Wrath of Vampires 14
Title: Wrath of Vampires 14
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1200
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
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.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for oogies4u, who requested an update to Wrath of Vampires.
Summary: Draco does some plotting of his own.
Draco normally slept in late. He'd become accustomed to being up all night with Harry, fulfilling his duties as a Consort to the vampire, and then sleeping half the day away. This morning, however, Draco had gotten up after only sleeping fitfully after Harry had left him.
Draco was worried. Harry had told him that he planned to seek out Veronique. He hadn't said so, but Draco knew that only one of the vampires would survive the encounter. While he had faith in Harry's fortitude and abilities, Draco knew enough of vampires to realize that Veronique would not be so easily vanquished. She was an old vampire, and she was undoubtedly quite powerful. Draco had no intention of allowing Harry to travel to France by himself. The trick would be getting Harry to agree to Draco's company and assistance.
The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when the fine hair at Draco's nape rose, alerting him to Harry's presence. Draco had chosen to await his lover in his own bedroom. It was a frilly, feminine monstrosity, but it was his, and he felt more comfortable asserting himself here.
"You wish to be debauched here?"
Harry's question was tinged with a hint of humor, and Draco found himself relaxing. "One bed is as good as another," he said.
"Perhaps I'll fuck you on the floor," said Harry, leaning back against the closed door and allowing his eyes to travel the length of Draco's body. "Shall I take you from behind and leave your knees and nipples red and raw from carpet burn?"
Draco's body shuddered with need, and he licked his lips. "If that is what you desire," he murmured.
"It is," Harry nodded. "Remove your clothing and assume the position on the floor," he instructed. "I want to see your perfect arse in the air, awaiting my pleasure."
Draco's breathing quickened, and he quickly complied with the vampire's order. He undressed and sank to his knees on the floor before dropping to his fours and lowering himself to his forearms. He knew his sexually submissive posture would please his lover, and Draco's cock twitched in anticipation.
A pillow levitated off the bed and landed beside Draco.
"Arrange yourself so that your chest is on the floor," said Harry.
Draco did so, stretching his body out so that he was nearly supine but for his bent legs and upraised arse. He heard Harry's zip lowering from behind him, and Draco anxiously rubbed his cheek against the cool pillow. His nipples were erect, and the friction of the carpet was already abrading them with a pleasant burn.
There followed the sound of Harry slicking his cock, and a tiny whimper escaped Draco's throat. He didn't think the vampire had heard him, but Harry suddenly chuckled.
"Are you so eager to entertain my cock, Draco?"
"Yes," Draco whispered in reply. His own cock was leaking pre-come, and he shifted restlessly on the floor. Draco's skin prickled at Harry's approach, and when he felt his lover kneel between his legs, Draco moaned and jutted his arse higher. Cool hands palmed his arse cheeks and spread them, exposing his fluttering rim.
Harry brought the damp head of his cock to Draco's entrance and pressed forward. As he penetrated Draco, he dropped forward, covering Draco's body with his own. He pushed in deep and deeper still, forcing Draco's rim to stretch to accommodate his thick cock. Draco whined in discomfort, and he shifted as he tried to open his legs wider.
"Be still," Harry ordered gruffly. He continued moving until he was balls deep inside of Draco. "Even after all the times I've fucked you, you're still so tight," murmured Harry. He was crouched over Draco, bodies pressed together and intimately joined. Harry had removed his shirt, and his rigid nipples poked Draco's back even as Draco's nipples were being squashed into the nap of the carpet. Harry's trousers felt rough on the backs of Draco's thighs and against his arse.
"Harry," Draco breathed. He angled his head on the pillow, offering his throat in silent entreaty.
Harry chose to ignore his Consort's offering for the moment, opting instead to satisfy his sexual needs in the tight clasp of Draco's body. He pulled out, teasing Draco's rim with the bulbous head of his cock before plunging in hard and deep again.
Draco groaned and writhed beneath his lover, involuntarily clenching around Harry's length as it thrust in and out of him. He loved to be stretched and plundered by Harry's cock, but Draco also craved the vampire's bite. "Please, Harry," he begged.
