Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #86; Blood Whore #9
The first weekend of the month has come and gone, but the JMDC goes on! April's prompt is a short list of words: discreet, honor, trust, luxury, scarlet. You may use one, some or all. Write/draw any fandom, pairing, threesome, gen fic, original, etc. Combine it with other prompts, if you wish.
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until April 30, at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Blood Whore 9
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1155
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #86 - discreet, honor, trust, luxury, scarlet
♦ Gift for March's JMDC winner hpfangirl71, who requested more of Blood Whore and submission.
Summary: Draco is introduced to his new flat and forced to christen it immediately.
Draco was feeling anxious. Tonight, Potter would free him from his prison and introduce him to his new home. Draco was relieved to finally leave this place, yet he still had reservations concerning the bargain he'd made with the vampire to win his freedom. He had no idea what time it was, but Draco realized night had fallen when Potter appeared in the living room of the windowless abode where he had imprisoned Draco.
"Are you ready?" Potter asked.
Draco nodded, willing himself not to flinch when Potter reached for him. The vampire's cool fingers closed around Draco's arm. Draco felt his equilibrium go off-kilter, and an instant later he found himself standing in the middle of a tastefully furnished living room. He stumbled slightly when Potter released him.
"This is the flat I purchased for you," said Potter. "It's in the Muggle part of London, so you will need to be discreet about wielding magic."
"You took my wand away, Potter," Draco reminded him.
Potter grinned at him, displaying his lethal fangs. He plucked Draco's wand from his sleeve and handed it to him.
Draco was so stunned by the gesture that he all but snatched his wand from the vampire's hand. He cast a Lumos, breathing a sigh of relief when his wand performed perfectly. Draco stared at Potter for a moment. "You trust me enough to return my wand?"
"I trust you to keep your word," said Potter. "You agreed to become my personal blood...donor, and I expect you to honor that."
Draco's stomach churned. Yes, he had agreed to be Potter's blood source and sexual partner, but he'd been coerced into it. He wondered what would happen should he attempt to escape. Draco raised his chin. "Am I to be a prisoner here, as well?" he asked.
"I told you that you may come and go as you please during the day," Potter replied. "However, I expect you to be here at dusk, awaiting my pleasure."
Draco might not have minded the arrangement, had he not been forced into it. Potter had promised to keep him in luxury, after all. "I wish to look around," Draco said as he moved to the window. His flat provided a view of the Thames, and Draco began looking for familiar landmarks.
"You may explore afterward," Potter said from behind him.
Draco turned around with a puzzled frown on his face. "Afterward?" he repeated.
Potter stepped closer. "After I satisfy my craving for you," he murmured.
An involuntary shiver raised the fine hairs on Draco's nape and arms. His cock flexed in his pants, eager for whatever the vampire had in mind. Draco licked his suddenly dry lips.
"Come," said Potter. "I'll show you the bedroom." He turned away, beckoning for Draco to follow him.
Draco hesitated for only a moment before dutifully following. Potter led the way to a luxurious master suite, and Draco paused in the doorway to admire the decor. The room was dominated by a large bed with a scarlet duvet covering it.
"I can't wait to see you, naked and spread across that bed," said Potter.
Another tremor shuddered through Draco and arrowed straight to his cock. It throbbed with sexual urgency, leaving Draco with no doubt that he would willingly submit to the vampire this night.
"Take your clothes off," Potter instructed. He began unbuttoning his own shirt, clearly expecting Draco to obey.
Draco bristled at Potter's imperious tone, but he didn't wish to test the vampire's temper. He untucked his shirt and worked the buttons free. Draco tossed his shirt over a nearby chair and toed off his shoes. He then undid his trousers and pushed them down, along with his pants. Lastly, Draco removed his socks and stood before Potter, naked and aroused. Potter was also erect and ready, and the sight of his swollen cock made Draco's knees weak. He moved to the bed and sat down without being told.
Potter joined him, leaning against Draco and nuzzling his throat.
