Prince Consort
Chapter 39
Severus Prince – known to the world as Severus Snape in his youth – sat watching his consort with an intensity he hadn't known he was able to harness before. His chair was as close to the bed as one could get, without actually putting it on the bed. As the hours ticked by, the bond regained its former strength, a little at a time much to his relief. He had accepted nobody in his room and ignored all attempts to talk to him since he found out his consort was pregnant.
It was much too soon, or if it was just theoretical it would have been way too soon, he could not bring himself to regret the life growing inside of his mate. Although…Harry might, and that was a daunting thing indeed. He wouldn't force Harry to continue the pregnancy if he was against it…but he also knew he wanted this child with all his being. Which was ironic really, he'd never been one for children, he guessed the saying was correct, it was different when it was your own.
Sipping the wine he had taken from his personal stash, his left hand absently stroked Harry's stomach. He'd practically urged the healer out, and regretted it immediately after. He wanted to know how far along Harry was…not that there were many instances to guess from, since he had only penetrated his mate three times, twice in one evening.
His mind was vividly transported to that evening, able to recall every little detail, which did cause a little – or not so little – problem which was quickly deflated when reminded of his mate's current state.
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Severus was about to combust, he knew his mate was being deliberately obscene to get a raise out of him. For the single fact he hadn't been able to reciprocate his…advances this morning. He would have been late for at least two of his meetings if he'd given in. Okay, five of his meetings, the fact Harry had suggested they go the whole way for the first time, added to his desire to just tell Alfred to cancel his meetings. He couldn't, they were much too important, as most of his meetings were.
Now he had spent the entire morning at least half hard, with his mate finding reasons to sit in the meetings for a few minutes before leaving. The saucy little minx that he was, he was nothing if not determined when he decided he wanted something. As he vividly reminded of their first kiss, yes, definitely wasn't shy about getting what he wanted.
To add insult to injury? His own guards were finding amusement in his predicament. Thankfully his robes concealed his rather…inflamed problem. The urge to curse them to hell and back was strong since he was suffering from blue balls.
Just as he was mostly done with his last interview for the day Alfred and Harry made yet another entrance, trying to be unobtrusive to the meeting as possible. Or at least Alfred did, Harry on the other hand made no such attempt.
Severus' nostrils flared, his vaulted control snapping, "Storm, Alfred, conduct the rest of this meeting, my apologies Silvanus," giving absolutely no excuse, thankfully Silvanus wasn't a vampire or any sort of creature and was unaware of Severus…rather pressing problem. The wizard just seemed a little bewildered, but no less trusting, as Storm and Alfred stepped forward, Storm because she'd been there for the entirety of the meeting and knew what it was about and Alfred because he was always good at getting the desired results. Between the two of them, Severus was sure they'd be just fine.
He certainly didn't see Severus drag Harry out of the room with a smouldering look that spoke volumes. He did see both Storm and Alfred trying to stifle their amusement, but they did quite quickly get down to business. Despite the small lapse they were both professionals and Silvanus left feeling rather positive about the meeting.
"You are going to regret your teasing," Severus informed Harry through gritted teeth, he was going to make him beg without respite. Harry didn't know what he had let himself in for. Severus was going to make him thoroughly regret his desire to wind him up and watch him go.
"You wish," Harry said laughing delightedly under his breath.
He was wrong of course, within fifteen minutes he was begging and writhing under Severus' talented fingers.
"Do something," Harry moaned softly, spread out under Severus, naked on the bed, with the feel of Severus pressing against him so sensually, "Anything," twisting enticingly, trying to get Severus to move, to do something, anything. He wasn't used to this kind of teasing at all, and he was fast coming to regret his earlier tormenting. Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to poke at Severus so relentlessly.
Severus watched over his mate, scenting the air which was a delicious combination of desperation and frustration. His greedy gaze roaming over every single line of his body, enjoying the smell as well as the sight of him. Touching and teasing, with both his fingers and tongue, the bond allowing each other to feel it doubly, which Severus ensured to do.
"Severus!" Harry whined, arching his back, trying to get his fingers in deeper with no success. "Just bloody get on with it!" he snapped, his sexual frustration mounting into genuine frustration at being teased so relentlessly.
