Fic: Dresdens and Dragons 1/8
Dresdens and Dragons
A Dresden Files Fanfic
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files is a great book series written by Jim Butcher and dubiously adapted into a television show.
Characters: Harry, Dragon, Ensemble (eventually), Red Court Vampires (deceased).
Pairings: Harry/Dragon, Harry/Marcone (eventually).
Warnings/Kinks: Non-Con, Bestiality, Inflation, M-Preg, Stockholm Syndrome.
A/N- Originally written for a prompt on dresden_kink, this is a cleaned up (less typos) version I'm working through in order to, hopefully, remember my plot lines and actually finish it. Blame nemi_chan and her guilt laden bribes.
Harry forced himself to swallow back acidic puke, shaking at the smell of blood and bowels coating the chamber. If he just stood still, Harry thought with the hope of a drowning man, maybe it wouldn't see him. Puny human is puny, and very, very squishy. Big badass dragon is not.
Said dragon was crouched against the far wall chewing with the crunch of what was most definitely not jaw breakers echoing around the vast cavern. In all his life, Harry never figured he would be the (not so) virgin sacrifice. Of course, he wasn't alone in his predicament, but the Red Court hit squad that had followed/driven him into the forsaken area of the Nevernever he was now trapped within hadn't lasted long. After watching one of their number turn into a singing torch, the rest had executed a running retreat while caving in the exit.
They hadn't even waited for their friends: Harry heard the screams and the sound of skin tearing as the massive lizard treated the Reds like the proverbial mice to his cat. At one point the sounds had gotten so bad, if Harry didn't harbor a deep hatred of the blood sucking bastards, the wizard, magically exhausted or no, would have been compelled to do something heroic and stupid.
Instead, Harry huddled behind a pile of relatively gore free remains and breathed through his mouth. He still had his shield bracelet, what little good it would do him, and maybe he could wait out the beast like Odysseus... where was the random herd of sheep when you needed it?
The dragon moved, black scales twinkling in fire light like star a filled sky, its claws scraping against the stone floor. A booming rumble built in the armored chest, and laughter resounded, shaking the walls. "You think I do not hear you, little mortal? Your heart beats like a rabbit." The words fell from the dragon's ill-adapted mouth, half-formed and distorted but intimidating all the same. "Fee. Fie. Foe. Fum." A tongue longer than Harry was tall flicked out, snake-like. "I taste the blood of a... wizard-man?" The huge, scaled, horned head tilted, voice rising at the end of the statement as if intrigued.
Harry exhaled, slowly, and gripped the wrist bearing his bracelet, ready to throw in everything he had for one last second of life. Who knew, maybe Micheal would show up and save him? The Knight had a reputation, after all, not that Harry enjoyed being the damsel.
"You've nothing left, little wizard." The dragon rumbled, moving sinuously across the floor, its passage either crushing debris under paws the size of small cars or scattering broken bits out of the way. The head bobbed, amber eyes like pools of red-hot slag, and with a gesture Harry found himself cornered, his shelter of corpses reduced to a few scraps of burnt ivory. His skin tingled from the sudden heat, as if waiting for the next blast. "Why fight?"
"It's a little something called survival instinct." The wizard grunted, weaving what little energy he had into the bracelet. The silver medallions flickered with were-light once, then guttered out like a blown candle. Harry sagged against the wall, eyes suddenly heavy despite the situation.
The dragon chuckled, its voice a bass that passed into the wizard's body and sent his organs quivering. "If you had that, wizard, you wouldn't be here."
Harry winced at the scrape of claw against tooth. "Well, it's not like there was a sign: Here there be dragons."
"Dragon. Singular. And there were plenty of signs. I stacked the bodies myself."
"Oh." Harry vaguely remembered running past several moss covered statues, but at the time he had just taken them for another quirk of the Nevernever. They had looked a little like a post-modern artist had gone through a BDSM stage. "Sorry. I'm not fluent in dragon."
"Not many are." The dragon replied reasonably, inching forward. "It is a pity. There are so few of us left..." It grinned then, a dragon grin filled with sharp teeth and bits of flesh trapped between fangs.
"Well, if you would just point me to the door, I'll be out of your hair..." Harry was proud to say his voice didn't squeak. At all.
"I don't think so, little wizard, I'm still hungry." The massive head breathed hot air over the human. Sweat broke out along Harry's body as he swallowed repeatedly, racking his brain for an appropriate death curse. Did he use it on the dragon? Should he target someone he couldn't see, the Red Court heads, maybe? Could he use his last moments to help someone?
Strange to think how he had never given serious thought to what he would do when he died, considering how often he seemed to get in these situations.
