Chapter 9
Vicious Sexuality
(Believe it or not half of this is just a giant sex scene between two characters. If you want to skip this, simply read on till the Room of Requirement, and then skipped all the way down to the break. As for everyone else, other things are happening besides that scene, please remember that.)
"Headmaster," Severus said, his face pale as he almost fell into Dumbledore's office. It was still night a couple of weeks ago. Dumbledore said nothing as Snape composed himself, his face still stuck in a look of true terror. "The Dark Lord is back."
Katie Bell was removed to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries the following day, by which time the news that she had been cursed spread all over the school, though the details were confused and nobody other than Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Leanne seemed to know that Katie herself had not been the intended target. After Hagrid brought Bell to the Hospital Wing, Leanne told Professor McGonagall what happened, explaining an argument between her and Katie as she suddenly gotten the package from the women's loo and needed to give it to Dumbledore.
Draco Malfoy quickly made his way towards Harry and the gang, followed by Blaise, and immediately asked, "Harry! Are you okay?"
"Y-Yeah, why wouldn't I?" Harry asked.
"It's just that Blaise and I heard about what happened," Draco explained, a strange tint on his cheeks, and I… we were scared that either of you were hurt."
"T-thanks Malfoy—err Draco," Harry said. "We're fine, only Katie was affected."
"Who would do such a thing?" Blaise frowned. "I mean, is it true that the object was meant for Dumbledore?"
"Yes," Hermione nodded. "That is what Leanne said."
Both Slytherins nodded. Harry looked at them suspiciously and said, "You two wouldn't know anything about this would you? Nothing strange going on?"
"What! No," Draco said, as if insulted. "How could you even think either of us could be involved in something like that!?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not," Harry said quickly, blushing at his embarrassment. "It's just that… you sure you guys didn't see anything weird? At all?"
"No, I haven't," Draco said, crossing his arms.
"Well… there is Theodore," Blaise said thoughtfully.
"You mean Nott? What about him?"
"Well, you have to admit that he's being more quiet this year," Blaise shrugged. "I mean, we weren't close but we were still on talking terms."
"That could just be because of his workload Blaise," Draco brushed away. "Besides, Nott a murderer? Ha! I'd expect Crabbe or Goyle to do something like that before soft Nott."
"Err, who's Nott?" Harry asked.
"Theodore Nott," Draco answered. "He's a quiet guy, our year. He's about your height, black hair, head down. He used to hang out with me and Blaise, but stopped around third year. That was when he started hanging around the older years."
"Yeah, it's weird," Blaise said, "But like Draco said, he's a softie. Couldn't hurt anyone."
"Right…" Harry nodded, frowning to himself. He checked the time and cursed to himself. "I have to go! I have the les—err meeting with Dumbledore."
"Alright, see ya Harry," Ron said as Hermione said her goodbyes as well.
"Bye Harry," Draco said, wanting to add "be safe" but stopped himself. He watched as Harry walked down the corridor, before disappearing round the corner. When he turned back, he saw Hermione standing in front of him.
"You know he's dating someone right," Hermione said, her sharp eyes on him.
"So? Why do I care about his social life," Draco lied easily.
"Because you were the only one who stared at him as Harry left, Malfoy," Hermione responded. "Look, Malfoy, Harry might have agreed to your 'new leaf' but I haven't. I still don't like you for all you've done to me."
"Why are you telling me this?" Draco asked.
"Because Malfoy," Hermione said coolly, "I just want you to know that if you try anything on Harry, I won't be afraid of punching you."
Draco chuckled. "I just want to be his friend, Granger, not ulterior motives here."
"Yeah right, you actually believe that? Harry is perfectly happy right now with Seamus, thank you very much, and he doesn't need you to ruin it," Hermione said.
"He doesn't need me ruining it," Draco shrugged. He looked down at Hermione and said in a friendly, yet critical tone, "Have you seen Finnigan at all today? He should have been one of the first to know, after all he is Harry's boyfriend, as well as a fellow Gryffindor. Has Finnigan been around to check if Harry is alright?"
"No, but how should I know, maybe he checked Harry in the boys' dormitories," Hermione suggested.
Draco nodded and looked at Ron. "Weasley, tell me, did Finnigan ask Harry if he was alright at all last night or this morning in the boys' dormitory?"
"No, haven't seen him since Hogsmeade," Ron said.
Draco smirked and looked at Hermione, "Well?" he said.
"Well, maybe Seamus checked on Harry when we were separated," Hermione said.
