Impression
Title: Impression Follows Aggression
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Bill/Dennis
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature fic, knotting, pwp
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 665
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 kaellite, who requested Bill/Dennis, breeding sex
Summary: Dennis is subjected to Weasley's tender mercies once more.
Dennis opened his eyes. The room was not only dark, but unfamiliar, judging from the vague outlines he could see. There was a hot body spooned up behind him, and his arse was tender. Dennis recalled how his odious date, Howard, had tried to force himself on him, and he tensed in alarm. No, wait...Bill Weasley had come to his rescue and taken him home. Dennis relaxed with a contented hum.
"I thought you were planning to make your escape."
Dennis started at the gruff voice behind him. "No, I...I just forgot where I was for a moment."
"You're in our bedroom."
"Our bedroom?" Dennis gulped.
"I claimed you as my mate last night," Weasley reminded him. He tugged Dennis more snugly back against himself, and Dennis felt the insistent prod of Weasley's cock. It seemed the werewolf was intent on mating again.
Dennis squirmed. "Erm, perhaps I should just go home now. Thank you for...for rescuing me."
The arms around him tightened, and a low growl raised the fine hairs on his nape, impressing on Dennis that he was in bed with someone potentially dangerous.
"This is your home now, Creevey," said Weasley. "Your place is in my bed, and it will be my pleasure to mount you and fill your belly with my babies."
"What?!" Dennis bleated. He'd heard of male pregnancy before, but it was extremely rare, and it required that one partner be something less...than...human.
Weasley is a werewolf!
Dennis tried to bolt, but a powerful arm dragged him back into Weasley's embrace.
"Leaving so soon?" Weasley rumbled.
His lips grazed Dennis' nape, drawing a tiny whimper of pleasure from him. When he felt Weasley's cock nudge between his arse cheeks, Dennis drew his leg up, opening himself in submission. He felt his world shift, and Dennis abruptly found himself face down on the bed. Large hands grasped his hips and drew him up and into position. Dennis' body responded with an urgent surge of lust. Thoughts of escape fled; he wanted this.
Dennis had just enough time to utter the proper preparation spells before he was skewered on Weasley's thick cock. He yelped in discomfort, but the sound quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. Godric, but he loved large cocks!
Weasley wasn't gentle; he began thrusting immediately, pounding into Dennis' tight hole over and over. Dennis got a hand on his own prick and jerked himself awkwardly. It was still too dark to see, but that seemed only to enhance the experience. Everything felt so much more intense. Dennis' mouth fell open to emit his mewling cries of delight. He didn't think he was going to last long.
Weasley drove in deep and twisted his hips, and Dennis was done. He arched his back and released a garbled shout as he spilled over his fingers. He heard Weasley grunt in satisfaction, but the pounding flurry of thrusts never slowed. Dennis collapsed onto his face, then had to reach up to brace himself against the headboard. He heaved for breath as Weasley continued riding him. Dennis felt Weasley's cock jerk, followed by the sensation of being pumped full of come. Once more, there was a curious pressure as Weasley's cock formed a knot at the base, locking their bodies together.
Dennis turned his head enough to speak. "May we at least lie down?" He disliked being face down and arse up like this.
"Not when we're having breeding sex, no," replied Weasley.
"Breeding sex?!"
"It's imperative that your pelvis remain elevated, to maximize the chances of conception."
"Conception?!" squeaked Dennis, trying to lever himself upright. A firm hand between his shoulders pushed him back down.
"Just relax and enjoy my knot inside of you."
Dennis' mind raced with the implication of an unplanned pregnancy. "Why me?" he moaned.
Weasley bent over, lips close to Dennis' ear and whispered, "I've been wanting to breed you long before you delivered yourself into my hands that day in the woods."
Submission
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Bill/Dennis
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature fic, knotting, pwp
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 665
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 kaellite, who requested Bill/Dennis, breeding sex
Summary: Dennis is subjected to Weasley's tender mercies once more.
Dennis opened his eyes. The room was not only dark, but unfamiliar, judging from the vague outlines he could see. There was a hot body spooned up behind him, and his arse was tender. Dennis recalled how his odious date, Howard, had tried to force himself on him, and he tensed in alarm. No, wait...Bill Weasley had come to his rescue and taken him home. Dennis relaxed with a contented hum.
"I thought you were planning to make your escape."
Dennis started at the gruff voice behind him. "No, I...I just forgot where I was for a moment."
"You're in our bedroom."
"Our bedroom?" Dennis gulped.
"I claimed you as my mate last night," Weasley reminded him. He tugged Dennis more snugly back against himself, and Dennis felt the insistent prod of Weasley's cock. It seemed the werewolf was intent on mating again.
Dennis squirmed. "Erm, perhaps I should just go home now. Thank you for...for rescuing me."
The arms around him tightened, and a low growl raised the fine hairs on his nape, impressing on Dennis that he was in bed with someone potentially dangerous.
"This is your home now, Creevey," said Weasley. "Your place is in my bed, and it will be my pleasure to mount you and fill your belly with my babies."
"What?!" Dennis bleated. He'd heard of male pregnancy before, but it was extremely rare, and it required that one partner be something less...than...human.
Weasley is a werewolf!
Dennis tried to bolt, but a powerful arm dragged him back into Weasley's embrace.
"Leaving so soon?" Weasley rumbled.
His lips grazed Dennis' nape, drawing a tiny whimper of pleasure from him. When he felt Weasley's cock nudge between his arse cheeks, Dennis drew his leg up, opening himself in submission. He felt his world shift, and Dennis abruptly found himself face down on the bed. Large hands grasped his hips and drew him up and into position. Dennis' body responded with an urgent surge of lust. Thoughts of escape fled; he wanted this.
Dennis had just enough time to utter the proper preparation spells before he was skewered on Weasley's thick cock. He yelped in discomfort, but the sound quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. Godric, but he loved large cocks!
Weasley wasn't gentle; he began thrusting immediately, pounding into Dennis' tight hole over and over. Dennis got a hand on his own prick and jerked himself awkwardly. It was still too dark to see, but that seemed only to enhance the experience. Everything felt so much more intense. Dennis' mouth fell open to emit his mewling cries of delight. He didn't think he was going to last long.
Weasley drove in deep and twisted his hips, and Dennis was done. He arched his back and released a garbled shout as he spilled over his fingers. He heard Weasley grunt in satisfaction, but the pounding flurry of thrusts never slowed. Dennis collapsed onto his face, then had to reach up to brace himself against the headboard. He heaved for breath as Weasley continued riding him. Dennis felt Weasley's cock jerk, followed by the sensation of being pumped full of come. Once more, there was a curious pressure as Weasley's cock formed a knot at the base, locking their bodies together.
Dennis turned his head enough to speak. "May we at least lie down?" He disliked being face down and arse up like this.
"Not when we're having breeding sex, no," replied Weasley.
"Breeding sex?!"
"It's imperative that your pelvis remain elevated, to maximize the chances of conception."
"Conception?!" squeaked Dennis, trying to lever himself upright. A firm hand between his shoulders pushed him back down.
"Just relax and enjoy my knot inside of you."
Dennis' mind raced with the implication of an unplanned pregnancy. "Why me?" he moaned.
Weasley bent over, lips close to Dennis' ear and whispered, "I've been wanting to breed you long before you delivered yourself into my hands that day in the woods."
Submission