"But why? This is so much more fun," Severus teased, as he kissed and nibbled his way up Harry's back playfully, enjoying the way Harry arched into him and huffed in annoyance at the same time. He'd need to watch and not go too far, Harry wasn't used to this, but delayed gratification was the best sort. His hand grazing over Harry's erect cock, causing him to hiss like a cat at the unexpected contact to his very, very sensitive and frustrated member.
"If you don't do something now I'm going to go into the bathroom and take care of myself," Harry hissed through gritted teeth, this was not fun at all, he wasn't even able to successfully lie to himself. He just did not like being sexually frustrated. Before he came here he couldn't have cared less…but now…well, his inner beast had been awoken and now he was insatiable. How he hungered, how he wanted. "You wont get to see,"
Severus chuckled dryly, biting the nape of Harry's neck, "When you're threatening something…try to make it more believable, and something that will entice the proper reaction." He crooned at Harry, nipping at his ear, he was so new to this, he'd learn, anticipate what to say, in a way he was still naïve in the way of seduction, innocent he may be…but by Merlin that innocence coupled with his devious mind made him too delicious not to play with.
Harry pouted, indecipherable grumbling leaving his lips.
Severus didn't tease him too long, no matter how gorgeous a sight it was, he had plans for tonight, and it was best for Harry to be relaxed for what comes next. He'd wanted his mate desperately for years, not in a sexual way in the beginning but now? Now he was ready for it, begging for it and he would see it through. Thoroughly ruin him for anyone else.
Creatures mated for life, bonded for life, there would be no others for them, just like Remus and Sirius had begun to bond when they were eleven. It had been blocked, yes, but Lupin had only ever had eyes for Black, with or without the bond as a guide. They'd been separated, and Severus would never allow that to happen to him and Harry. He would do everything to ensure Harry was happy here, that he'd want to stay regardless of the restrictions in place.
"Sev," Harry whined breathlessly, as pleasure swamped him, his mates' fingers relentlessly pressing against his sweet spot. Something he hadn't even known could feel so intense, hell, he'd been hardly aware of what it was .
"Easy, just feel," Severus murmured against Harry's skin, causing the teen to shiver. His lips pulled back into a smug smirk, he could tell Harry was close to coming undone on his fingers. His body was tense, vibrating with anticipation on the precipice. Deciding against teasing him further, he wrapped his arm around his body and gave his cock two rough tugs and it was enough. Inhaling sharply, his eyes flashing, the feeling of tightness surrounding his fingers…he couldn't wait until another part was deep inside of him.
He'd be the first, the only one who would get to see Harry this way, this debauched.
Keeping the wrung out body clutched against his body possessively, feeling every spasm and jerk he had elicited from his boy. Listening to the soft sounds of passion and satisfaction he made, if he thought he felt good now, well, he was in for a surprise.
The beauty of them both being creatures…the refractory period allowed them to recover very, very quickly. Severus then proceeded to play Harry's body like a skilled musician, wringing out every ounce of pleasure he possibly could and then some. Ensuring that Harry's first time wasn't just pleasurable, but unforgettable.
Needless to say neither got sleep that night, until the early hours of the morning, and they weren't disturbed once.
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Severus was brought out of his rather pleasant thoughts by the sounds of Harry wakening up. Ten hours in total it had taken, Severus realized upon glancing at the clock.
"Harry?" Severus murmured quietly, removing his hand from his abdomen to card through his hair, easing him to wakefulness, letting him know even in his vulnerable state that he was safe. Safe from harm, or rather safe from farther harm. "You're safe, all is well," discarding the remainder of his wine on the bedside table, his sole focus, Harry.
"Severus!" Harry sat bolt upright, wincing at the pain in his shoulder and neck. "Fuck, that hurt," grimacing as he stiffened to save himself from farther hurts.
"You're safe," Severus said again, "Here, drink this, it will take the edge of the pain,"
"Only the edge?" Harry asked befuddled, and trustingly drinking the draught down, "What happened?" and Severus was right, it did indeed only take the edge off, why was that?
"What do you remember?" Severus asked, staring at his mate, he himself, wasn't aware of what exactly had happened except that they'd been betrayed, something gleaned before he'd taken his mate and gotten them safely ensconced in their den and he'd refused all attempts to enter his den, feeling too shaky and possessive to allow it.