"Can't be, we were with him all day," Ron injected from his place in Blaise's arms, the Incubus resting his head on top of Ron's.
"Sounds like a shitty boyfriend to me," Blaise mused. "As soon as I heard of it, I came running for Ron."
"Yeah but…" Hermione began, trying to think of something to say. "Maybe Harry will run into him on his way to Dumbledore's!"
"No, can't," Draco said shaking his head. "I've saw Finnigan ten minutes ago. He and Thomas were exiting an empty classroom in the dungeons."
"But why would… no they can't be! Dean's dating Ginny, and Seamus with Harry," Hermione gasped. "They're going to be so sad when they find out… I don't know what Harry will do!"
"He'll probably cry a bit, and then curse out Finnigan," Ron said. Draco nodded in agreement.
"Oh, we can't tell Harry! Or should we? No, we can't, this is something he has to work out with Seamus," Hermione said, frowning as she started to pace, not knowing how to respond.
Draco just watched her performance for a bit before turning around, "Well, you can think all day about what you will do, but I already know what I will be doing."
"And what's that Malfoy?" Hermione asked, stopping in her place.
"Be his friend," Draco said simply as he walked to leave, following Harry down the corridor, but turning the opposite way.
Hermione frowned as she turned to Ron. "We should tell him, we're his friends."
Ron disagreed. "I think it's better if he finds out on his own here, Hermione. If we tell him… he might think we're lying."
"But why?"
"We're guys," Blaise said simply "We're stupid to things like cheating and love. Once we want someone, we try to hold onto them for as long as possible."
"I guess you're right… I can't deal with this right now, I have that essay for Professor McGonagall to finish. Are you coming Ron?"
"No, I think Blaise and I will hang out for a bit, I'll be back later," Ron said.
"Alright," Hermione nodded. "See you later Ron. Goodbye Blaise."
"See ya Hermione!" Blaise said smiling. As soon as she was gone, Blaise found his lips attacked by Ron, who used his strength to push the surprised Incubus against the wall.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that," Ron breathed.
Blaise nodded and looked down at his precious mate and boyfriend. He knew he needed to tell Ron sooner and later about Neville… and considering they were alone, now seemed to be the perfect time. "Ron, there's something I need to tell you," he said seriously.
"What is it?" Ron asked.
Blaise sighed and looked at him. "You are my mate Ron, but you're also an amazing boyfriend. And though we've only been together for such a short time, I'm already falling in love with you. And it's because of that love that I need to tell you something."
"What's the matter Blaise? Why are you frowning?" Ron asked, scared.
"We Incubi, we need our mates to hold us down, keep us sexually sane, but there is something I've been hiding from you. … An Incubus doesn't have one mate… we have two."
"Two… you mean that…"
"Yes, I have another mate," Blaise said.
Ron's face paled before it started to redden, anger taking over. "And what!? I'm not good enough? Is that it? I'm not fucking good enough for your goddamn Incubus cock!?" He yelled, jealous tears welling in his eyes. Blaise tried to hush him, but Ron pushed him away, stepping back from the creature. "Of course, I'm never bloody good enough, aren't I? Ron Weasley is never good enough for anything isn't he? I'm—I'm always being pushed behind my best friend's shadow because of the ruddy Dark Lord and now I'm being pushed aside for your new fuck!?"
"Ron it isn't like that—"
"Shut up! Just shut up!" Ron yelled. "Charlie has his dragons, Bill's a Curse Breaker who gets to go to Egypt, fucking Percy gets more money than Dad at the Ministry and the twins have their shop! Even Ginny is better at spells than me! What does that leave me with? Good at chess? Fuck that, I'm the worst in my family! I've got nothing! Absolutely nothing! So when I learned that you wanted me—that I was an Incubus's mate—I finally thought I finally had something. But you ruined it by saying that I'm not enough for you!"
Ron threw up his hands, his body moving and trembling with a mixture of anger and jealousy. He turned, punched the stone wall, and the pain finally breaking the barrier that held his tears as he broke down. Blaise wanted to help him, but couldn't move as Ron cried bitter tears. The two stood there, Ron crying and Blaise powerless to do anything. Ron's tears echoed down the empty corridor, and it broke Blaise's heart. He didn't know how to feel. He loved Ron! And he loved Neville, even though they did not have a conversation yet. He loved both his mates and yet… he was breaking one mate's heart at the mention of the other.
Suddenly, Ron turned around, his tears gone, his cheeks still red, and his voice monotone as he said, "Fuck me. Fuck me Blaise. Fuck me, mate me, show me that you still care."
