Xenodochy of the Chosen One
Harry Potter walked through the ruined halls of Malfoy caste with his head held high. Despite the occasional corpse it did nothing to dampen his mood. The Potter's and the Malfoy's had been on the brink ow war since before the two princes were even born. It just so happened that Harry, once his parents died decided to take the initiative. He wasn't gonna wait until the Malfoy's struck first. He attacked swiftly and brutally, taking barely more than a week to cripple and take over the kingdom.
Now he was on his way to see the prince, well ex-prince since he no longer had a kingdom to rule. He spent the better part of the day walking through town, inspecting his new kingdom. So it was only natural that he visited the fallen prince, after all he was part of his winnings.
Harry stopped in front of a broken mirror to check his appearance. He wanted to look respectable, this was going to be their first meeting.
Harry brown hair was slightly messy, but then when was it not, falling over his face and covering his thunderbolt shaped scar, the same one that was engraved on the front of his tunic, as well as those of his soldier's and their shields. He arranged his glasses neatly on the bridge of his nose, his sword still tied to his belt as he walked to the dungeons. The prince might be beaten, but Harry heard that he was a very stubborn one.
He descended down the stairs and through the cold, dimly lit halls of the dungeons. The two guards nodded when they saw him approach. "Lock the door. Only come in if you hear me scream." The guards nodded.
In hindsight his order seemed a little null due to the fact that upon entering he saw the prince sitting against the wall with his writs shackled above his head. He might order to get those unlocked the the prince behaved.
"Prince Draco Malfoy." Harry clasped his hands behind his back as he looked down on him.
The prince lifted his head, his stormy green eyes staring at Harry with hate and malice. His face was slightly bruised, his blonde hair very messy, and his once fine clothes tattered and dirty.
"Nothing to say?"
Draco spit in the ground in responce.
"You've got bad manners. What would your father say?"
"Don't you talk about my father mutt." Draco's words were laced with venom, luckily Harry was unphased as he heard it all before. Many people liked to bring up that his mother was a commoner, as if that somehow made her, made Harry, less than the rest.
"Seems like I struck a nerve." Draco bared his teeth.
"Just you wait. I'm going to get out of here, and once I do I'll make you head roll across the floor."
"Like I did your fathers?" Draco trashed against his restraints at the taunt, just what Harry wanted. "You have every right to be angry. However I came here today to offer you a deal?"
Draco gave a mocking laugh, "You really think I would make deals with the likes of you. I may be without a throne, but I would never stop so low. You can do to me what you like but I will never accept your terms."
A dangerous spark appeared in Harry eye, "What ever I want? Those are fighting words Malfoy. And you haven't even given me the chance to offer you my deal."
"I don't care what your deal is mutt, I do not want any part of it."
"You will after I give you this." Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vile filled with a pink liquid, "Now open wide." Harry walked towards the prince who kicked at him as soon as he was in legs reach. "Cute." Harry grabbed Draco's chin and pried it open while pushing his head against the wall with a hard thud, followed by a pained whine. He opened the vile poured the content into Draco's mouth, tilting his head back so he had to swallow.
Draco caught as Harry backed away, "You son of a whore." He heaved, trying to catch his breath, "What the devil did you make me drink."
"It isn't a poison if that's what you're thinking. Just an aphrodisiac." Draco's eyes widened as Harry only smirked down at him, "You see Draco, I would like to make you my husband. Marry you. That way we can avoid any possible rebellion. If I can show your people that you're willing to rule by my side I can win their favor. Of course this would be beneficial for you as well. You'd be free to move anywhere in the castle, accompany me back home, anywhere I go, share my bed, have everything that you once did and more."
"You're crazy if you think I would accept." Draco shook his head as his body started to get heat up. And Harry, looking at him made his body react in a way that he hated. He could already feel his dick hardening in his pants. "I will never submit to you."
"Oh I think you will. The potion has already taken its course. Pretty soon you'll be begging for release. And with your hands bound, I'm the only one who's able to give it you, Draco, my beloved prince." The husky tone in which Harry said his name, and him calling him beloved definitely did things to him, as much as he fought against it.
Draco shut his eyes tight, maybe if he thought about something else, if he didn't look at Harry, this could pass.
"Look at me." Harry grabbed his chin and angled it upwards. Draco still had his eyes firmly closed. "Stubborn like I was told." Draco heard shuffling of clothes then silence, and then... a warm hand palmed over his clothed dick. An voluntary while broke from his throat. "Feels nice?" Draco shook his head, "No? Perhaps direct contact then." Draco's eyes snapped open at Harry's words, his pants becoming undone by his nimble hands. The moment Draco's hard cock emerged from the confines of his pants Harry's hands wrapped around it.
"God..." Draco bit his lip, struggling to keep his hips from rutting into Harry's hand. His mind was getting cloudy fast.
"See? Feels good doesn't it?" Harry moved his hand up and down, rubbing over Draco's cockhead every time. His eyes were firmly locked on Draco's. "You can be honest. In fact, it'll feel that much better if you are."
Draco lunged forward, chest heaving, sweat gathering on his forehead as his senses were overwhelmed by pleasure. Harry's hand felt like a godsend around his aching cock.
His hips started to rise and fall in tandem with Harry's strokes, "Fuck." The blonde man groaned and whined as he leaned his head back, "Holy fuck."
"Isn't that better. If you accept my offer you could have this every morning and night. And more. My mouth, my ass. How would you feel I wonder? Would you beg me to fuck you harder? Suck my cock like a street whore?" Draco actually started drooling at the thought, his mind completely overtaken by lust.
"I need to come. It... it hurts." His hips moved faster and faster.
"Good. Beg me. Beg me to let you come."
Draco clenched his teeth, "Please." He hissed.
"Hmm... no." Harry withdrew his hand while Draco's hips keep thrusting up into nothing.
Draco whined, "You... fucking bastard."
Harry smirked. He cupped Draco's cheek as his thumb pushed into Draco's mouth. He moved it back and forth in a quick pace, Draco's hateful glare battling with that of mindless pleasure as his hips still kept thrusting, his cock leaking cum from the red tip.
When Harry pulled his thumb out with a wet pop Draco took the opportunity to bite him. Harry frowned but did nothing about the prince's small act of rebellion. Judging by how easily Draco submited to the potion he mist likely didn't have high endurance, which meant that Harry would eventually wear him down.
"Think about my offer." Harry turned on his heal and walked toward the door.
"You're just gonna leave me like this!?" Draco yelled after him, and to his credit Harry did realize he forgot something.
"Oh, that's right. Sorry." He walked back to Draco, knelt down and pumped his cock a few more times, getting cum across his hand. Draco sighed but before the pleasure could take him again he saw that Harry was putting his pants back on, "I don't want you getting frostbite." Harry leaned in close and mockingly kissed Draco's cheek before exiting the room, leaving a very horny Draco behind to yell and curse at him until the walls distorted his screams.