Draco sighed and tilted his head back, inviting the vampire to bite him. He gasped when Potter struck. The vampire's fangs sank into Draco's tender flesh with savage hunger. The pain faded rapidly, leaving desire in its wake. Draco moaned and clutched Potter's shoulders for support. He didn't realize the vampire was pressing him back until he felt the softness of the duvet beneath his bare back. Potter crouched over Draco and nudged his legs apart with an impatient knee.
Draco opened his thighs and tilted his hips up. He had the presence of mind to mutter a lubrication charm in the moment before Potter's cock prodded his rim, seeking entrance. Draco groaned as his body was breached. The initial penetration stung, but Draco welcomed it. He knew an explosive climax would soon follow. Potter didn't take it easy on him. He laid claim to Draco with three bold thrusts until he was fully embedded.
Draco drew his legs up slowly and hooked his ankles around Potter's waist. His hands were still clutching the vampire's shoulders, and he began trailing his fingers up and down Potter's back. Draco felt a vibration at his throat as Potter rumbled his approval. Draco was too lost in pleasure to care. Later, he might look back and be dismayed with his wanton behavior, but for now he simply gave himself up to the heady sensations of Potter drinking from him and fucking him.
Draco raised his hips each time Potter drove forward, enabling the vampire to plunge deep on each thrust. Draco's cock was trapped between them, but Potter's movements on him were providing delicious friction. In addition, Potter's cock was rubbing over Draco's prostate with each hot stroke and driving him ever closer to climax.
Potter thrust deep and rolled his hips, and Draco came with a choked cry. He bucked and twisted beneath the vampire, smearing himself with his release. As Draco's body subsided into pleasant aftershocks, he wanted only for this encounter to be over with. Potter, however, was not finished. He continued pounding into Draco, intent only on slaking his lust. Potter withdrew his fangs and threw his head back, shouting aloud as he pulsed inside of Draco. He collapsed on top of Draco, pressing him into the blood-red duvet.
Draco had no choice but to lie there, body damp with sweat and sex and still intimately joined with Potter's. This form of submission would be his lot in life for the foreseeable future, and Draco felt exactly like the whore Potter had labeled him.
~tbc~
Blood Whore 10
Please post your entry in your own journal (unlocked!) or a community of your choice, and leave me a link in the comments below. You have until April 30, at 10:00pm CST to submit an entry. At that time, I'll post links to the entries and draw a name from among the participants to receive a drabble from me.
Below is my entry for this month:
Title: Blood Whore 9
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Explicit sex
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1155
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge #86 - discreet, honor, trust, luxury, scarlet
♦ Gift for March's JMDC winner hpfangirl71, who requested more of Blood Whore and submission.
Summary: Draco is introduced to his new flat and forced to christen it immediately.
Draco was feeling anxious. Tonight, Potter would free him from his prison and introduce him to his new home. Draco was relieved to finally leave this place, yet he still had reservations concerning the bargain he'd made with the vampire to win his freedom. He had no idea what time it was, but Draco realized night had fallen when Potter appeared in the living room of the windowless abode where he had imprisoned Draco.
"Are you ready?" Potter asked.
Draco nodded, willing himself not to flinch when Potter reached for him. The vampire's cool fingers closed around Draco's arm. Draco felt his equilibrium go off-kilter, and an instant later he found himself standing in the middle of a tastefully furnished living room. He stumbled slightly when Potter released him.
"This is the flat I purchased for you," said Potter. "It's in the Muggle part of London, so you will need to be discreet about wielding magic."
"You took my wand away, Potter," Draco reminded him.
Potter grinned at him, displaying his lethal fangs. He plucked Draco's wand from his sleeve and handed it to him.
Draco was so stunned by the gesture that he all but snatched his wand from the vampire's hand. He cast a Lumos, breathing a sigh of relief when his wand performed perfectly. Draco stared at Potter for a moment. "You trust me enough to return my wand?"
"I trust you to keep your word," said Potter. "You agreed to become my personal blood...donor, and I expect you to honor that."
Draco's stomach churned. Yes, he had agreed to be Potter's blood source and sexual partner, but he'd been coerced into it. He wondered what would happen should he attempt to escape. Draco raised his chin. "Am I to be a prisoner here, as well?" he asked.
