's nocturnal visit. He'd been so sure that inserting ear plugs and donning a sleep mask would prevent him from going to Malfoy. Harry hadn't anticipated that Malfoy would come to him in a dream.
"Bloody, buggering vampire or Veela or whatever he is," grumbled Harry. He was becoming light headed from the oppressive heat in the shower. Harry turned the water off and stepped out into the relative coolness of the bathroom. He pondered his next move as he toweled himself dry. Obviously, Harry needed to get more creative in his efforts to prevent himself from succumbing to the charms of the Veela-vamp.
~*~
Harry snapped the shackle around his wrist and checked that the other end was bolted securely into the wall. Now, even if Malfoy came to the balcony and performed a striptease, there was no way Harry could reach him. He tossed the key to the other side of the room, trusting his ability to Summon it when his mind was clear enough to concentrate. Part of Malfoy's lethal charm was his ability to fog Harry's thoughts and render his inhibitions useless. Thus secured, Harry fell asleep.
~*~
"Harry, you are making this entirely too easy."
Harry's eyes popped open, and his blurry sight gradually adjusted to the dim interior of his bedroom. He shrank back when he saw a figure looming over him.
"M-Malfoy?"
"Were you expecting another Veela to play bondage games with you?"
"Bondage?" Harry rasped, lifting his hand to search for his glasses on the side table. The chain clinked and dragged at his manacle, and Harry's heart stalled. The reality of the situation finally registered. "Oh, fuck," he whispered.
"That's the spirit," drawled Malfoy. He flung his robe off, revealing his nude body.
Harry stopped struggling with the chain and manacle to look his fill of very aroused vampire. Or Veela...or whatever bizarre hybrid Malfoy was. Harry's cock tried to stand up for a better look, too. Harry reached for Malfoy. The chain pulled his hand up short of its target, and it also served to bring Harry to his senses.
"How did you get in here, Malfoy?!"
"You invited me inside," said Malfoy. He placed one knee on the end of the bed and dropped forward into a prowling crouch.
"I did not!"
"Yes, you did, Potter," Malfoy insisted. "Last night," he added as he moved to straddle Harry's legs.
Harry had been dreaming last night. Did that count?
"I need you, Harry," Malfoy purred.
"I don't want you!" Harry lied. "Go away!"
"Let's see what your cock thinks, shall we?"
Harry yelped in dismay when Malfoy yanked his pyjama bottoms down. Harry's too-eager cock sprang free, indicating it wanted Malfoy very much indeed. Malfoy grasped Harry's cock and rose above him. He sank down, impaling himself on Harry's rigid length with a shameless moan of pleasure.
Harry fell back against the pillows as a low groan rumbled from his throat. He lifted his hips, driving deeper into Malfoy. Later, Harry would feel guilty for enjoying this. At the moment, all he cared about was getting off.
Malfoy rode Harry hard. His pace quickened, faster and faster, until he bent forward and sank his fangs into Harry's neck.
The sharp pain of the vampire's bite, combined with the clenching spasms of Malfoy's rim around his cock, pulled Harry's orgasm from him. He gripped Malfoy's hips and drove up hard, emptying himself inside of Malfoy's silken heat.
Malfoy raised his head and licked a droplet of Harry's blood from his lips. "You're mine," he said. "Get used to it."
Harry didn't have the energy to refute Malfoy's claim. "Get out," he slurred.
Malfoy snickered and uncoupled from Harry's shrinking cock. He bent to retrieve his robe and slung it around his shoulders. "Until tomorrow night, Potter."
Harry mustered a drowsy, "Fuck you."
Malfoy's fading laughter taunted him. "I'm looking forward to it."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic, dubcon
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 720
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 neptuneschild1, who requested Veela, snark, dubcon. This is part of my A Veela With Bite verse.
Summary: Harry's latest plan to evade Malfoy backfires.
The water in the shower was as hot as Harry could possibly stand it. His skin turned pink from the combination of heat and vigorous scrubbing. Harry was determined to wash away all evidence of Malfoy's nocturnal visit. He'd been so sure that inserting ear plugs and donning a sleep mask would prevent him from going to Malfoy. Harry hadn't anticipated that Malfoy would come to him in a dream.
"Bloody, buggering vampire or Veela or whatever he is," grumbled Harry. He was becoming light headed from the oppressive heat in the shower. Harry turned the water off and stepped out into the relative coolness of the bathroom. He pondered his next move as he toweled himself dry. Obviously, Harry needed to get more creative in his efforts to prevent himself from succumbing to the charms of the Veela-vamp.
~*~
Harry snapped the shackle around his wrist and checked that the other end was bolted securely into the wall. Now, even if Malfoy came to the balcony and performed a striptease, there was no way Harry could reach him. He tossed the key to the other side of the room, trusting his ability to Summon it when his mind was clear enough to concentrate. Part of Malfoy's lethal charm was his ability to fog Harry's thoughts and render his inhibitions useless. Thus secured, Harry fell asleep.
~*~
"Harry, you are making this entirely too easy."
Harry's eyes popped open, and his blurry sight gradually adjusted to the dim interior of his bedroom. He shrank back when he saw a figure looming over him.
"M-Malfoy?"
"Were you expecting another Veela to play bondage games with you?"
"Bondage?" Harry rasped, lifting his hand to search for his glasses on the side table. The chain clinked and dragged at his manacle, and Harry's heart stalled. The reality of the situation finally registered. "Oh, fuck," he whispered.
"That's the spirit," drawled Malfoy. He flung his robe off, revealing his nude body.
Harry stopped struggling with the chain and manacle to look his fill of very aroused vampire. Or Veela...or whatever bizarre hybrid Malfoy was. Harry's cock tried to stand up for a better look, too. Harry reached for Malfoy. The chain pulled his hand up short of its target, and it also served to bring Harry to his senses.
"How did you get in here, Malfoy?!"
"You invited me inside," said Malfoy. He placed one knee on the end of the bed and dropped forward into a prowling crouch.
"I did not!"
"Yes, you did, Potter," Malfoy insisted. "Last night," he added as he moved to straddle Harry's legs.
Harry had been dreaming last night. Did that count?
"I need you, Harry," Malfoy purred.
"I don't want you!" Harry lied. "Go away!"
"Let's see what your cock thinks, shall we?"
Harry yelped in dismay when Malfoy yanked his pyjama bottoms down. Harry's too-eager cock sprang free, indicating it wanted Malfoy very much indeed. Malfoy grasped Harry's cock and rose above him. He sank down, impaling himself on Harry's rigid length with a shameless moan of pleasure.
Harry fell back against the pillows as a low groan rumbled from his throat. He lifted his hips, driving deeper into Malfoy. Later, Harry would feel guilty for enjoying this. At the moment, all he cared about was getting off.
Malfoy rode Harry hard. His pace quickened, faster and faster, until he bent forward and sank his fangs into Harry's neck.
The sharp pain of the vampire's bite, combined with the clenching spasms of Malfoy's rim around his cock, pulled Harry's orgasm from him. He gripped Malfoy's hips and drove up hard, emptying himself inside of Malfoy's silken heat.
Malfoy raised his head and licked a droplet of Harry's blood from his lips. "You're mine," he said. "Get used to it."
Harry didn't have the energy to refute Malfoy's claim. "Get out," he slurred.
Malfoy snickered and uncoupled from Harry's shrinking cock. He bent to retrieve his robe and slung it around his shoulders. "Until tomorrow night, Potter."
Harry mustered a drowsy, "Fuck you."
Malfoy's fading laughter taunted him. "I'm looking forward to it."