"Ron, I can't," Blaise said. "In need to mate with you two at the same time. No one person can handle it."
"I can handle it!" Ron yelled. "Give me everything. Everything. Do not hold back. If you love me the way I love you, you would do this Blaise. …Please," he begged, his voice pitching.
Blaise looked at Ron, considering his offer carefully. "Are you sure Ron? Once we start, I will not stop and neither will you. Your body will be pushed beyond your limitations. I might break you Ron. Are you sure you want this?"
"Break me," Ron said, his eyes stubborn as he stared at Blaise. His boyfriend sighed, but nodded. "Alright. I'll try to hold back—"
"No! Do not hold back," Ron said. "I can take it."
"Very well," Blaise frowned. He grabbed Ron's hand in his and kissed it. "Come on, we need to find somewhere quiet where they won't find us. We'll be there all night."
"I know where, follow me," Ron said, his voice giving no room for Blaise to argue. The Incubus nodded and allowed Ron to lead him away from the corridor and into the grand staircase. The two climbed towards the Seventh floor, and Ron turned left into the corridor. Both were silent as they walked down the corridor, stopping at a tapestry depicting the attempts of Barnabus the Barmy teaching trolls ballet. Blaise tried to look around curiously before Ron started walking again, his hand holding tightly onto Blaise's. Blaise followed obediently, not questioning as they passed the same tapestry once, twice, three times. On the third time they both stopped and Ron pointed at a door on the stone wall opposite of the tapestry that Blaise didn't notice before. "Room of Requirement. We used it last year for Dumbledore's Army," was Ron explanation as the two walked into the room.
The room was small and dimly lit. A fireplace provided light, as well as a hanging torch as attention was brought to the center where a large bed stood. The bed was a four-posted bed with chains attached to each one. Blaise looked to his left and saw row after row of sex toys, paddles, whips, and any other naughty sexual object imaginable. He smirked at himself as he learned how much of a bad boy his mate seemed to be. Ron began walking to the toys when Blaise said, "Stop. We're not using them."
"What do—"
"My Incubus thinks it's an insult you need those stupid toys to get off while we're here," Blaise said. He looked at them again with a sneer. "We will not be using them tonight. Do not look at them, understand?"
"Yes Sir," Ron said.
"Don't call me that," Blaise said. "I hate that. You know my name, use it. Not 'Sir' or 'Master' and not even 'Daddy' … especially not 'Daddy,'" Blaise's face curled a bit in disgust. "I am Blaise, and you are Ron. That's it. Got it?"
"Yes Blaise," Ron said. "I just thought that… well since you said everything…
"Good, but I'm not into that stuff. So next time, just the bed will do." Blaise smiled. "Now strip. Trust me, it'll be easier than having my Incubus tearing your clothes to shreds." Ron nodded and obeyed, shrugging off his robes and pulling off his tie before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his sun-kissed, lean, freckled-covered body. Blaise started to do the same, revealing compact muscles and abs. When they were both naked, it was obvious who the Dominant was, and who was the submissive. Blaise couldn't help but smirk as Ron's eyes stared at his flaccid cock. "Don't be bashful about it Ron. Eleven inches all for you tonight, though tonight you will be dealing with the bigger one."
"Bigger one?"
"To mate, I need to fuck you in my creature form, as an Incubus. But don't worry Ron, I promise you, you'll love every single inch of it."
Ron moaned, his cock hardening at the thought of it. Blaise smirked and walked towards Ron. He grabbed Ron's cock, squeezing it roughly. "Do you want to see it Ron? Do you want to see my big, hard, Incubus cock?" he breathed in Ron's ear.
Ron nodded, "Y-Yeah,"
"Say it," Blaise commanded, growling as he gave Ron a harsh jerk. "Say 'I want to see your huge Incubus cock, Blaise.'"
"I-I-I want to see your huge Incubus cock, Blaise," Ron moaned. Blaise smiled cockily and patted Ron's ass. "Good boy," he said. Blaise kissed Ron, biting his lip roughly before pulling back, Ron's lips trapped between his teeth. There was a small cut, but that only made Ron moan as Blaise took a couple of steps back, and began to transform.
