FIC, A Very Good Boy, Arthur/Male, Arthur/Molly, NC-17
Title: A Very Good Boy
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Arthur/Male, Arthur/Molly
Genre: One-shot, PWP, slash, sort-of-het
Summary: “When Arthur pressed the vial of Polyjuice Potion into her hands and said ‘Please’ with those sad, watery-blue eyes, she said yes, because she loved her husband, and she wanted to make him happy.” WARNING: slash, het, PWP, disturbing themes.
Warnings: I can’t give away the major one or it would ruin the story, but those who are easily squicked should turn back here. Seriously. Graphic imagery and disturbing themes follow.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
When Arthur pressed the vial of Polyjuice Potion into her hands and said “Please” with those sad, watery-blue eyes, she said yes, because she loved her husband, and she wanted to make him happy.
“Just this once,” he promised as she choked down a violent red potion so dark it looked almost purple, and it hurt when she felt herself stretching, lengthening out; her soft, pasty fat melted down and she was lean and gangly-tall: pale, with soft hands and long, piano-playing fingers-a modest thatch of red hair under her flat abdomen, leading down to her limp, lovely little prick.
Everything was a little blurry around the edges until Arthur handed her a pair of glasses, which made everything abruptly, glaringly clear.
“Oh,” said Arthur, as he looked at her beautiful, naked body.
His eyes were hungry, and Molly could see that the crotch of his trousers were tenting. She felt devoured.
When he touched her, she forced herself not to flinch away.
“Gorgeous,” said Arthur.
Molly thought she probably wasn’t supposed to hear that, and decided that she hadn’t.
The long, smooth planes of her new body seemed familiar, but Molly wouldn’t let herself think about why. She didn’t want to know who Arthur wanted in place of her.
Then Arthur’s fingers were in her hair and Molly was being crushed to him, being kissed-being kissed and licked and kissed, and Arthur’s erection was grinding into her thigh, and Molly moaned softly and said, “Oh, oh, Arthur,” with her soft full lips, and attentively did not listen to her new, low voice.
“Call me Daddy, my darling,” said Arthur, hands dipping into the swell of her backside and squeezing her bum.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, and he laughed and kissed her again.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
She started to crawl up on her hands and knees, but he said, “No, on your back. Daddy wants to watch you while he’s got his cock in you.”
She laid down on her back-legs spread wide and bent at the knee; feet flat on the mattress-and watched him as he unzipped his trousers.
They fell to the ground, at his feet, and he kicked them off with his shoes; and then his shirt and his pants were gone, too, and his prick was long and hard and waiting for her, its sensitive pink tip already wet and leaking with precome.
“Are you scared, darling?” he asked. “Of me? Of the cock I’m going to squeeze into you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed. “I’ve never done this before.”
Her prick was stiffening unexpectedly; getting harder and harder as she watched Arthur stroke himself and walk unhurriedly towards the foot of the bed.
If she were still a woman, she thought, her panties would be soaked by now.
She hated that this was turning her on.
“But don’t you want your Daddy to fuck you, my darling?” he asked her, lightly stroking her inner thigh.
“Oh, very much,” she said.
She reached down and touched her cock, then; she couldn’t help it.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for such a very long time,” she said, “but I didn’t know how to ask you.”
She rubbed her nipple with her free hand and cupped the yielding roundness of her balls, and looked away when Arthur kissed her. She was blushing.
“Silly boy,” said Arthur, taking her rigid length in his hand and stroking it tenderly.
“Silly, silly boy,” he said. “Daddy’s always wanted you. To be inside of you.”
He kissed her, and bit her bottom lip.
“Daddy should have done to his favorite little boy a long time ago,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed, as he licked at her neck and down her chest, taking just the head of her cock inside his mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes, long ago,” she repeated, rubbing both her nipples with her hands as he licked the vein on the underside of her shaft.
He lapped delicately at her bollocks-then let them rest, full and heavy, on his tongue.
“Have you been saving yourself for Daddy?” he asked then, kissing her perineum, and Molly said, “Yes, yes, Daddy, always!” and shuddered as he wriggled his tongue in circles all around her entrance before thrusting it in: invading her; violating her.
“Oh, oh,” she said. “All the boys in boarding school tried to have me, Daddy, but I told them that the only cock I wanted inside me was yours, Daddy-only yours!”
She was panting.
“Good, you’re Daddy’s good little boy, love,” said Arthur, once again lavishing her prick with his attention-her world narrowing down to that amazingly hot-wet-good suction-and then he stopped.
“But you’ve been a bad boy, lately, haven’t you?” he asked coolly.
“No, Daddy!” she said, but he stayed stern.
“Don’t try to deny it! You fought with your Daddy, didn’t you?” he asked, biting sharply at the juncture where thigh met buttocks.
