Fic: Dresdens and Dragons 4/8
Dresdens and Dragons
A Dresden Files Fanfic
Characters: Harry, Dragon, Ensemble (eventually), Red Court Vampires (deceased).
Pairings: Harry/Dragon, Harry/Marcone (eventually).
Warnings/Kinks: Non-Con, Bestiality, Inflation, M-Preg, Masturbation, Stockholm Syndrome, Voyeurism, Possessiveness.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
The waiting is the worst, and any interrogator can tell you how useful it is to let the suspect think up their own punishment. Harry's fingertips trailed along the rough stone wall as he walked, and each breath brought with it a cold uncertainty. Like rolling thunder, every few minutes passed with a crash of diffused power. A mix of hot and cold, volatile, backing soda and vinegar on an epic scale, and Harry didn't feel the least bit emasculated to admit the clash scared him. If whatever, whoever, the dragon was fighting could produce shock-waves that he felt as deep in the warren as he was - Harry was glad he couldn't find the exit.
He was pretty sure that if he tried sneaking out while the throw down was going on he would be nothing but collateral damage. When Godzilla and Ghidorah started fighting, only news anchors and idiots stuck around to set up cameras. If you had even a smidgen of self preservation you ran, not walked, to the nearest emergency exit.
Harry shuddered as he felt a another shock, the magic tingling against his spine, and in the light of his pentacle he watched as a stalactite's water droplet froze mid-air, shattering on the rock floor. A ripple of energy crossed down his spine, and for an instant he saw her; she was tiny. Snow white hair drifted around her sharp, familiar features as she leaned to one side, lips peeled back in a snarl. She held out her hand and moisture condensed from the air, from her skin, swirling into the form of two shining, golden crystals. Her words came out with a cutting edge, but her tone was brittle like broken glass. "Will you accept nothing else, Lord?"
Heat surged through Harry as the image faded, leaving a faint feeling of satisfaction behind, and the world rocked back into place. He wasn't outside towering over a Queen. He was still in the dragon's lair, hopelessly lost.
A tiny itched started in his chest and worked its way outward, overlaying the flushing heat. Harry scratched at the back of his neck and shook his head, pushing off the wall he'd fallen against during the... whatever... and kept following what he thought was the direction the dragon had taken. The pathways were much larger -would have to be to accommodate a creature its size- and Harry felt very small and alone in them, his shuffling footsteps echoing against the walls.
He really wished big bad rapist could invest in some indoor lighting, and wasn't that a hypocritical thought? Damn lizard probably didn't even need it to see. The itching progressed to the pins-and-needles feeling of a foot falling asleep and surged down his shoulders, along his arms, and Harry tossed his staff to the ground in startlement as the carved runes lit up in angry red.
"What the hell!" An outbreak of sweat dripped down his nose as he dropped to the floor, body tingling, and he could swear that in the shaky ghost-pale light of his necklace the fresh scars on his skin were moving. Almost like something was trying to break through.
Empty Night, did they itch. He scratched at them -don't pick at scabs, idiot, magic or otherwise- but jerked his hand away as the frenzied movements began to draw blood. He sat on his ass, staring at his hands, throughly freaked.
For a second, he'd had claws.
I'm going to give you a gift.
"I am so fucked." Harry knocked the back of his head against the wall, hysteria tinted voice shaking. "Figuratively and literally. Fucked."
The dragon was headed back, Harry could feel each heavy step in time with his own heart beat. It was a glimmering light at the edge of his awareness. The heat, magic, tingles, surged again, and Harry backed against the wall, careful not to touch his staff and trigger a subconscious reaction. His pentacle was glowing without any effort, and his shield bracelet hummed against his wrist just waiting for direction.
He hadn't this much trouble controlling his magic since... since before.
He didn't bother looking up when the dragon peeked its head around a turn in the cave, the black of its scales blending with the shadows and stone. The camouflage of a predator. Its eyes emitted their own light, however, and it let out a low, pleased hum that resonated in the human's bones. "Wizard."
Harry made a sound that might have been acknowledgement. He was too busy glaring at his knees for anything else.
"I was not expecting a challenge, the little Queen should keep closer eye on her toys if she intends to keep them. Still, a grand prize." The last was said with finality and a bob of the head. Curved claws scraped against the rock as the massive creature entered, hovering over the man with a smug grin. "Mine now, and no other can make claim on your allegiance."
Harry blinked. His hands were normal again, even if his nails looked in dire need of a manicure as ragged and dirty as they were. He felt the stirrings of rage, and his bracelet sparked, the shield flickering in and out of existence. "What?"
His back stiffened as the dragon crouched down, all berjillion fire-breathing tons of it, and the forepaws encircled his shield, tapping against the barrier absently as it spoke. Each light strike sent a thrill through Harry's body, feedback from the magic, and he tried to harness it, but the rage skittered over his thoughts and the heat spilled over into his palms and the itching tingle would start up again...