An Incubus's body is sex incarnate. Though he did not grow taller, Blaise's muscles became more define, his skin turning darker as his pearly white teeth in his smirk became sharper. Two small horns started to poke their way onto Blaise's forehead, showing through his hair, which became suave and sleeked back. Ron gasped as he saw a tail forming behind Blaise, the tail itself slender and long, curling into the air and around his waist, the arrowhead pointed straight at Ron. Leathery wings began to grow as well, the frame of them the same nightshade color as Blaise's skin, while the rest of the wings were a lustful red. But the thing that Ron paid most attention to was Blaise's cock. The once flaccid cock quickly hardened, and as he promised before, it grew to eleven inches in length, but it continued to grow. Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen inches it grown to, then it started to thicken. Ron's own cock was at a bursting point staring at Blaise's thick, large cock. The natural aroma Blaise had became more powerful, and for a moment Ron could only think of Blaise's cock, needing it in his mouth, or ass as he stared at it almost hypnotically.
The Incubus chuckled darkly as he stepped forward, his cock pointed hard at Ron. "Well, my sweet submissive… what do you think?"
Ron couldn't say anything, his eyes too absorbed on Blaise's body, pre-cum already coming out of his own dick. "No, no, we can't have that, can we?" Blaise said. His tail unwrapped around his waist and darted for Ron's cock. The tail wrapped around the cock tightly, and the tip of the arrowhead plunged into Ron's cock. He thought he would feel pain, but he only felt pure pleasure as he felt something weird coming out of the tail. Blaise chuckled as he continued to walk forward, his tail still trapping Ron's cock. When they were chest-to-chest, Blaise took Ron's chin and made their eyes connect. "Who am I?" the Incubus asked.
"B-Blaise," Ron moaned as the tail wrapped around his cock seemed to start pulsing in beat with his heart. "Y-You're an incubus. My—my—"
"Say it Ron," Blaise purred.
"My Dominant," Ron said. Blaise hummed and nodded. Then, without warning, he pulled his tail out of Ron and unwrapped his cock. Ron looked down to see his cock was still the same, but something felt different.
"For tonight, your cock is mine Ron," Blaise said, pressing his chest against Ron, whispering in his ear. "You will only cum when I tell you to Ron. Don't worry, you will come, many times tonight, but only by my command. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Blaise," Ron said.
"Good," the Incubus said before assaulting Ron's lips. The kissers were rougher, fiercer as they backed towards the bed. Blaise's hard cock was pressed against Ron's stomach always as the Incubus wrapped his arms around Ron, and he felt sharp nails scratching at him. That only seemed to excite him more as he lost himself in the kiss, needing the bites and scratches Blaise gave him.
Blaise's wings seemed to fold around them as they kissed. Blaise always keeping Ron beneath him on the bed, allowing his wings to fully surround Ron, to show his jealous mate that he was Blaise's. His human was apprehensive to give Ron everything he can offer, but not the Incubus. The Incubus was concern for his mate, but he was also excited to show Ron how good a lover he is, how divine his cock tastes and feels. How heavenly and addicting his seed is. The Incubus wanted to show Ron everything, and tonight, he had the chance.
Blaise pulled roughly from Ron and looked down on him. "An Incubus's mate needs to be an excellent cocksucker in bed," he growled. Ron's eyes shot towards Blaise's cock. There was no way he could fit that inside him! But instead of the cock, Blaise's tail appeared in Ron's vision. "Suck," he commanded.
Ron opened his mouth and licked the appendage. It was warm, heavy, yet it tasted like the lustful, hypnotic aroma that Blaise smelt like. Ron loved it immediately. His tongue lapped and swirled around the tipped tail, moaning as the edges turned out to be curved, not sharp as he first thought of. "Only my mate can touch my tail and live Ron," Blaise informed, pushing his tail deeper into Ron's mouth so half of the arrowhead was in it. "To you it is heavy and perfect like a cock. But for anyone else, it will cut, sharp enough to cut stones in two. This is a powerful thing in your mouth Ron, respect it."
And respect it, Ron did. Though it seemed wide, half a foot like Blaise's cock, Ron found that the more he worshiped and licked Blaise's tail, the easier it was for him to take more of it inside him. Ron's jaw opened wider and wider, his lips expanding over the dark appendage, milking it as if cum was about to come out. That caused Blaise to laugh. "Ron, if you want my cum so badly, you're sucking the wrong thing."
"Please," Ron found himself begging, the tail resting against his cheek. "Please give me your cock, Blaise!"
"Alright then. On your knees, it's easier," Blaise said. He and Ron moved off of the bed, and Ron immediately got onto his knees, eyelevel with his objective. Blaise stood over him, his arms crossed his defined and muscular chest. "Get to it Ron," he said.