Harry leaned forward until he was within striking distance. He seized Draco's throat in an unrelenting grip, sinking his fangs in deep. Draco's shrill cry filled the bed chamber, and he quivered beneath Harry and spasmed around him as his orgasm overcame him. Harry lapped at the blood that ran from the wounds in Draco's throat, enjoying the heady flavor of his Consort. When his blood lust was sated, Harry straightened his forearms and began pounding into Draco's pliant body as he slaked his sexual lust.
Draco panted beneath the onslaught, still quivering with residual pleasure. His hardened nipples were being roughly abraded by the carpet, as Harry had intended, and the added stimulation coaxed another dribble of semen from Draco's cock. Harry thrust into Draco several more times, heedless of Draco's discomfort, until he climaxed deep within Draco's trembling body. His full weight pressed Draco into the carpet even more, but Draco welcomed it. Oddly enough, he felt safe and cherished in the aftermath of sex with Harry, when their bodies were still joined and Harry's weight rested on him.
Eventually, Harry uncoupled them, pulling out of Draco slowly and teasing a few more spasms out of Draco's tender rim. Harry rolled away to stretch out on the floor on his back beside Draco. "Let me see your nipples," he husked.
Draco eased out of his crouch with a groan, shifting to lie on his side next to his lover. His nipples and chest were reddened from rubbing against the carpet, and his nipples were especially sensitive. Draco flinched when Harry reached out to pinch one of his abused nipples, but his spent cock twitched in response to the sensation.
"You enjoyed that," said Harry.
"Yes," Draco admitted. Sex with Harry was always brilliant, and the edge of pain involved seemed to make it more so.
"You have something on your mind," Harry stated. He remained at ease, lying on the carpet and playing with Draco's nipples.
Draco gathered his courage and said, "I want you to take me with you when you go to France."
Harry frowned. "Impossible," he said. "It's too dangerous for a mortal."
Draco sat up with a determined expression on his face. "Then Turn me," he said.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 15
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Word count: 1200
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex, creature!fic
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.
Written for: Belated birthday gift for oogies4u, who requested an update to Wrath of Vampires.
Summary: Draco does some plotting of his own.
Draco normally slept in late. He'd become accustomed to being up all night with Harry, fulfilling his duties as a Consort to the vampire, and then sleeping half the day away. This morning, however, Draco had gotten up after only sleeping fitfully after Harry had left him.
Draco was worried. Harry had told him that he planned to seek out Veronique. He hadn't said so, but Draco knew that only one of the vampires would survive the encounter. While he had faith in Harry's fortitude and abilities, Draco knew enough of vampires to realize that Veronique would not be so easily vanquished. She was an old vampire, and she was undoubtedly quite powerful. Draco had no intention of allowing Harry to travel to France by himself. The trick would be getting Harry to agree to Draco's company and assistance.
The sun had barely dipped below the horizon when the fine hair at Draco's nape rose, alerting him to Harry's presence. Draco had chosen to await his lover in his own bedroom. It was a frilly, feminine monstrosity, but it was his, and he felt more comfortable asserting himself here.
"You wish to be debauched here?"
Harry's question was tinged with a hint of humor, and Draco found himself relaxing. "One bed is as good as another," he said.
"Perhaps I'll fuck you on the floor," said Harry, leaning back against the closed door and allowing his eyes to travel the length of Draco's body. "Shall I take you from behind and leave your knees and nipples red and raw from carpet burn?"
Draco's body shuddered with need, and he licked his lips. "If that is what you desire," he murmured.
"It is," Harry nodded. "Remove your clothing and assume the position on the floor," he instructed. "I want to see your perfect arse in the air, awaiting my pleasure."
Draco's breathing quickened, and he quickly complied with the vampire's order. He undressed and sank to his knees on the floor before dropping to his fours and lowering himself to his forearms. He knew his sexually submissive posture would please his lover, and Draco's cock twitched in anticipation.
A pillow levitated off the bed and landed beside Draco.
"Arrange yourself so that your chest is on the floor," said Harry.