The dragon laughed again, and quicker than Harry could blink he was pinned to the wall by claws that only just missed his skin. "Not that kind of hunger, wizard." Glowing orbs roved over Harry's body, the long, muscular tongue slipping out and nudging open his coat. "It has been long since I last assumed a human form, they are so restrictive... but I think I remember the basics."
Harry stared, only distantly aware of the claw tip centimeters from his neck. Much more pressing was the wet, warm, worm-like appendage searching the edge of his shirt and sneaking beneath the fabric... "No! No! Nononono! " Harry yelled, starting to struggle and draw blood, as his brain rebooted. "Just, just eat me! Please!"
The tongue retreated, curling back up into the bloody mouth, before flicking out and striking Harry's temple. Reeling, Harry fell forward into the surprisingly gentle paw of the dragon. It hummed happily as it carried the human through the cave, changing as it went. Dazed, Harry only saw a blur of color and shifting masses as drops of excess liquid dribbled off the body altering around him. Large, over muscled arms set him down, but before he could scramble away Harry was once again pinned as his leather coat was stripped off. "Fight if you want." Hot, disturbingly human words brushed against the back of his neck. "It makes no difference to me, little wizard."
The dragon had not been exaggerating. Harry had seen dragons in human form before -okay, once- and it had not looked like the too-big thing to be human crouched over him. Basics was right. While the body form was mostly humanoid, it was at least twice as large as Harry himself, built like a body builder, and covered in small scales. A thick tail trailed along the floor behind it, and the angles on it's face were all wrong. Hands ending in sharp, almost delicate claws shredded Harry's shirt before starting on his pants.
Harry objected. He liked his pants, dammit! "Get the fuck off!" Maybe it was the drain on his energy, or the pain throbbing away in his skull, or the fact they never covered dragon rape in wizard school, but either way Harry decided to throw a punch at his assailant. The guy was so huge, he couldn't possibly miss.
Pain sliced up his arm, and Harry gurgled over it, cradling his stunned hand to his chest as tears leaked from his eyes. It had been like hitting concrete. He was so absorbed in the pain, Harry barely registered the rest of his clothing being roughly ripped off, or the scaled hands sliding over his battered body.
The tongue was back, lapping at bloody cuts as the chest rumbled in pleasure and those slick hands stroked his inner thigh. Sharpened teeth nipped at Harry's neck, slowly working their way down his chest, each bite a tingling buzz of unwanted pleasure. Harry squirmed as he was pulled closer to the dragon's chest, it was like being pressed against a furnace, and his hand brushed against something thick and heavy enough that for a delirious moment he thought it might be his missing blasting rod.
It wasn't.
A scaled paw traveled lower, stroking fires Harry would have thought impossible, and his body trembled. Despite his fatigue, Harry found himself growing hard as the dragon worked his body over. It rubbed against him, the creatures dick bumping against Harry's balls, and the bite marks burned. A clawed thumb brushed the head of his penis, and the sharp pain drew a gasp of want. Like a big cat, the dragon purred, the vibrations of sound eliciting helpless mews from the weakened man.
"I am going to give you a gift, little wizard." The dragon's breath was hot and moist against his ear as they once again shifted positions, one great arm wrapping around Harry's waist to hold him up. "If you can survive it."
There was no preparation. The dragon was brutal as a viscous lubrication leaked from it's member, and forced it's way into Harry's ass. Harry screamed. It was too much, too big, and he thrashed in a vain attempt to get away as the pain cut through the haze of the venom. The dragon drew out partially, before plunging back in and moving into a steady rhythm. Blood soon joined the liquids that eased the passage of the shaft, and in a panic Harry bit down on the arm holding him.
The dragon groaned in pleasure, pausing for a moment as it buried itself entirely in the wizard's body, holding still as it shivered.
The draconic tail slithered into Harry's view, and he gagged as it forced its way into his mouth and down his throat. Satisfied, the dragon resumed it's movements, slowly pulling out only to rush back in, but now it's tail mimicked the motions with his mouth. Claws raked against his skin, tracing runes into the flesh, and Harry felt his own dick swelling through the pain and exhaustion. When the tongue slid past his neck to wrap around his aching member Harry tried to scream.
As his muscles clenched, and as his abused anus squeezed down on the invader the dragon came. Hot cum spewed into the captive man. It poured in, the dragon now only barely twitching its hips, a seemingly endless flow as the man blacked out.
The dragon smiled, content, and withdrew from its prize. It patted the slightly distended belly of the mortal, and cooed as sensitive eyes discerned the magic at work. Blood and cum dripped sluggishly from the human's entrance, but he would survive.