Ron nodded and grabbed for Blaise's cock. He needed two hands to wrap fully around the shaft and that was when he noticed that Blaise's balls also grew, now the size of two grapefruits. They smelt of musky and sex, and that just dove Ron deeper into the lustful drive that he was already in. He licked Blaise's cock from base to head, getting it slick and wet with his tongue everywhere as he placed random kisses. Ron felt Blaise's tail rubbed against his ass cheeks, pushing past the crack as it exposed Ron's virgin hole. "You have some hair here Ron… I like it," Blaise chuckled as Ron slipped his lips around the head of his cock. Ron just hummed in pleasure at Blaise's compliment, happy that his Incubus approved. He started to lick and move slowly on Blaise's cock as Blaise's tail worked on his ass. When Ron felt he was ready, he started to take more of Blaise's cock into his mouth. He expected his gag reflex to kick in soon, but it didn't. Inch by inch, Blaise's cock disappeared into Ron's mouth, until hitting the back of his throat seven inches in. That was all he could take, swallowing rapidly as he jaw widened, his lips spread out against the cock.
"You look so pretty Ron," Blaise moaned. His hands moved from his chest to Ron's head. "Don't worry, for the first time, this is good enough. Now—" His tail that was playing with Ron's hole suddenly thrust inside of him. Ron screamed around the cock, the pain overwhelming in for a moment before pleasure began again. His own cock bouncing pathetically as pre-cum tried to escape. "Suck." Blaise commanded again. And without Blaise's hands to force him, Ron started to pull out, before going back down on Blaise's cock again, only able to get half of it in his mouth. Blaise's tail matched Ron's pace, going slowly in and out of his ass, his hole greedily sucking in the tail as the arrowhead pierce and stretched him. Ron moved his ass back, wanting more of the tail inside him, but Blaise stopped and gave Ron a light slap on his cheek. "No, no Ron. You want more of my tail fucking you, then you get more of my cock inside you. That's the only rule here," Blaise growled.
Ron moaned, but nodded. He could only seven inches of Blaise's cock inside his mouth, so he was forced to deal with only seven inches of Blaise's tail in his ass. But, to compensate Ron started to move faster, swallow bigger as his lips scrapped against Blaise's black cock, his tongue following veins as it wrapped around the underside of it. Blaise moaned and closed his eyes as he started thrusting against Ron. The head of his cock started hitting the back of Ron's throat, ramming into it multiple times as his tail rammed his ass. "Fuck Ron!" Blaise groaned. "I'll make a cocksucker out of you night! Y-Yes! Fuck!" His hips were always in motion, fucking Ron's mouth savagely, but only keeping it at seven inches in. Ron gagged and swallowed, but soon learned to breathe through his nose as Blaise abused his mouth. The Incubus kept this pace for minutes, sweat starting to glisten with sweat as Blaise's hands tightened in Ron's hair, keeping him in place. Blaise's balls swung in the air, and Ron's hands moved to massage them, to grab them to milk them: needing the pure cum that they held onto so tightly. Then, with a roar that Ron loved, Blaise came inside his mouth, ropes and ropes of the addictive Incubus seed filling the back of Ron's throat, sliding down into his stomach, filling it. Most of the cum filled his mouth as well, and Blaise had to pull his tail from Ron's ass roughly, earning a yelp in pain, as it rested under his cock and Ron's lower lip, being drenched in the cum-saliva mixture that escaped his lips.
"Don't waste my cum Ron, you need to swallow every drop," Blaise informed him as he pulled his still hard cock out. Ron nodded and greedily lapped up the cum that fell on Blaise's tail. He looked up at the Incubus and smiled when he saw a look of approval, as well as the fact that he was still just as hard as when they started.
"This," Blaise said pointing to his cock, "will not even soften one inch until I am fully satisfied Ron. This is what I warned you about. You should have listened. Now, since I rewarded you with cum, it is now time for a punishment."
"P-Punishment?" Ron asked.
"Yes, for not listening for when I told you that you cannot handle this by yourself. You were a bad lion for doing that Ron, and bad lions need to be spanked. Don't you agree?" Blaise said seductively.
Ron nodded dumbly and followed Blaise back towards the bed, laying over his lap, his ass offered perfectly as his and Blaise's cocks rubbed against each other. Blaise's sharp hand rested on Ron's freckled, harry ass as his other hand soothed Ron's back. "Now, I think twenty will do, don't you Ron?" Blaise asked sweetly.
"Yes, Blaise," Ron said.
"Good," the Incubus said. "Count them out. Loudly." And before Ron could agree, there was a stinging pain as Blaise spanked him. "One!" he said.