"...you see, I simply couldn't allow that to go unanswered." The dragon snorted, expelling a puff of sulfurous smoke. It leaned back, long neck curving sensuously, and leered. "Old and flaccid, indeed. I told her just what we had done. How I took you, as is my right. How I drove you to your knees, filled every last bit of you with me, and how you keened for more.
"Then, I told her what I will do. I told her I'd keep you. I'd give you everything you never knew you wanted, everything she couldn't possibly imagine with her handful of millennia. How I will hold you and love you and make you mine. Forever." Eyes the color of molten earth bore down on him, gaze almost tangible against his skin, and Harry's mouth went dry. "Neither time nor pain will touch you. Nothing will, but me.
"Wouldn't you like that, little wizard? I will make you a family. A place to belong. I can make you feel endless pleasure. You'll take everything I give you, and I will rock into you as you scream our completion to the world. I will hold you as you buck against me, trailing kisses down your spine, stoking your fires with my own until we burn the world."
Harry swallowed, unnerved, because while he wasn't the best, he liked to think he could tell when people were lying to him. The dragon wasn't lying. It crooned to him with complete sincerity, still tapping away at his fluctuating shield, as if it had all the time in the world.
And the worst part was the pressure -the need- growing in Harry's shredded and now non-existent pants. What was wrong with him?
"...what do you say to that, little wizard?" It was a statement disguised as a question wrapped in temptation.
"I think your egg was dropped when you were a baby, 'cause you're obviously cracked." Harry choked out, clenching his fists very carefully at his sides, grateful that the over-large shirt he'd scrounged draped over his rapidly growing erection.
His comment bought an unexpected growl of anger, and the claws contracted on the bubble of protection, compacting it, and Harry nearly swooned. "That is a filthy lie. We do not lay eggs like some common bird, or snake. We are far, far above that."
We. Harry didn't get the feeling that the dragon was using the royal 'we'.
The shield popped with a sound like bubblegum snapping, and the dragon snatched up the wizard, but delicately. It didn't transform into the half-man state previously used, preferring to cradle the panting human and watch as need overcame restraint. Harry reached down, back arching against smooth, oddly cool scales, and began jerking himself off. The pre-cum wasn't enough, but each rough pull was filled with relief as the buzz under his skin reached out, sinking into the act, seeking.
He cried a little as he came, a constant mantra of this is not happening flowing constantly through his mind. The flick of a reptilian tongue against his cheeks didn't help.
A Dresden Files Fanfic
Characters: Harry, Dragon, Ensemble (eventually), Red Court Vampires (deceased).
Pairings: Harry/Dragon, Harry/Marcone (eventually).
Warnings/Kinks: Non-Con, Bestiality, Inflation, M-Preg, Masturbation, Stockholm Syndrome, Voyeurism, Possessiveness.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three
The waiting is the worst, and any interrogator can tell you how useful it is to let the suspect think up their own punishment. Harry's fingertips trailed along the rough stone wall as he walked, and each breath brought with it a cold uncertainty. Like rolling thunder, every few minutes passed with a crash of diffused power. A mix of hot and cold, volatile, backing soda and vinegar on an epic scale, and Harry didn't feel the least bit emasculated to admit the clash scared him. If whatever, whoever, the dragon was fighting could produce shock-waves that he felt as deep in the warren as he was - Harry was glad he couldn't find the exit.
He was pretty sure that if he tried sneaking out while the throw down was going on he would be nothing but collateral damage. When Godzilla and Ghidorah started fighting, only news anchors and idiots stuck around to set up cameras. If you had even a smidgen of self preservation you ran, not walked, to the nearest emergency exit.
Harry shuddered as he felt a another shock, the magic tingling against his spine, and in the light of his pentacle he watched as a stalactite's water droplet froze mid-air, shattering on the rock floor. A ripple of energy crossed down his spine, and for an instant he saw her; she was tiny. Snow white hair drifted around her sharp, familiar features as she leaned to one side, lips peeled back in a snarl. She held out her hand and moisture condensed from the air, from her skin, swirling into the form of two shining, golden crystals. Her words came out with a cutting edge, but her tone was brittle like broken glass. "Will you accept nothing else, Lord?"
Heat surged through Harry as the image faded, leaving a faint feeling of satisfaction behind, and the world rocked back into place. He wasn't outside towering over a Queen. He was still in the dragon's lair, hopelessly lost.
A tiny itched started in his chest and worked its way outward, overlaying the flushing heat. Harry scratched at the back of his neck and shook his head, pushing off the wall he'd fallen against during the... whatever... and kept following what he thought was the direction the dragon had taken. The pathways were much larger -would have to be to accommodate a creature its size- and Harry felt very small and alone in them, his shuffling footsteps echoing against the walls.