Part Two
A Dresden Files Fanfic
Disclaimer: The Dresden Files is a great book series written by Jim Butcher and dubiously adapted into a television show.
Characters: Harry, Dragon, Ensemble (eventually), Red Court Vampires (deceased).
Pairings: Harry/Dragon, Harry/Marcone (eventually).
Warnings/Kinks: Non-Con, Bestiality, Inflation, M-Preg, Stockholm Syndrome.
A/N- Originally written for a prompt on dresden_kink, this is a cleaned up (less typos) version I'm working through in order to, hopefully, remember my plot lines and actually finish it. Blame nemi_chan and her guilt laden bribes.
Harry forced himself to swallow back acidic puke, shaking at the smell of blood and bowels coating the chamber. If he just stood still, Harry thought with the hope of a drowning man, maybe it wouldn't see him. Puny human is puny, and very, very squishy. Big badass dragon is not.
Said dragon was crouched against the far wall chewing with the crunch of what was most definitely not jaw breakers echoing around the vast cavern. In all his life, Harry never figured he would be the (not so) virgin sacrifice. Of course, he wasn't alone in his predicament, but the Red Court hit squad that had followed/driven him into the forsaken area of the Nevernever he was now trapped within hadn't lasted long. After watching one of their number turn into a singing torch, the rest had executed a running retreat while caving in the exit.
They hadn't even waited for their friends: Harry heard the screams and the sound of skin tearing as the massive lizard treated the Reds like the proverbial mice to his cat. At one point the sounds had gotten so bad, if Harry didn't harbor a deep hatred of the blood sucking bastards, the wizard, magically exhausted or no, would have been compelled to do something heroic and stupid.
Instead, Harry huddled behind a pile of relatively gore free remains and breathed through his mouth. He still had his shield bracelet, what little good it would do him, and maybe he could wait out the beast like Odysseus... where was the random herd of sheep when you needed it?
The dragon moved, black scales twinkling in fire light like star a filled sky, its claws scraping against the stone floor. A booming rumble built in the armored chest, and laughter resounded, shaking the walls. "You think I do not hear you, little mortal? Your heart beats like a rabbit." The words fell from the dragon's ill-adapted mouth, half-formed and distorted but intimidating all the same. "Fee. Fie. Foe. Fum." A tongue longer than Harry was tall flicked out, snake-like. "I taste the blood of a... wizard-man?" The huge, scaled, horned head tilted, voice rising at the end of the statement as if intrigued.
Harry exhaled, slowly, and gripped the wrist bearing his bracelet, ready to throw in everything he had for one last second of life. Who knew, maybe Micheal would show up and save him? The Knight had a reputation, after all, not that Harry enjoyed being the damsel.
"You've nothing left, little wizard." The dragon rumbled, moving sinuously across the floor, its passage either crushing debris under paws the size of small cars or scattering broken bits out of the way. The head bobbed, amber eyes like pools of red-hot slag, and with a gesture Harry found himself cornered, his shelter of corpses reduced to a few scraps of burnt ivory. His skin tingled from the sudden heat, as if waiting for the next blast. "Why fight?"
"It's a little something called survival instinct." The wizard grunted, weaving what little energy he had into the bracelet. The silver medallions flickered with were-light once, then guttered out like a blown candle. Harry sagged against the wall, eyes suddenly heavy despite the situation.
The dragon chuckled, its voice a bass that passed into the wizard's body and sent his organs quivering. "If you had that, wizard, you wouldn't be here."
Harry winced at the scrape of claw against tooth. "Well, it's not like there was a sign: Here there be dragons."
"Dragon. Singular. And there were plenty of signs. I stacked the bodies myself."
"Oh." Harry vaguely remembered running past several moss covered statues, but at the time he had just taken them for another quirk of the Nevernever. They had looked a little like a post-modern artist had gone through a BDSM stage. "Sorry. I'm not fluent in dragon."
"Not many are." The dragon replied reasonably, inching forward. "It is a pity. There are so few of us left..." It grinned then, a dragon grin filled with sharp teeth and bits of flesh trapped between fangs.
"Well, if you would just point me to the door, I'll be out of your hair..." Harry was proud to say his voice didn't squeak. At all.
"I don't think so, little wizard, I'm still hungry." The massive head breathed hot air over the human. Sweat broke out along Harry's body as he swallowed repeatedly, racking his brain for an appropriate death curse. Did he use it on the dragon? Should he target someone he couldn't see, the Red Court heads, maybe? Could he use his last moments to help someone?
Strange to think how he had never given serious thought to what he would do when he died, considering how often he seemed to get in these situations.