Smack. "Two." Smack. "Three." Smack. "Four." Blaise kept alternating butt cheeks as he spanked Ron. Ron's numbers came out as a mixture of yelps of pain and pleasure as Blaise left no rest between hits. Smack. "Eight." Smack. "Nine." SMACK. "TEN!" Ron yelled out. It seemed as if Blaise used his full strength for that one. Tears welled in Ron's eyes, he just knew his ass was red, and had two distinct hand-marks on them as Blaise made sure to hit the same spot. Blaise stopped, and soothed Ron, rubbing calming circles on his butt. "There, there," he whispered. "Half way down Ron, you are doing great. Keep this up, and you'll earn something else," Blaise whispered. Ron just nodded and whimpered, pushing his cock against Blaise's.
Blaise chuckled, "Soon Ron, soon, we still need to prepare you. Now, I want you to do me a favor. Take your hands, and spread these pretty cheeks for me. Show me that hairy hole."
Ron was confused, but he did as Blaise told him too, his hands reaching back and grabbed his ass to reveal his pulsing, slightly loosened, hole. "Good. Now… what number are we on Ron?"
"You just did ten," Ron responded, his voice lustful despite the stings on his ass.
"Alright," Blaise said. "Come on, let's finish this." Blaise raised his hand and spanked Ron directly on his hole. Ron yelped, but counted. Blaise continued this, hitting the exact same spot that caused Ron to yelp in pain over and over again until finally Ron reached twenty.
Blaise smiled and told Ron to relax against the bed, keeping his cheeks open. Ron did so, and Blaise slid off from under him, his cock sliding against Ron's again as he got off the bed and stood in front of Ron. Ron felt happy, thinking that he was finally going to get Blaise's cock. Ron looked up to see the tail hovering right in front of him, and he opened readily and happily took the tail in his mouth as he waited for Blaise's cock in his ass. But it never came. Instead, he felt Blaise rest against his ass, kissing gently where he had earlier spanked. Blaise's hands rested on top of Ron's, and Ron shivered as he felt Blaise's wet tongue drag across his asshole. Ron moaned as Blaise continued to drag his tongue across his hole, the tongue darting around and flexing as it probed, but never pump into Ron's hole. Then, finally, Blaise's tongue darted into Ron's hole and swiveled around, causing Ron to make noises he never thought he could make.
Blaise ate him out, alternating between licks and bites as both he and Ron kept his cheeks open. "You taste amazing Ron," Blaise said before diving into it again. Ron couldn't reply, he was just a babbling mess, noises and syllables escaping his mouth around Blaise's tail, his eyes rolling. Ron's once tight hole became relaxed under Blaise's touch. When Blaise lifted from Ron's ass he smiled at his work, teeth marks surrounding the hole and all over the ass. Some had pearls of blood coming out, but Blaise knew that they would heal easily. He withdrew his tail from Ron's mouth and massaged Ron's back. "Alright Ron. Time for what you waited for," he smirked. "Get on all fours.
Ron moved quickly, and got to the middle of the bed, his ass arched up as he laid on all fours. Blaise followed and gave Ron's ass a couple of smacks before moving his cock, stroking it a couple of times. The head rested on Ron's opening hole, and he said, "Ron, here's how this time is going to work. Once I'm in, I'm not stopping till I'm all the way in. Don't worry, I'll go slow and wait till you adjust. Okay?"
"Yes," Ron moaned, pushing his butt against the head. That earned him another slap, and he whimpered.
"Wait Ron, wait," Blaise said. He started to push, and Ron moaned as he felt the head forcing itself into the ring of muscles. His ass was forced to expand quickly, tears welling in his eyes. "S-So big!" he moaned. The head slipped in with a pop, and Ron's ass muscles parted like a sea as Blaise's huge, fat cock slid further and further into the warm velvet. Inch by inch Blaise's cock disappeared in Ron's greedy hole, until finally, after sixteen excruciating inches, his huge balls lightly slapped against Ron's ass. Ron's breath hitched with each inch, and by the time he felt Blaise's balls hit him, he felt like he was being split in two.
Blaise's tail wrapped around Ron's waist. Both boys breathed, sweat falling from their bodies as they waited. Ron needed time to adjust to Blaise's massive girth, not knowing how it even fitted inside of him. Blaise's tipped tail petted him, soothing Ron as he relaxed, and the pain started to leave. "There we go… good… take your time…" Blaise muttered.