He really wished big bad rapist could invest in some indoor lighting, and wasn't that a hypocritical thought? Damn lizard probably didn't even need it to see. The itching progressed to the pins-and-needles feeling of a foot falling asleep and surged down his shoulders, along his arms, and Harry tossed his staff to the ground in startlement as the carved runes lit up in angry red.
"What the hell!" An outbreak of sweat dripped down his nose as he dropped to the floor, body tingling, and he could swear that in the shaky ghost-pale light of his necklace the fresh scars on his skin were moving. Almost like something was trying to break through.
Empty Night, did they itch. He scratched at them -don't pick at scabs, idiot, magic or otherwise- but jerked his hand away as the frenzied movements began to draw blood. He sat on his ass, staring at his hands, throughly freaked.
For a second, he'd had claws.
I'm going to give you a gift.
"I am so fucked." Harry knocked the back of his head against the wall, hysteria tinted voice shaking. "Figuratively and literally. Fucked."
The dragon was headed back, Harry could feel each heavy step in time with his own heart beat. It was a glimmering light at the edge of his awareness. The heat, magic, tingles, surged again, and Harry backed against the wall, careful not to touch his staff and trigger a subconscious reaction. His pentacle was glowing without any effort, and his shield bracelet hummed against his wrist just waiting for direction.
He hadn't this much trouble controlling his magic since... since before.
He didn't bother looking up when the dragon peeked its head around a turn in the cave, the black of its scales blending with the shadows and stone. The camouflage of a predator. Its eyes emitted their own light, however, and it let out a low, pleased hum that resonated in the human's bones. "Wizard."
Harry made a sound that might have been acknowledgement. He was too busy glaring at his knees for anything else.
"I was not expecting a challenge, the little Queen should keep closer eye on her toys if she intends to keep them. Still, a grand prize." The last was said with finality and a bob of the head. Curved claws scraped against the rock as the massive creature entered, hovering over the man with a smug grin. "Mine now, and no other can make claim on your allegiance."
Harry blinked. His hands were normal again, even if his nails looked in dire need of a manicure as ragged and dirty as they were. He felt the stirrings of rage, and his bracelet sparked, the shield flickering in and out of existence. "What?"
His back stiffened as the dragon crouched down, all berjillion fire-breathing tons of it, and the forepaws encircled his shield, tapping against the barrier absently as it spoke. Each light strike sent a thrill through Harry's body, feedback from the magic, and he tried to harness it, but the rage skittered over his thoughts and the heat spilled over into his palms and the itching tingle would start up again...
"...you see, I simply couldn't allow that to go unanswered." The dragon snorted, expelling a puff of sulfurous smoke. It leaned back, long neck curving sensuously, and leered. "Old and flaccid, indeed. I told her just what we had done. How I took you, as is my right. How I drove you to your knees, filled every last bit of you with me, and how you keened for more.
"Then, I told her what I will do. I told her I'd keep you. I'd give you everything you never knew you wanted, everything she couldn't possibly imagine with her handful of millennia. How I will hold you and love you and make you mine. Forever." Eyes the color of molten earth bore down on him, gaze almost tangible against his skin, and Harry's mouth went dry. "Neither time nor pain will touch you. Nothing will, but me.
"Wouldn't you like that, little wizard? I will make you a family. A place to belong. I can make you feel endless pleasure. You'll take everything I give you, and I will rock into you as you scream our completion to the world. I will hold you as you buck against me, trailing kisses down your spine, stoking your fires with my own until we burn the world."
Harry swallowed, unnerved, because while he wasn't the best, he liked to think he could tell when people were lying to him. The dragon wasn't lying. It crooned to him with complete sincerity, still tapping away at his fluctuating shield, as if it had all the time in the world.
And the worst part was the pressure -the need- growing in Harry's shredded and now non-existent pants. What was wrong with him?
"...what do you say to that, little wizard?" It was a statement disguised as a question wrapped in temptation.
"I think your egg was dropped when you were a baby, 'cause you're obviously cracked." Harry choked out, clenching his fists very carefully at his sides, grateful that the over-large shirt he'd scrounged draped over his rapidly growing erection.
His comment bought an unexpected growl of anger, and the claws contracted on the bubble of protection, compacting it, and Harry nearly swooned. "That is a filthy lie. We do not lay eggs like some common bird, or snake. We are far, far above that."
We. Harry didn't get the feeling that the dragon was using the royal 'we'.
The shield popped with a sound like bubblegum snapping, and the dragon snatched up the wizard, but delicately. It didn't transform into the half-man state previously used, preferring to cradle the panting human and watch as need overcame restraint. Harry reached down, back arching against smooth, oddly cool scales, and began jerking himself off. The pre-cum wasn't enough, but each rough pull was filled with relief as the buzz under his skin reached out, sinking into the act, seeking.
He cried a little as he came, a constant mantra of this is not happening flowing constantly through his mind. The flick of a reptilian tongue against his cheeks didn't help.