“No! No! I would never do that!” said Molly, writhing on her back like an overturned snake.
“You fought with your Daddy in front of everybody, didn’t you?” asked Arthur, biting again, and then again.
“I didn’t mean it!” said Molly. “I’m so sorry, Daddy, for doing that to you. Please forgive me? Please, Daddy!”
“There, there,” said Arthur, licking soothingly at the angry teeth-marks on her white, white skin.
“Daddy can forgive you…if you make it up to him.”
“How, Daddy?” asked Molly. “Please tell me how-I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” asked Arthur.
“Anything at all,” said Molly, and Arthur smiled at her so very sweetly, and kissed the very tip of her prick.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, and went and got his wand, muttering a quick spell so that soon his hand was covered in cool, clear gel-and then he was back at the end of the bed and nudging a finger into Molly’s arsehole, and she rubbed her legs together helplessly and grabbed at the sheets.
“Good boy,” said Arthur. “You’re a very good boy,” he said, and put a second finger into her; and she whimpered.
He rocked his hand into her body-once, twice; over and over-and scissored the digits enveloped in her body, stretching her tiny sphincter out around his fingers; and said, “Ready for the real thing?”
“Always,” said Molly, and Arthur fisted his cock in his lube-slippery hand and positioned himself at her entrance, and thrust his hips forward.
“DADDY!” screamed Molly, and Arthur chuckled and said, “Let’s see how much of your old man you can take, eh?” and stroked Molly’s cock reassuringly until her arsehole stopped clenching so very desperately around his shaft.
“Oh, you’re a snug fit,” groaned Arthur, looking appreciatively at their joined bodies. “I think you were made to wrap around me like this,” he said, kissing her chest, and began moving.
“Daddy…Daddy…!” said Molly, taking her feet off the bed and crossing them behind Arthur’s back, pulling him in close. He moaned.
Then Arthur was pounding and pound-he was pound-poundpounding, he was pounding and pound-he was pounding into her, into her round, tight arse, and she arched up under him and screamed like a banshee when he hit her prostate, which made him laugh.
“Keep-going-Daddy,” she said, and he grabbed her hips and did just that, jabbing at that little sweet place inside of her and pulling at her cock, and she came hard; harder than she could remember coming in a long, long time.
There was come all over her chest.
“Yes, yes,” said Arthur, too far gone now to keep his rhythm or worry about hurting her.
“Percy, my gorgeous Percy, yes,” he said, and came.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Arthur/Male, Arthur/Molly
Genre: One-shot, PWP, slash, sort-of-het
Summary: “When Arthur pressed the vial of Polyjuice Potion into her hands and said ‘Please’ with those sad, watery-blue eyes, she said yes, because she loved her husband, and she wanted to make him happy.” WARNING: slash, het, PWP, disturbing themes.
Warnings: I can’t give away the major one or it would ruin the story, but those who are easily squicked should turn back here. Seriously. Graphic imagery and disturbing themes follow.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
When Arthur pressed the vial of Polyjuice Potion into her hands and said “Please” with those sad, watery-blue eyes, she said yes, because she loved her husband, and she wanted to make him happy.
“Just this once,” he promised as she choked down a violent red potion so dark it looked almost purple, and it hurt when she felt herself stretching, lengthening out; her soft, pasty fat melted down and she was lean and gangly-tall: pale, with soft hands and long, piano-playing fingers-a modest thatch of red hair under her flat abdomen, leading down to her limp, lovely little prick.
Everything was a little blurry around the edges until Arthur handed her a pair of glasses, which made everything abruptly, glaringly clear.
“Oh,” said Arthur, as he looked at her beautiful, naked body.
His eyes were hungry, and Molly could see that the crotch of his trousers were tenting. She felt devoured.
When he touched her, she forced herself not to flinch away.
“Gorgeous,” said Arthur.
Molly thought she probably wasn’t supposed to hear that, and decided that she hadn’t.
The long, smooth planes of her new body seemed familiar, but Molly wouldn’t let herself think about why. She didn’t want to know who Arthur wanted in place of her.
Then Arthur’s fingers were in her hair and Molly was being crushed to him, being kissed-being kissed and licked and kissed, and Arthur’s erection was grinding into her thigh, and Molly moaned softly and said, “Oh, oh, Arthur,” with her soft full lips, and attentively did not listen to her new, low voice.
“Call me Daddy, my darling,” said Arthur, hands dipping into the swell of her backside and squeezing her bum.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, and he laughed and kissed her again.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
She started to crawl up on her hands and knees, but he said, “No, on your back. Daddy wants to watch you while he’s got his cock in you.”
She laid down on her back-legs spread wide and bent at the knee; feet flat on the mattress-and watched him as he unzipped his trousers.