Ron nodded and took several breaths before he looked back at Blaise. "I'm ready," he said. Blaise smiled and started to move slowly. Blaise pulled out until it was only his head that was still inside Ron, then he started moving back in, his balls again smacking Ron's ass lightly. Blaise done this several time, each time his pace moving quicker and quicker. The room was filled with the wet sound of Blaise's cock hitting Ron's hole, and Ron's constant moaning. Blaise's hands strapped onto Ron's waist and he pulled Ron roughly towards him with a growl, his demeanor changing. Gone was the gentle Blaise that made sure Ron was ready, and here instead was the sexual Incubus who wanted to satisfied his and Ron's cravings.
Blaise's tail entered Ron's mouth again, going deep into his throat as Blaise pulled Ron up, his wings surrounding both of them. Ron bounced on Blaise's thrusts, the tail and cock entering an erotic, furious rhythm, as one enters Ron's body and the other leaves. Ron could do nothing, all control of his body was given over to Blaise and he allowed it. Blaise growled in Ron's ear, "Touch your body!" And Ron obeyed, his hands sliding across his skin, nails digging in at places before gliding to the next area. Blaise's animalistic pants filled Ron's mind, knowing that soon he would get what he wanted, what he needed. What he craved for!
He felt another sting as Blaise spanked him again and the Incubus said, "Jerk yourself off. But don't you dare cum until I do!"
Ron made a sound of agreement, his moans turning into high, ecstatic mewls and pants. Ron felt he was becoming an animal of sex too, all logic, all worries, and all consequences slowly drifting out of him as Blaise fucked him with his thick cock. His hand slid down his stomach to his own cock, fingers getting tangled in ginger pubes before gripping the base. Ron started to masterbate, matching Blaise's thrust as it became more and more uncontrollable. Blaise rested his mouth on Ron's collarbone, and as he fucked Ron's ass and mouth he bite, hard. Blood seemed from Blaise's mouth as he screamed, making his mate forever as he came inside Ron's ass. Ron screamed around Blaise's tail as he also came, thick ropes of cum hitting Blaise's wings as he continued to ride Blaise's cock, cum dripping and coating it as it falls out of Ron's ass.
Again, after he was done, Ron slid off, reveling in the sticky feeling of Blaise's cum inside him, and he automatically turned to lick Blaise's cock clean, as if it were an instinct. Blaise, meanwhile, moved a hand to his wing and started to clean it, wiping the cum off of the wing and licking his finger clean. Ron felt exhausted, spent, and thought they were done. But still, Blaise's cock was still hard and needed services. "We are far from over Ron," Blaise chuckled. "Not until I fill every space within you with my seed. Suck."
Ron obeyed, tired, and he continued to suck Blaise's cock, finding that this time he reached ten of the fifteen inches in his mouth. He was rewarded with ten inches of Blaise's tail fucking his loose ass, pushing the cum deeper inside of him. They've continued this for the rest of the night. There was always something inside Ron, either the tail or the cock, and every time Blaise came thick hot ropes of cum that never seemed to stop, and each time Ron licked and cleaned Blaise's tail and cock, never letting a drop of cum fall onto the bed.
The sheets were drenched in their sweat, dark pools showing underneath their bodies as Blaise repeatedly fucked Ron's mouth and ass. His lips started to puff, and his throat started to became sore, but there was no pain. Things that were supposed to give him pain, the scratches, the spanks, the stretching only gave Ron more and more pleasure until he felt like he was going to burst. And the only thing that was keeping him together was Blaise. After the first hour, he always wanted Blaise touching him, after the second he didn't want Blaise's lips to leave him as he clawed his back and stomach. After the sixth hour Ron was in a lustful daze, his body was covered with cum and sweat, aching all over for rest, but his mind and cock wanted to go on, needed to go on. They needed to show Blaise that he was enough! He was enough! Ron lost count how many times they've done it. He lost count after he was able to fully swallow Blaise's cock into his throat. All he knew was that his ass, his stomach, everywhere was filled with cum, and after the last rope spurted into his ass, Blaise gave a soft murmur as he pulled out, his cock slowly softening. Ron at that point was on his back, his legs being held by those chains connected to the post. Blaise licked and kissed Ron's ass for one last time, before undoing the chains and gently letting Ron's legs fell.
He didn't know what Blaise had said, but he found himself resting against the Incubus's chest, the wings folded protectively around both of them, and finally they both drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
The next morning, he woke up and looked around. The redhead frowned at himself because for some reason, he couldn't remember his name. He couldn't remember anything really. Well, that's not true, there was one thing that he did remembered, and that was the beautiful angel of an Incubus that showed him the way last night. Yes! The Incubus! He fell asleep on the Incubus, that would mean… the redhead looked down and smiled when he saw the cock, laying peacefully on the Incubus's leg. He needed it, he wanted it, he craved it. He couldn't remember anything, but he remembered how good it felt having that thing inside him! He looked down at his body, marveling at the stratches the Incubus left, as well as the bites. His hole was still loose, and he could feel his body absorbing all the cum in his stomach and ass. Yes, this is what he wanted! This is what he needed! This is what he lived for!