"Everything," Harry admitted, "Bloody Merlin's saggy balls, why isn't the potion working?" his skin had been bloody shredded for Merlin's sake. The potion had barely done anything for him, dimmed it just a little so it was a nine out of ten instead of a ten out of ten on the pain scale. His throat felt as though it was in flames.
"It's all I can give you," Severus replied, staring intently, did he inform him first then discuss what happened? Or did he get everything that happened right now and then share their news later? Who was he kidding, he couldn't wait that long, he had to know how Harry would take it. "You'll be restricted in what sort of potions you can take for the time being."
Harry gave Severus a 'what the fuck are you talking about?' look, he was in pain, was this his attempt at getting him back for… "Is this your way of getting back at me because I refused to act like a damsel in distress?" he asked Severus bluntly sounding raspy, watching Severus' eyes widen with shock, even before he opened his mouth, Harry already had his answer.
Severus centred himself before even thinking of replying, it's something he himself would have suspected back when he was young. He couldn't blame him for thinking it, it was only natural given his life. He wished he'd known, he would have had him whisked off to a better life. Unfortunately, he couldn't change the past, neither Harry's or his own. The past made them who they were, made them as compatible as they were. "No," he said, only a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice. "The reason your potion intake is restricted…"
"Oh, bloody hell, something worse is wrong?" Harry asked, hunching slightly in resignation, assuming that he'd had another potion for something else that restricted his potion intake for a bit. Perhaps he had been hurt more than he had realized, which honestly wouldn't surprise him, the adrenaline probably masked it. Well, hopefully someone would knock him the fuck out, this pain was diabolical.
"You're pregnant," Severus said quietly, intently watching Harry's face to see every single facet of his reaction.
Harry's face however, went frighteningly blank. "What?" surely, he was misheard.
"You heard correctly," Severus told him, his tone entirely too cautious, Merlin, how would he react when the news actually got through to him? Would he demand that the baby be aborted? Or would he be happy even if it was too soon? Merlin, he prayed it was the case, that he was happy, that he wanted the pregnancy to progress. Admittedly it would take a great deal of his magic to see it through, as was normal for creature pregnancies.
Harry shook his head, "It's too soon," he muttered, he hadn't expected that at all.
"The timing I agree, isn't ideal," Severus conceded, still waiting on the precipice for Harry's decision. No joy, no happiness, just blunt truth, his heart sank, beginning to believe the worst. That Harry most definitely didn't want a child this young in his life. The worst of it was that he understood, he wanted the baby growing in his husband's belly, but he understood where he was coming from. It left him reeling with indecision and self-loathing at his own thoughts.
"You want it," Harry realized, staring at Severus' face intently.
"Yes," Severus agreed, seeing no use to subterfuge, apparently he could be read like an open book. That was definitely something he wasn't used to, either that or his masks (and dulling of the bond) just weren't cutting it when it came to his mate who he adored. "But ultimately it is your decision and I will abide by your choice, no hatred, no anger."
"Hatred and anger, huh? You already think I'm going to get rid of it," Harry said, crossing his hands over his chest, hissing in agony like a feral cat, shit, shit, shit why had he done that? Damn it, he'd forgotten just how much pain he was in. Panting out of sheer habit, he forcefully relaxed his shoulders and ceased all movement.
"Easy, easy," Severus murmured rubbing at his good side, staying well away of his injured side and neck. "And no, I'm just letting you know I won't be angry regardless of what you choose." He soothingly told his mate.
Harry heard the lie, and also heard the truth, Severus believed he was going to go down the hard route, but also wouldn't be angry with him if that's what he chose.
"I was determined not to have any you know…" Harry admitted, leaning against Severus, unable to help himself, he had been gone so long, now he was back. He'd missed him so much.
"I thought you always wanted a family?" Severus asked, eyes narrowing in confusion, entirely too baffled. "You never gave the impression that you didn't want children."
"I meant after we got together," Harry confessed, brow furrowed.
"I…see," Severus said, swallowing thickly, not sure what he felt regarding that statement, wondering if he'd been told lies or if it was just something Harry felt like right now?
"At least not until I got the laws changed anyway," Harry sighed, rubbing his tired eyes slowly, wondering what the hell he should do now.