They fell to the ground, at his feet, and he kicked them off with his shoes; and then his shirt and his pants were gone, too, and his prick was long and hard and waiting for her, its sensitive pink tip already wet and leaking with precome.
“Are you scared, darling?” he asked. “Of me? Of the cock I’m going to squeeze into you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed. “I’ve never done this before.”
Her prick was stiffening unexpectedly; getting harder and harder as she watched Arthur stroke himself and walk unhurriedly towards the foot of the bed.
If she were still a woman, she thought, her panties would be soaked by now.
She hated that this was turning her on.
“But don’t you want your Daddy to fuck you, my darling?” he asked her, lightly stroking her inner thigh.
“Oh, very much,” she said.
She reached down and touched her cock, then; she couldn’t help it.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for such a very long time,” she said, “but I didn’t know how to ask you.”
She rubbed her nipple with her free hand and cupped the yielding roundness of her balls, and looked away when Arthur kissed her. She was blushing.
“Silly boy,” said Arthur, taking her rigid length in his hand and stroking it tenderly.
“Silly, silly boy,” he said. “Daddy’s always wanted you. To be inside of you.”
He kissed her, and bit her bottom lip.
“Daddy should have done to his favorite little boy a long time ago,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed, as he licked at her neck and down her chest, taking just the head of her cock inside his mouth.
“Yes, yes, yes, long ago,” she repeated, rubbing both her nipples with her hands as he licked the vein on the underside of her shaft.
He lapped delicately at her bollocks-then let them rest, full and heavy, on his tongue.
“Have you been saving yourself for Daddy?” he asked then, kissing her perineum, and Molly said, “Yes, yes, Daddy, always!” and shuddered as he wriggled his tongue in circles all around her entrance before thrusting it in: invading her; violating her.
“Oh, oh,” she said. “All the boys in boarding school tried to have me, Daddy, but I told them that the only cock I wanted inside me was yours, Daddy-only yours!”
She was panting.
“Good, you’re Daddy’s good little boy, love,” said Arthur, once again lavishing her prick with his attention-her world narrowing down to that amazingly hot-wet-good suction-and then he stopped.
“But you’ve been a bad boy, lately, haven’t you?” he asked coolly.
“No, Daddy!” she said, but he stayed stern.
“Don’t try to deny it! You fought with your Daddy, didn’t you?” he asked, biting sharply at the juncture where thigh met buttocks.
“No! No! I would never do that!” said Molly, writhing on her back like an overturned snake.
“You fought with your Daddy in front of everybody, didn’t you?” asked Arthur, biting again, and then again.
“I didn’t mean it!” said Molly. “I’m so sorry, Daddy, for doing that to you. Please forgive me? Please, Daddy!”
“There, there,” said Arthur, licking soothingly at the angry teeth-marks on her white, white skin.
“Daddy can forgive you…if you make it up to him.”
“How, Daddy?” asked Molly. “Please tell me how-I’ll do anything!”
“Anything?” asked Arthur.
“Anything at all,” said Molly, and Arthur smiled at her so very sweetly, and kissed the very tip of her prick.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, and went and got his wand, muttering a quick spell so that soon his hand was covered in cool, clear gel-and then he was back at the end of the bed and nudging a finger into Molly’s arsehole, and she rubbed her legs together helplessly and grabbed at the sheets.
“Good boy,” said Arthur. “You’re a very good boy,” he said, and put a second finger into her; and she whimpered.
He rocked his hand into her body-once, twice; over and over-and scissored the digits enveloped in her body, stretching her tiny sphincter out around his fingers; and said, “Ready for the real thing?”
“Always,” said Molly, and Arthur fisted his cock in his lube-slippery hand and positioned himself at her entrance, and thrust his hips forward.
“DADDY!” screamed Molly, and Arthur chuckled and said, “Let’s see how much of your old man you can take, eh?” and stroked Molly’s cock reassuringly until her arsehole stopped clenching so very desperately around his shaft.
“Oh, you’re a snug fit,” groaned Arthur, looking appreciatively at their joined bodies. “I think you were made to wrap around me like this,” he said, kissing her chest, and began moving.
“Daddy…Daddy…!” said Molly, taking her feet off the bed and crossing them behind Arthur’s back, pulling him in close. He moaned.
Then Arthur was pounding and pound-he was pound-poundpounding, he was pounding and pound-he was pounding into her, into her round, tight arse, and she arched up under him and screamed like a banshee when he hit her prostate, which made him laugh.
“Keep-going-Daddy,” she said, and he grabbed her hips and did just that, jabbing at that little sweet place inside of her and pulling at her cock, and she came hard; harder than she could remember coming in a long, long time.
There was come all over her chest.
“Yes, yes,” said Arthur, too far gone now to keep his rhythm or worry about hurting her.
“Percy, my gorgeous Percy, yes,” he said, and came.