Draco did so, stretching his body out so that he was nearly supine but for his bent legs and upraised arse. He heard Harry's zip lowering from behind him, and Draco anxiously rubbed his cheek against the cool pillow. His nipples were erect, and the friction of the carpet was already abrading them with a pleasant burn.
There followed the sound of Harry slicking his cock, and a tiny whimper escaped Draco's throat. He didn't think the vampire had heard him, but Harry suddenly chuckled.
"Are you so eager to entertain my cock, Draco?"
"Yes," Draco whispered in reply. His own cock was leaking pre-come, and he shifted restlessly on the floor. Draco's skin prickled at Harry's approach, and when he felt his lover kneel between his legs, Draco moaned and jutted his arse higher. Cool hands palmed his arse cheeks and spread them, exposing his fluttering rim.
Harry brought the damp head of his cock to Draco's entrance and pressed forward. As he penetrated Draco, he dropped forward, covering Draco's body with his own. He pushed in deep and deeper still, forcing Draco's rim to stretch to accommodate his thick cock. Draco whined in discomfort, and he shifted as he tried to open his legs wider.
"Be still," Harry ordered gruffly. He continued moving until he was balls deep inside of Draco. "Even after all the times I've fucked you, you're still so tight," murmured Harry. He was crouched over Draco, bodies pressed together and intimately joined. Harry had removed his shirt, and his rigid nipples poked Draco's back even as Draco's nipples were being squashed into the nap of the carpet. Harry's trousers felt rough on the backs of Draco's thighs and against his arse.
"Harry," Draco breathed. He angled his head on the pillow, offering his throat in silent entreaty.
Harry chose to ignore his Consort's offering for the moment, opting instead to satisfy his sexual needs in the tight clasp of Draco's body. He pulled out, teasing Draco's rim with the bulbous head of his cock before plunging in hard and deep again.
Draco groaned and writhed beneath his lover, involuntarily clenching around Harry's length as it thrust in and out of him. He loved to be stretched and plundered by Harry's cock, but Draco also craved the vampire's bite. "Please, Harry," he begged.
Harry leaned forward until he was within striking distance. He seized Draco's throat in an unrelenting grip, sinking his fangs in deep. Draco's shrill cry filled the bed chamber, and he quivered beneath Harry and spasmed around him as his orgasm overcame him. Harry lapped at the blood that ran from the wounds in Draco's throat, enjoying the heady flavor of his Consort. When his blood lust was sated, Harry straightened his forearms and began pounding into Draco's pliant body as he slaked his sexual lust.
Draco panted beneath the onslaught, still quivering with residual pleasure. His hardened nipples were being roughly abraded by the carpet, as Harry had intended, and the added stimulation coaxed another dribble of semen from Draco's cock. Harry thrust into Draco several more times, heedless of Draco's discomfort, until he climaxed deep within Draco's trembling body. His full weight pressed Draco into the carpet even more, but Draco welcomed it. Oddly enough, he felt safe and cherished in the aftermath of sex with Harry, when their bodies were still joined and Harry's weight rested on him.
Eventually, Harry uncoupled them, pulling out of Draco slowly and teasing a few more spasms out of Draco's tender rim. Harry rolled away to stretch out on the floor on his back beside Draco. "Let me see your nipples," he husked.
Draco eased out of his crouch with a groan, shifting to lie on his side next to his lover. His nipples and chest were reddened from rubbing against the carpet, and his nipples were especially sensitive. Draco flinched when Harry reached out to pinch one of his abused nipples, but his spent cock twitched in response to the sensation.
"You enjoyed that," said Harry.
"Yes," Draco admitted. Sex with Harry was always brilliant, and the edge of pain involved seemed to make it more so.
"You have something on your mind," Harry stated. He remained at ease, lying on the carpet and playing with Draco's nipples.
Draco gathered his courage and said, "I want you to take me with you when you go to France."
Harry frowned. "Impossible," he said. "It's too dangerous for a mortal."
Draco sat up with a determined expression on his face. "Then Turn me," he said.
~tbc~
Wrath of Vampires 15