"Ah," Severus relaxed fully, relief flowing through him, vividly reminded of his disapproval of some of the older laws that they still followed to this day. "Then you better get busy, if we are to see this through we have only seven to eight months," creature pregnancies didn't last as long as normal ones. Although knowing Harry, he suspected he would surprise them all. His tone slightly teasing, not feeling as bleak about the world as he had moments prior.
"You seriously think they're going to go for it?" Harry asked incredulously, grunting as he gave Severus a look, his neck wasn't as sore as his back which was a surprise all things considered.
"We can only try," Severus murmured softly, "It's perhaps a risk they will feel the needs to change, my mother was the only child, a daughter, who didn't get an inheritance, perhaps they won't risk it happening again." he suggested, and it was true enough, they endured decades of fighting and turbulent times, it's not something they want to see happen again. They'd been exceedingly lucky that he had accepted his place at the Prince seat. Otherwise that would have been centuries of tradition just gone like a click of the fingers.
Harry nodded, true enough, he had heard all about it after all.
"So, do we inform the others of the good news or shall I call for our healer?" Severus asked, patiently waiting for his husband to make up his mind.
"Yeah, we can tell them," Harry said, there was never a question of abortion, not even for a second. He'd always wanted a family of his own to love, to love him in turn. He'd never foreseen this as his future…but he loved Severus, who treated him so well, even if he wasn't around as much as he'd like.
Excitement thrummed through Severus, very pleased with the outcome. "Good." He declared. "Now, what happened?" he'd rather not have this discussion when it was meant to be happier times, but it was required, he had to find out.
Harry blinked, "You don't know yet?" he asked in surprise, Severus was one for getting answers as soon as possible. Always. Knowledge was power after all, and to hear that he didn't know what had happened…unless, he just wanted information from his point of view?
"I brought you right here and we've remained secluded…I couldn't tolerate anyone in our rooms while you were unconscious and pregnant." Severus confessed, "It would have been…intolerable." All true enough he supposed, and he hadn't wanted to risk attacking anyone, especially seeing as they would have let him and not tried to defend themselves.
"You were denning down," Harry said, a smirk slowly appearing on his face, "I thought that was only the carrier that did that."
"They don't exactly reveal what happens when the carrier is injured, probably due to the fact no carrier consort has been injured while pregnant with a mass of protective vampires watching out for them." Severus pointed out dryly.
"Touché,"
"Now, tell me what happened," Severus said, becoming serious once more.
"Did my usual routine, then went for a tattoo," Harry admitted, shifting slightly, "I got a thunderbird, it's mostly just the outline right now…but I'm going back to get it finished next week."
"Nobody reputable will finish that tattoo knowing you're pregnant." Severus informed him calmly and carefully.
"Huh?" Harry asked, brow furrowed, not really getting it.
"Getting a tattoo while you're pregnant isn't recommended," Severus explained, "Or tolerated at all, nobody knows what the ink can do to the foetus."
"Oh," Harry murmured, realization flowing through him, well, he guessed that the tattoo was remaining unfinished for the duration of his pregnancy.
Severus said nothing in regards to the tattoo, which wasn't important in the grand scheme of things at the moment. He would give it all the appreciation it deserved later, once his protective instincts weren't driving him absolutely insane.
"After we were finished the guys told me they had to get me to safety that there was an attack on Prince Castle. I demanded that they take me back, I wasn't about to let anyone take over Prince Castle…it's my home," his green eyes boring into Severus as if daring him to argue, to fight with him on this.
Severus didn't dare say anything seeing that look, plus, it spoke volumes, it really did. His husband thought of Prince Castle as home, got tattoos of their time together…perhaps once the year was up…they would permanently bond together, marry for good and not just a handfasting that Harry had done out of fear. Perhaps Harry wouldn't leave after that time was done. They were good together, he knew that, but often he'd wondered if Harry was just making do until he could leave. Having roots here, calling it home, keeping the baby…it all spoke or permanence.
"Wait, you're really not going to say anything?" Harry asked, genuinely surprised, giving Severus a look of bafflement.
"No, I am…very pleased that you consider Prince Castle your home," he confessed with a smug tug of his lips.
"Don't go getting a big head," Harry grumbled, but his own lips twitching gave away his own amusement. Short lived as it was, he was in too much pain to feel anything other than pangs of feelings.
Severus didn't reply.
"When they refused to take me I just apparated myself, it didn't take long for me to realize we had been betrayed. I didn't know who to trust…so I didn't want any of them near me." Harry said, eyes cold like gleaming emeralds.
