Wrath of Vampires 3
Title: Wrath of Vampires 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1055
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): DUB-CON, explicit sex, creature!fic (Characters are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a gift for ivvymoon for winning January 2010's JMDC. The prompt was for more of Consort arc.
Summary: Harry is angered by the contents of the letter.
When Draco went limp, Harry carefully lowered him to the spunk-smeared surface of the desk. He continued to thrust into his consort's delightfully hot, wet hole, seeing nothing wrong with finishing what he'd begun. Once upon a time, it would have bothered Harry to fuck an unconscious partner. However, considering that Draco had been overwhelmed with the pleasure Harry had pounded into him, Harry had no qualms about the situation. He pulled out and drove in, relishing the tightness of Draco's passage even though his consort's muscles remained slack.
Harry was convinced he would never tire of spending himself inside Draco's body. He had been attracted to Draco even as a boy and to have his one-time rival now spread and submissive beneath him, night after night, was nearly as intoxicating as Draco's sweet, rich blood was. Harry's hands tightened on his consort's hips, and he jerked Draco's arse up to meet his thrusts. It wasn't quite as satisfying as having Draco squirming and writhing under him, but it was enough.
Harry climaxed with a grunt of pleasure, sending a couple more spurts of semen into Draco's already soaked hole. He pulled his cock out of Draco with a filthy wet pop, leaving Draco sprawled over the desk in a debased display. Harry recalled his threat to summon Hulda with a camera, and his lips quirked at what Draco's reaction would be to seeing a photo of himself in his present, well-used state.
Harry smoothed a hand over Draco's arse, enjoying the silken texture of his skin. He had an urge to bite and mark each inch of that expanse of ivory perfection. Harry shook himself and waved a negligent hand at his consort. He floated Draco over to the sofa in the study and lowered him there to recover. The besmirched desk would require a little more effort. Harry drew his wand and flicked a cleaning charm over the desk's surface to remove all traces of sex.
Draco mumbled and stirred. Harry's cock flexed at the vision Draco made, stretched out nude on the sofa with Harry's marks of possession decorating his pale skin. He looked away, lest he be tempted to plunder Draco's unconscious body once again.
Harry picked up the letter Hulda had delivered. He didn't recognize the writing on the front, but he did recognize the scent that clung to the envelope.
Vampire.
Harry's lips drew back in a sneer, displaying his fangs. The envelope remained undaunted. Harry tore it open with leashed force and extracted the note inside. He smoothed the folded parchment and read:
Potter, it has come to our attention that you have gained yourself a Consort, yet lost your first attempt to Turn a Mortal.
We are sending an emissary to meet with you and your Consort. He will be able to provide guidance in any future endeavors on your part to bring a Mortal across. Mehmet and his Companion will arrive at your place of dwelling tomorrow at Darkfall. He looks forward to your hospitality.
The message was signed by Veronique, whom Harry knew to be an old Vampire of high rank. He glared at the letter in his hand, and it burst into flame. Harry turned his hand over and scattered the ashes across his desk. Draco's semen had decorated it better.
Harry turned his back to the desk and stared at the waning moon through the window. He knew what this was. It was a ploy on the part of the Vampire Enclave to bring him to heel. They were still bitter over the fact that Harry had killed his Sire and rebuffed their efforts to strong-arm him into a meeting then. Now they were trying to couch their efforts under the guise of helpful guidance. Harry snorted. It was apparent they had no idea he had deliberately killed Amelia Balmoral.
Harry had felt no remorse over taking the woman's life. She represented a threat to his claim on his consort, and Harry had dealt with that threat accordingly. Lucius Malfoy would no longer be able to even attempt to enforce the marriage contract between Draco and Amelia. Any further threats to Draco would be dealt with similarly.
Harry wasn't pleased at the thought of harboring another vampire in his home. He knew little of Vampire politics, although he felt certain that Consorts and Companions were considered off-limits to other vampires. He would need to delve into the research he had gathered since his turning to be sure.
Aside from that, inviting another vampire here may prove dangerous. Harry had learned that some Vampire lore was true, including the fact that a vampire could not enter a dwelling uninvited. Once the invitation was given, however, he wasn't sure if it could be revoked. After all, Harry himself had taken advantage of having been invited into Malfoy Manor as a teen to be able to enter there unannounced when Draco was meeting with his parents and the Balmorals.
Would this vampire, Mehmet by name, be able to invite others into Harry's home once he had been granted entrance? It was a sobering possibility, and one worth investigating. Harry did have the advantage of being, not simply a vampire, but also a wizard. Perhaps he could ward the house against any further intrusion.
Not once did it occur to Harry to refuse Mehmet entry, nor to take Draco and leave. The traits that had gotten him placed in Gryffindor rose up in him and demanded he face this new threat head on. However, if at any time he perceived Draco was in danger, Harry would not hesitate to eliminate the risk in order to safeguard his consort. Should Mehmet pose a threat to Draco, he would suffer the brunt of Harry's wrath.
Draco stirred on the sofa and sighed. Harry walked over and brushed a hand over his consort's brow. "Sleep," he commanded, and Draco was still once more.