"I told you that you may come and go as you please during the day," Potter replied. "However, I expect you to be here at dusk, awaiting my pleasure."
Draco might not have minded the arrangement, had he not been forced into it. Potter had promised to keep him in luxury, after all. "I wish to look around," Draco said as he moved to the window. His flat provided a view of the Thames, and Draco began looking for familiar landmarks.
"You may explore afterward," Potter said from behind him.
Draco turned around with a puzzled frown on his face. "Afterward?" he repeated.
Potter stepped closer. "After I satisfy my craving for you," he murmured.
An involuntary shiver raised the fine hairs on Draco's nape and arms. His cock flexed in his pants, eager for whatever the vampire had in mind. Draco licked his suddenly dry lips.
"Come," said Potter. "I'll show you the bedroom." He turned away, beckoning for Draco to follow him.
Draco hesitated for only a moment before dutifully following. Potter led the way to a luxurious master suite, and Draco paused in the doorway to admire the decor. The room was dominated by a large bed with a scarlet duvet covering it.
"I can't wait to see you, naked and spread across that bed," said Potter.
Another tremor shuddered through Draco and arrowed straight to his cock. It throbbed with sexual urgency, leaving Draco with no doubt that he would willingly submit to the vampire this night.
"Take your clothes off," Potter instructed. He began unbuttoning his own shirt, clearly expecting Draco to obey.
Draco bristled at Potter's imperious tone, but he didn't wish to test the vampire's temper. He untucked his shirt and worked the buttons free. Draco tossed his shirt over a nearby chair and toed off his shoes. He then undid his trousers and pushed them down, along with his pants. Lastly, Draco removed his socks and stood before Potter, naked and aroused. Potter was also erect and ready, and the sight of his swollen cock made Draco's knees weak. He moved to the bed and sat down without being told.
Potter joined him, leaning against Draco and nuzzling his throat.
Draco sighed and tilted his head back, inviting the vampire to bite him. He gasped when Potter struck. The vampire's fangs sank into Draco's tender flesh with savage hunger. The pain faded rapidly, leaving desire in its wake. Draco moaned and clutched Potter's shoulders for support. He didn't realize the vampire was pressing him back until he felt the softness of the duvet beneath his bare back. Potter crouched over Draco and nudged his legs apart with an impatient knee.
Draco opened his thighs and tilted his hips up. He had the presence of mind to mutter a lubrication charm in the moment before Potter's cock prodded his rim, seeking entrance. Draco groaned as his body was breached. The initial penetration stung, but Draco welcomed it. He knew an explosive climax would soon follow. Potter didn't take it easy on him. He laid claim to Draco with three bold thrusts until he was fully embedded.
Draco drew his legs up slowly and hooked his ankles around Potter's waist. His hands were still clutching the vampire's shoulders, and he began trailing his fingers up and down Potter's back. Draco felt a vibration at his throat as Potter rumbled his approval. Draco was too lost in pleasure to care. Later, he might look back and be dismayed with his wanton behavior, but for now he simply gave himself up to the heady sensations of Potter drinking from him and fucking him.
Draco raised his hips each time Potter drove forward, enabling the vampire to plunge deep on each thrust. Draco's cock was trapped between them, but Potter's movements on him were providing delicious friction. In addition, Potter's cock was rubbing over Draco's prostate with each hot stroke and driving him ever closer to climax.
Potter thrust deep and rolled his hips, and Draco came with a choked cry. He bucked and twisted beneath the vampire, smearing himself with his release. As Draco's body subsided into pleasant aftershocks, he wanted only for this encounter to be over with. Potter, however, was not finished. He continued pounding into Draco, intent only on slaking his lust. Potter withdrew his fangs and threw his head back, shouting aloud as he pulsed inside of Draco. He collapsed on top of Draco, pressing him into the blood-red duvet.
Draco had no choice but to lie there, body damp with sweat and sex and still intimately joined with Potter's. This form of submission would be his lot in life for the foreseeable future, and Draco felt exactly like the whore Potter had labeled him.
~tbc~
Blood Whore 10