Severus winced, imagining their reactions to that, while reeling over the betrayal themselves.
"It's funny though…when they were choking me I kept thinking I was going to pass out through the lack of oxygen…" Harry admitted, "I know logically I wasn't, that it was more to do with the fact my bloody throat was being crushed and even vampires can't survive their head being yanked off."
"That will fade given time," Severus managed to admit through gritted teeth, fury seething in his gut over the fact his mate had been so close to death. Not that he needed the reminder, when he felt it through the bond…the severe panic he'd experienced he wouldn't wish on anyone. Which in turn had alarmed his bodyguards, and before he could think rationally he had them back here as fast as he possibly could. Which meant multiple Apparation trips until he got close enough, not even thinking of trying to create a Portkey.
"Oh, they were talking…rather spitting at me in a different language," Harry commented, as if he had just remembered.
Severus pursed his lips and nodded unsurprised. "And Rodney?" who he was going to torture and kill in the most painful manner after what he'd done. He thought with malicious glee, his mate was about to see a side of him that he had yet to see and wondered what he'd think. Given his own actions…although they might just be the heat of the moment…perhaps he wouldn't be disgusted.
Severus had been a genuine Death Eater back in the day after all.
"He was the one who betrayed us, he was the son of the leader, whoever that was," Harry said, lip curling in utter disgust. "I made sure he regretted it."
"He survived, he's down in the cells," Severus told him, eyes gleaming with malcontent, he was only a little disappointed that the bastard had survived. He had though, which meant he was going to be able to get his own revenge on the little worm. He'd trusted the bastard near his mate, trusted him with his training and safety. That betrayal wouldn't be dealt with lightly.
"Oh," Harry murmured surprised, "I didn't think he'd survive…"
"You didn't intent to cauterise the wound?" Severus asked, his mate was truly a wonder.
"No," Harry admitted entirely too amused by what he was hearing.
"Do you understand what will happen to those who survived?" Severus asked, his entire countenance changing completely. The masks he wore when dealing with outsiders, such as Dumbledore, was now adorned his face.
"Don't insult my intelligence," Harry said with derision, "I've read everything I could get my hands on." now he'd need to focus on certain laws and hasten in getting them changed before his baby was born. Their baby was born.
"One thing reading over what you think is old laws, old ways, not what you think is still in practice." Severus pointed out firmly.
"Oh, please, you're all old fashioned, there are no 'old laws' they're still in play!" Harry said huffing out in general annoyance. Only to wince, ouch, bloody hell, this kid couldn't have been conceived at a worst time. He could really use a pain relieving draught right now, one that was more than what he had.
Severus inhaled sharply, "Then you know what happens,"
"Yes, they're tortured and killed. Depending on their transgressions the worse the suffering is," Harry recited it, giving Severus a 'see I told you so' look.
"Indeed," Severus murmured, wondering again why he was even slightly surprised? He kept underestimating his mate, and he wondered if it would ever stop. Was it his age? His Muggle raised nature? The light Versus dark that even he'd been fed for years while at Hogwarts? Or did he unconsciously want a mate that was light to his dark? No, definitely not, he didn't want that. He'd seen first-hand how vindictive Harry could be.
Well, he was about to find out how well Harry would take to his…other nature.
"Do you feel up to it?" belated remembering that his mate was hurting severely. It might be too soon to go out amongst their people. Then again, he wouldn't be the only one hurting, many lives had been taken and injuries sustained no doubt. Even he didn't have the total figure. Although they could take the potions and will be in relative good health, his mate on the other hand would need to recover slowly. "Human blood will speed up the process, of course, shall we get you some while I talk to everyone about what happened from their perspective?"
"Yeah," Harry murmured, it sounded good, would help his throat if nothing else.
My ability to write smut seems to have vanished :O is it because I've written that much that I just can't think of any other ways or just because I'm tired of writing it LOL! Or perhaps it's just me *shrugs* oh well, I might come back to it and edit it another time if need be! Soooo we're going to have a huge load of protective vampires on the prowl, will Voldemort take the worst time EVER to attack and end up decimated along with his Death Eaters? This was always meant to be more about Severus and Harry's relationship than the war so it wouldn't be a difficulty :D R&R please