Harry left the study. He felt the urge to kill something.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1055
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): DUB-CON, explicit sex, creature!fic (Characters are of age)
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Additional disclaimer: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Observe the rating and warnings.
Author's note: Written as a gift for ivvymoon for winning January 2010's JMDC. The prompt was for more of Consort arc.
Summary: Harry is angered by the contents of the letter.
When Draco went limp, Harry carefully lowered him to the spunk-smeared surface of the desk. He continued to thrust into his consort's delightfully hot, wet hole, seeing nothing wrong with finishing what he'd begun. Once upon a time, it would have bothered Harry to fuck an unconscious partner. However, considering that Draco had been overwhelmed with the pleasure Harry had pounded into him, Harry had no qualms about the situation. He pulled out and drove in, relishing the tightness of Draco's passage even though his consort's muscles remained slack.
Harry was convinced he would never tire of spending himself inside Draco's body. He had been attracted to Draco even as a boy and to have his one-time rival now spread and submissive beneath him, night after night, was nearly as intoxicating as Draco's sweet, rich blood was. Harry's hands tightened on his consort's hips, and he jerked Draco's arse up to meet his thrusts. It wasn't quite as satisfying as having Draco squirming and writhing under him, but it was enough.
Harry climaxed with a grunt of pleasure, sending a couple more spurts of semen into Draco's already soaked hole. He pulled his cock out of Draco with a filthy wet pop, leaving Draco sprawled over the desk in a debased display. Harry recalled his threat to summon Hulda with a camera, and his lips quirked at what Draco's reaction would be to seeing a photo of himself in his present, well-used state.
Harry smoothed a hand over Draco's arse, enjoying the silken texture of his skin. He had an urge to bite and mark each inch of that expanse of ivory perfection. Harry shook himself and waved a negligent hand at his consort. He floated Draco over to the sofa in the study and lowered him there to recover. The besmirched desk would require a little more effort. Harry drew his wand and flicked a cleaning charm over the desk's surface to remove all traces of sex.
Draco mumbled and stirred. Harry's cock flexed at the vision Draco made, stretched out nude on the sofa with Harry's marks of possession decorating his pale skin. He looked away, lest he be tempted to plunder Draco's unconscious body once again.
Harry picked up the letter Hulda had delivered. He didn't recognize the writing on the front, but he did recognize the scent that clung to the envelope.
Vampire.
Harry's lips drew back in a sneer, displaying his fangs. The envelope remained undaunted. Harry tore it open with leashed force and extracted the note inside. He smoothed the folded parchment and read:
Potter, it has come to our attention that you have gained yourself a Consort, yet lost your first attempt to Turn a Mortal.
We are sending an emissary to meet with you and your Consort. He will be able to provide guidance in any future endeavors on your part to bring a Mortal across. Mehmet and his Companion will arrive at your place of dwelling tomorrow at Darkfall. He looks forward to your hospitality.
The message was signed by Veronique, whom Harry knew to be an old Vampire of high rank. He glared at the letter in his hand, and it burst into flame. Harry turned his hand over and scattered the ashes across his desk. Draco's semen had decorated it better.
Harry turned his back to the desk and stared at the waning moon through the window. He knew what this was. It was a ploy on the part of the Vampire Enclave to bring him to heel. They were still bitter over the fact that Harry had killed his Sire and rebuffed their efforts to strong-arm him into a meeting then. Now they were trying to couch their efforts under the guise of helpful guidance. Harry snorted. It was apparent they had no idea he had deliberately killed Amelia Balmoral.
Harry had felt no remorse over taking the woman's life. She represented a threat to his claim on his consort, and Harry had dealt with that threat accordingly. Lucius Malfoy would no longer be able to even attempt to enforce the marriage contract between Draco and Amelia. Any further threats to Draco would be dealt with similarly.
Harry wasn't pleased at the thought of harboring another vampire in his home. He knew little of Vampire politics, although he felt certain that Consorts and Companions were considered off-limits to other vampires. He would need to delve into the research he had gathered since his turning to be sure.
Aside from that, inviting another vampire here may prove dangerous. Harry had learned that some Vampire lore was true, including the fact that a vampire could not enter a dwelling uninvited. Once the invitation was given, however, he wasn't sure if it could be revoked. After all, Harry himself had taken advantage of having been invited into Malfoy Manor as a teen to be able to enter there unannounced when Draco was meeting with his parents and the Balmorals.
Would this vampire, Mehmet by name, be able to invite others into Harry's home once he had been granted entrance? It was a sobering possibility, and one worth investigating. Harry did have the advantage of being, not simply a vampire, but also a wizard. Perhaps he could ward the house against any further intrusion.
Not once did it occur to Harry to refuse Mehmet entry, nor to take Draco and leave. The traits that had gotten him placed in Gryffindor rose up in him and demanded he face this new threat head on. However, if at any time he perceived Draco was in danger, Harry would not hesitate to eliminate the risk in order to safeguard his consort. Should Mehmet pose a threat to Draco, he would suffer the brunt of Harry's wrath.
Draco stirred on the sofa and sighed. Harry walked over and brushed a hand over his consort's brow. "Sleep," he commanded, and Draco was still once more.
Harry left the study. He felt the urge to kill something.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 4