"Ron…Ron!" The Incubus yelled out, looking down at him. The redhead looked up at him with dazed eyes. Ron? Who was Ron? That wasn't him. He had no name.
"Ron! Focus, focus Ron come on! Listen to my voice. It's me, Blaise, come on now!" the Incubus said again.
Blaise… that sounded familiar. "Blaise…" the redhead said slowly. Then, as if opening a key, everything came back. His name, his memories, everything of his life came back to him. "Blaise… the hell happened!? I forgot my name, who I was—all I could think about was sucking your dick again!"
Blaise looked down at his boyfriend with sympathetic eyes. "I'm sorry Ron that was totally my fault," he said.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"It's because I need two mates Ron," Blaise said. "The lust that I emit is too much for one person, it doesn't matter who. If… if we kept going with just the two of us, you'll start losing your memory permanently. You'll forget who you are, who your family is, who I am even, you'll just become an empty husk that only exist for sex. You'll become addicted to my Incubus, and become basically a thoughtless sexual slave. I don't want that Ron, the thought scares me, scares my Incubus. I thought… I thought if I show you my true power, then you'll understand why I need him. I'm so sorry Ron, I really am."
Tears started to show under Blaise's tears. Ron frowned, he didn't want to see Blaise crying. He leaned up and kissed Blaise's cheek. "Give me time," he said. "I can't accept this right away, but I don't want to lose my mind either, yeah? Just… give me time to… to get used to the idea that, that there's going to be another."
"Even though there's going to be another mate, doesn't mean I'll love you even less Ron," Blaise said. "You were my first, I chose to go after you first Ron. I love you both equally, but you will always be my first. Do you understand?"
"Yeah… I think I do," Ron sighed. Blaise smiled. Ron looked up at him, and asked the question he dreaded asking. "Who is he? Your other mate?"
"A boy you know very well, Ron," Blaise said, kissing the top of Ron's head. "Neville Longbottom."
A/N: Did you get all that? Is your mind deflated? Did you remember what happened before and why it is important? Good!
Anchor: Thanks, I personally like the story as well, but it seemed too much of an aside. Maybe if it was a bit shorter, and I could have added it to another chapter it might have worked better. But for now, not possible. That, and it brought up bad memories. (Still have no idea where the hell that damn bracelet is)
Scaranpannoir: Hello my friend! Err nice idea but no. That would be too much. And yeah, I don't like all those homophobia Ron stories! There's too much of them, and Hermione's always caring and supporting… Time to flip that and balance it out more.
AnnaMerteuil: Yes! Voldemort is back! How will the world react? Let's just hope they wore their brown pants.
Kigen Dawn: Yes, things are cleared up nicely. And because I know how you are, I am forbidding you to comment on the sex scene for the entire review.
Marybeth.hp7: Who needs Wormtail anyway?
Jokul Frosti: No… it was just a dream. … no magic or interventions into it. People have epiphanies and sometimes they are in the forms of terrifying dreams that makes a person happy they wore their brown pants today.
David-El: Awesome! Glad you liked it! Draco needed to figure it out by himself, and the dream is the way to do that.
Sasuhinas fan: If this were any other fic this would be the beginnings of a stupid love triangle as Voldemort "tries to use his beauty to seduce Harry" but it's not. It's just my laziness of not wanting to describe his more snake-like figure of canon. That and I've been watching Jojo a lot.
JCJPINK: Who? Who? Could it be….. SEAMUS!?
Themysteriousdude321: Maybe, hell not, and no it's too much fun.
Littlesprout: Of course!
YellowCabin: Great! I'm glad we're all on the same page again! Now to just deal with a couple of problems, and Harry will be happy!
SkyiMello: Of course something bad's going to happen.
floophoenixLing: We just read a 3500 word sex scene. It's okay to say the word "Ass." And yeah, Seamus seems a bit too preoccupied with Dean… hmm could it be that he's more into chocolate than vanilla?
Mysticalgems: Why do you hate it? You're still not using proper grammar lol. And spunky? Are you sure you guys are reading the same thing I'm typing?
Super MKatR: In the words of Mrs. Lovett: Wait.
