Lightning crashed against the darkened sky illuminating his surroundings as Draco stood, bare-chested, in his study. His sweat glistened chest heaved as he panted, looking anywhere but at the ominous red seal in front of him. Thunder roared, extinguishing the lights leaving Draco alone, whimpering as the seal blazed to life before him. He could feel the heat of hellfire course through his body as a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness. Unruly black hair, vivid, scintillating, pure emerald eyes and a mischievous smirk were all Draco managed to see in the darkened room before he passed out.
Hours had passed before Draco awoke, with a start. He could feel a mouth on his cock, a snake-like tongue oscillating up and down the length of his bulging cock, teasing him.
A low sultry seductive voice purred as Draco regained his senses."My, my, you've been a bad boy, haven't you, Draco? You wanted a boyfriend, and desperate, you summoned a demon to barter your soul for one" The gentle hand cupping Draco's ass began to rub furiously as claws lightly scratched each cheek drawing crimson, turning him over. "So needy aren't you?" The demon murmured, his voice like liquid velvet, as his solid, ungodly cock pushed roughly against Draco's tight ass eliciting a soft moan of craving from his pale rose lips.
Draco pushed back on the demon, moaning in pure ecstasy as the demon roughly wanked him, it's Mephistophelian hand pumping his erect cock, already glistening with precum, long slender claw-like fingers expertly curved firmly around Draco's length. He felt as if his ass was on fire as the demon's cock pulsated and thrust deeper and deeper into Draco than he had ever imagined possible. A full day passed in blissful euphoria as the demon steadily rode him to the precipice of devilish delectation and back again. To Draco, it was sex like no other and was worth the souls of a thousand men.
As the sun emerged out over the horizon bathing their entwined bodies in pale yellow light, throwing definition on the contours of their muscular physiques, dripping in fuck sweat.
Draco began to fade in and out of blissful consciousness, exhaustion rendering his body weak and deliciously devastated at the hands on the demon's constant ravaging. He let out one last groan from somewhere deep within the pit of his stomach as he felt the incubus finally cum deep in him, filling him up with his hot devilish semen.
Waking up the next day, Draco wondered groggily if it was just a dream until he sat up. His aching muscles protested and he could feel that his ass had been thoroughly loved, ruined for anyone else but the demon. He got dressed in a daze, stumbling out to the kitchen bleary-eyed, He wasn't sure what to expect as his gaze fell on the familiar, sultry figure in front of him. The Incubus looked human, and Draco could feel himself falling in love. As the demon stood up from his baking to lock Draco in his hungry gaze, Draco could see a full English Breakfast waiting for him. Meeting the lusting eyes of emerald fire, Draco could see a lightning bolt scar on the incubus's forehead among the mess of jet black hair.
"What's your name?"
"Harry Potter" came the purred reply. "Promise me you'll stay," Draco asked nervously, the sudden realisation that this, all of this could be ripped away from him so suddenly was almost too much to bear.
"Oh, Draco, didn't you know? Once you've shagged an Incubus, they become your partner permanently" Harry replied.
Draco smiled. He had been wooed, tempted and shagged beyond all repair. He had a boyfriend finally... Albeit, a demonic one. As he settled in for breakfast, Draco mused to himself, looking forward to what the future would bring.