Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was acquired from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life. Though I wouldn't mind shagging um. I did NOT say that.
The Potters had once crossbred with incubi, generations ago, and the heredity of incubus has been lurking in the bloodline ever since. Now just Harry's luck, the dormant incubus gene has awakened inside of him.
An Incubi, is a species of rare magical being that feed on vitality. They send out magical pheromones to lure humans - muggles, witches and wizards alike - and when the victims are close enough, they will hypnotize them and make them climax by magical technique - while feeding on their vitality. A few of the victims might become addicted to this process, and turn violent.
Incubi only have one mate in their lifetime, and only really have sex with their mate, so they are protected and possessed. They have focused magically abilities. They are also so sensitive about their mate's mood and feeling it's near telepathic. When they're 'interacting' with their mate, they will make their mate more vigorous and strong - whether physical or magical.
Rules: Harry's life mate should be a Slytherin - the options include Voldemort, Severus, Lucius, Draco and Blaise - and his victims could include all the male characters and maybe female. Voldemort, Severus, Lucius, Draco and Blaise... At least one scene in which one pair of them fight over Harry's affection and attention. Watching them disrupt each other by stealth is most entertaining. Or seeing anyone in denial of the attraction.
INCUBUS HEREDITY
Chapter 21: Err, Hi Remus
Only the still spurting erection in his mouth and the fact the boy had passed out stopped him from jerking up at the name called. Why the hell was Harry calling out his godfather's name as he came?
Severus stood and wiped his mouth hurriedly. It still hurt his pride he was so prick-hungry for the brat. But Gods, he tasted good. He had just reached down to pull the boy back into his shorts when he heard a soft cough behind him and whirled, pulling out his wand.
"Be careful you don't poke someone in the eye with that." Remus said blandly.
"Lupin!" Severus blinked in surprise, then looked around quickly. Yes, he could make up a reasonable excuse for this scene… "Uh, Potter…asked me to," He frowned. He wouldn't do anything for Potter. "That is, he…"
"Severus, I look poor, not stupid." Remus' eyes flitted to Harry and away as a flush climbed his cheeks. "Would you dress him!"
Severus blinked and waved his wand at Harry, who was suddenly back in his pants.
"Better. Now, I suppose you want another try at explaining why Harry's here with you sucking him off."
"Potter came to me!" Severus snapped, red spots on his cheekbones. And that was true. Sort of.
"I know that. I followed him?" Remus said sarcastically. "I want to know what you think you're doing to my godson."
Sarcasm didn't suit Gryffindors.
"He asked for it Lupin!" And that was true too…sort of. "Look, he came to me and told me he was…I was his mate."
Remus frowned, pausing for a moment. "So that's why." He rubbed his chin. "And also the fact that he…" he waved a hand over to the body on the table. "He doesn't usually come when he's with someone he's just feeding off of."
"He can only come with his mate." Severus crossed his arms and flounced angrily to his chair. "That's the only reason I'm doing this!"
Remus arched an eyebrow. "To help Harry?" he said incredulously. Stepping further into the room and, tentatively lifting Harry off the table, plopped him into the chair next to the desk. "When have you ever done something to help Harry before?"
Severus flushed again. "It helps him and I get sex okay?"
A small smile curled Remus' lips. "Glad you can admit it." Severus snorted and breathed heavily through his nose, muttering under his breath. "How long does Harry usually…'stay out'?"
"He'll wake in a few minutes." Severus said shortly, turning back to his papers. "I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you here." He sneered.
"No. More likely he'll be ashamed as hell, but he should have told me he'd found his mate." Remus quipped cheerfully. "So he'll just have to be uncomfortable."
Harry picked then to stir uncomfortably with a groan, trying to throw himself off over his chair arm it seemed.
"Uhgh..." Harry struggled up in his chair, eyes still upward.
"Harry." Remus cleared his throat awkwardly as his step-godson's head shot up.