The dragon laughed again, and quicker than Harry could blink he was pinned to the wall by claws that only just missed his skin. "Not that kind of hunger, wizard." Glowing orbs roved over Harry's body, the long, muscular tongue slipping out and nudging open his coat. "It has been long since I last assumed a human form, they are so restrictive... but I think I remember the basics."
Harry stared, only distantly aware of the claw tip centimeters from his neck. Much more pressing was the wet, warm, worm-like appendage searching the edge of his shirt and sneaking beneath the fabric... "No! No! Nononono! " Harry yelled, starting to struggle and draw blood, as his brain rebooted. "Just, just eat me! Please!"
The tongue retreated, curling back up into the bloody mouth, before flicking out and striking Harry's temple. Reeling, Harry fell forward into the surprisingly gentle paw of the dragon. It hummed happily as it carried the human through the cave, changing as it went. Dazed, Harry only saw a blur of color and shifting masses as drops of excess liquid dribbled off the body altering around him. Large, over muscled arms set him down, but before he could scramble away Harry was once again pinned as his leather coat was stripped off. "Fight if you want." Hot, disturbingly human words brushed against the back of his neck. "It makes no difference to me, little wizard."
The dragon had not been exaggerating. Harry had seen dragons in human form before -okay, once- and it had not looked like the too-big thing to be human crouched over him. Basics was right. While the body form was mostly humanoid, it was at least twice as large as Harry himself, built like a body builder, and covered in small scales. A thick tail trailed along the floor behind it, and the angles on it's face were all wrong. Hands ending in sharp, almost delicate claws shredded Harry's shirt before starting on his pants.
Harry objected. He liked his pants, dammit! "Get the fuck off!" Maybe it was the drain on his energy, or the pain throbbing away in his skull, or the fact they never covered dragon rape in wizard school, but either way Harry decided to throw a punch at his assailant. The guy was so huge, he couldn't possibly miss.
Pain sliced up his arm, and Harry gurgled over it, cradling his stunned hand to his chest as tears leaked from his eyes. It had been like hitting concrete. He was so absorbed in the pain, Harry barely registered the rest of his clothing being roughly ripped off, or the scaled hands sliding over his battered body.
The tongue was back, lapping at bloody cuts as the chest rumbled in pleasure and those slick hands stroked his inner thigh. Sharpened teeth nipped at Harry's neck, slowly working their way down his chest, each bite a tingling buzz of unwanted pleasure. Harry squirmed as he was pulled closer to the dragon's chest, it was like being pressed against a furnace, and his hand brushed against something thick and heavy enough that for a delirious moment he thought it might be his missing blasting rod.
It wasn't.
A scaled paw traveled lower, stroking fires Harry would have thought impossible, and his body trembled. Despite his fatigue, Harry found himself growing hard as the dragon worked his body over. It rubbed against him, the creatures dick bumping against Harry's balls, and the bite marks burned. A clawed thumb brushed the head of his penis, and the sharp pain drew a gasp of want. Like a big cat, the dragon purred, the vibrations of sound eliciting helpless mews from the weakened man.
"I am going to give you a gift, little wizard." The dragon's breath was hot and moist against his ear as they once again shifted positions, one great arm wrapping around Harry's waist to hold him up. "If you can survive it."
There was no preparation. The dragon was brutal as a viscous lubrication leaked from it's member, and forced it's way into Harry's ass. Harry screamed. It was too much, too big, and he thrashed in a vain attempt to get away as the pain cut through the haze of the venom. The dragon drew out partially, before plunging back in and moving into a steady rhythm. Blood soon joined the liquids that eased the passage of the shaft, and in a panic Harry bit down on the arm holding him.
The dragon groaned in pleasure, pausing for a moment as it buried itself entirely in the wizard's body, holding still as it shivered.
The draconic tail slithered into Harry's view, and he gagged as it forced its way into his mouth and down his throat. Satisfied, the dragon resumed it's movements, slowly pulling out only to rush back in, but now it's tail mimicked the motions with his mouth. Claws raked against his skin, tracing runes into the flesh, and Harry felt his own dick swelling through the pain and exhaustion. When the tongue slid past his neck to wrap around his aching member Harry tried to scream.
As his muscles clenched, and as his abused anus squeezed down on the invader the dragon came. Hot cum spewed into the captive man. It poured in, the dragon now only barely twitching its hips, a seemingly endless flow as the man blacked out.
The dragon smiled, content, and withdrew from its prize. It patted the slightly distended belly of the mortal, and cooed as sensitive eyes discerned the magic at work. Blood and cum dripped sluggishly from the human's entrance, but he would survive.
Part Two