"Bloody fu..." Harry looked down frantically before covering his crotch and sitting up ramrod straight.
"This is all your fault Potter." severus muttered. "Can't even sneak down here properly."
Remus frowned at Severus before turning his eyes to Harry. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Harry swallowed repeatedly, before laughing brokenly. "Yeah, I can just see the conversation. Hey Remus, you know my mate? Yeah, well it's Snape. Yes our Snape. So mind if I go try to get him to bang me?"
Remus' eye twitched before he bit his lip. "I'd have preferred you telling me though, to me having to walk in on him...ahem."
There was a silence as Severus shuffled papers awkwardly.
"True. I'm sorry about that." Harry ruffled his hair with a flushed smile. Then he looked slyly to the side. "But Severus just loves sucking my co..."
"Potter!"
"He says it's better straight from the...Oww!" Something bounced off him to the floor.
Severus snarled. "You made me waste a perfectly good inkpot!"
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to get this out of hair?" Harry screeched shooting out of the chair.
"Better hurry to a bathroom then." Severus sneered in self-satisfaction as the boy ran out.
Remus looked after Harry with a frown before turning back to the Potions Master.
"We need to talk."
Harry thanked Merlin internally that Terry Boot was a prefect as he used their password to get into the prefect's bathroom. He could afford to take his time on climbing all the way to the sixth floor because he knew that Severus knew very well this ink only dried on paper. But if he was going to have to wash off everything, he might as well do it in luxury.
Silly Sev. He didn't seem to have realized that by making him leave he'd have to talk to Remus alone. Harry smiled widely, turning taps on the giant bath. Sev could explain everything to Remus and he wouldn't have to be there for all the awkwardness. It was the best plan as it would also surely make his mate and godfather have to get along…at least civilly.
Harry jumped into the pool fully clothed after it filled and stripped off inside tossing his sopping clothes back out onto the floor.
"Ah. Now this…is the life." He said quietly to the room, paddling lazily with a grin. He and his mate would soon have sex. He could feel it. The world was a diamond in his hands, just for him. He was content, fulfilled mostly, happy. Sated. He lounged against the pool wall. What more could he want?
"Mmummff!" Harry blinked, pushing off the wall as he heard a muffled groan outside the door. Stumbling footsteps were coming closer and he could…vaguely…smell arousal, in the hall through the door.
Oh Gods! They weren't going to come in here, were they?
A girl hurriedly muttered the password for the door and Harry's eyes widened just before he took a deep breath and dove underwater.
"We really shouldn't…" A girl breathed out before diving back into a kiss with the boy with her.
"Yeah! Friend…you…me! Wrong…" Yet the boy was still snogging her back.
"I never knew…you felt…like this about me?"
"Always!…I…" There was a pause. Harry wondered what they were doing as he couldn't see, just hear softly. "Why's there a pile of clothes here?"
"Oh my." It suddenly hit him who's voice that was and Harry shot to the surface gasping.
"Harry!" Ron and Hermione gasped together, both looking red and staring at their wet, naked friend.
"Sorry, didn't mean to hear!" He climbed out and hurried to his clothes, grabbing them from a stunned Ron before covering himself. "I'll just go shall I? Sorry about ruining your snog. Bye!" And Harry ran out.
A/N: Stop whining. #and note the spelling of whining. It's one of my pet peeves people that spell it whinging. Little Whinging is pronounced 'wing-ing' so how can whinging and whining be the same thing?#It's not been THAAAAAAAAAAT long.
I've flipped over Runespoor. I've flipped over Incubus. I'm about to go look and see if Nella can inspire me to flip over. Or maybe Morbus, I have some written for that. Or Soullessness even. Though I wanna scrap that whole story and start over. When I read it, it makes me cringe.
Oh wait!I know! My Heart Hurts needs updating! #runs off, dragging J# My muse in case you've forgotten him...lol! So it has been that long.