Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommended both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.
This story takes place after the war.
LEMONS EVERYWHERE! SLASH BTW!
Blaise POV
Drawing myself away from her side was the hardest thing that I've ever had the displeasure of doing.
Her big bright eyes were so full of regret and fear as Draco and I sort of flipped out, and I felt sick with guilt. It was horrible, but the sight of her so much as touching another, let alone actually enjoying it threw us both completely off-kilter, and I damn near lost my mind trying to keep myself in my seat.
She just looked so happy in the arms of another, and it made everything around me feel so real. The uncertainty, the jealousy, the fear of her leaving me. It all was forced to the forefront of my mind.
It didn't matter if they were friends or not.
It didn't matter if they had known each other for years.
Hell, it didn't matter that he was her sworn protector.
He was still touching something that belonged to me, and I was not having it.
And, of course, sensing my discomfort, and his own jealousy raging within himself, Draco reacted, and phased first, drawing out my vampiric nature, and before I knew it, we were both standing, hackles risen and a promise of death etched into our eyes.
But, like the good submissive lover that she was, she came to us, and comforted me in a way that I couldn't quite describe.
It wasn't motherly, but it wasn't sexual either.
Not that I didn't have those urges, because let me tell you, it was almost impossible to stop my more domineering, overbearing side from rising to the surface, and fucking my girl continuously until she was swollen with my child, barefoot and pregnant.
What?
She would be a great mother; I could just tell. I couldn't wait until we had finished school.. Maybe even before that. I suppose whenever she was ready to take that extra step in life. But still, my desires for her ranged from downright sinful to comforting. I wanted her to feel at home with me. To feel comfortable enough in and around me that she could be honest with me, and not be fearful or worried about what I would say or do in retaliation.
I knew I was the more dominant one in our triad. Draco was well aware of that fact, too. I mean, when we would fuck, he would always bottom to me, unless we were feeling adventurous, and switched around.
That didn't necessarily mean he was more feminine than I was or whatever. He was still dangerous. He was still a hunter. He just liked cock in his ass sometimes, and that was okay. I didn't mind it either. We were versatile lovers, and I was proud to be the one to share it with our girl, who I could smell was a virgin.
You know, novices always had a different, more innocent scent about them, but her.. She was different. I don't even know if she had kissed a man before, let alone actually having been fucked by one, and the thought alone had my eyes bleeding a deep red.
I felt Draco's hand press in between my shoulder blades, and I turned to him, immediately noticing the heady lust in his eyes. It was always like this with him - the physical irritation that he felt would always convert to intense springs of lust whenever we were alone.
Not that he didn't fuck around with other people, because he did, prior to meeting Evie, of course, but for some reason, he always ended up in my bed. The darkness in his eyes, the tightness in his jeans. These were all things that I was used to, and I knew as well as the back of my hand.
He pressed feverish kisses to the back of my head, and I felt a forced smirk make its way onto my face. "She got to you too, huh?"
He glanced away, staring angry holes into my dark bedroom wall, and I chuckled, to myself, of course, before grasping the side of his head, firmly, in my hands, and forcing him to face me. I sighed, heavily, before stating, "Don't worry.. I'll take care of you" and I pulled him in to heated, messy kiss.
Pushing his further up the length of my bed, I pressed him into the sheets, feeling the cool, crisp bedding cool my heated skin in the most delicious of ways.
"She's.." he groaned, pushing his groin against my own, "She's gonna be the death of me, Blaise, I swear it."
"Going to, Draco," I corrected, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. He tugged off his shirt, revealing his pale, ethereal torso to me, and I couldn't help myself. Smirking, I descended, sucking harshly on the expanse of skin above his clavicle, darkening the area, and swirling my tongue in his collarbone, drawing breathy, shuddering groans from him.
My hands were everywhere; flittering over his sides, cupping his ass, pinching, pulling, clawing, digging at everything I could reach. He sighed, running his fingers through my hair, once more, as I bit and licked around his nipple, drawing gasps and moans from the young Veela.
"Stop playing with me," he rolled his hips, trying to create some kind of friction between us, "I cant stand it."
Nodding, understandingly, I peeled his slacks from his body, discarding them clean across the room, knowing full well that he had 16 other pairs just like it, and went about exploring the familiar area. He wore black tight-fitting boxer-briefs, and I saw his length throb and pulse under my inspection, and I licked my lips, staring directing into his eyes as I kissed and nipped around his upper thighs.
He hiccupped, "Please, Blaise.. I cant" and tugged at my inky black hair, running his blunt nails through my scalp, and I smirked into my current kiss, which wasn't even an inch away from his long, thick length.
"You want me to suck you off, Draco?" I asked, while tugging his underwear off, throwing them out of the way, then reclining back on my knees, watching his writhe and twist in my sheets.
His skin was so much paler now, stark against the black sheets that enveloped us, and it was moments like these that his true Veela heritage was obvious.
To me, at least.
He growled in annoyance over how long I was taking, while marvelling at his body, and I apologised in the only way I knew how.
By making him cum, of course.
Faster than the speed of light, I had him is heated appendage in my balmy hands, swirling my tongue around the head of his flushed cock, I heard his sharp intake of breath, and, internally, I smirked, however right now, I had shit to do.
Draco liked it quick, he hated it when I drew it out like this.
Hastily, I pressed messy, wet kisses all along his easily 8 and a half inch cock, feeling his shudder and thrash beneath me. Collecting his heavy cock back onto my tongue, feeling his thick pre-cum coat it, and I swallowed.
Like always.
What can I say? There was something satisfying about giving oral pleasure. Having my partner writhe and squirm beneath me, all because of the actions of my mouth and tongue. It was truly a gratifying experience. Honestly, I can say that I preferred giving orgasms this way, rather than penetration, simply because I could take my time.
Whenever I was fucking someone, I always lost control of myself, and ended up biting them, taking their blood away, whether they signed up for it or not. It wasn't like I wanted to act that way, I just did, and it made me uncomfortable to lose so much control over myself. I could fuck someone with my tongue for hours and not get bored.
Seriously.
Doing this to Draco made me wonder a few things, though.
Was Evelyn a screamer? Did she like being eaten out? Where was she particularly sensitive? Was she against foreplay, or did she relish in it? Had she ever touched herself before? Did she even know what a cock looked like? Would she handle me carefully, or take me by surprise?
Would she scream my name as I fucked her, or would she be insolently silent, quashing her cries by biting on her tongue, or burying her face in my shoulder?
I wouldn't let her, of course. She was mine, and my own expressed themselves without embarrassment, but of course, I would have to break her out of that bothersome habit.
What turned her on? What turned her off? Did she have any preferences?
I had no qualms with my sexuality; I wondered if she would, though.
Would she stage a coo when she found out that Draco and I fuck on occasion? Would she be upset or angry that Draco and I have, and still do, enjoy each others bodies? Would she be the jealous type?
Oh the thought of her biting down on my neck, drawing blood from me, in an act of pure ownership and jealousy had my balls tightening in ways that drove crazy.
"What are you thinking about, Draco?" I asked, wondering why his brows were drawn so tightly together, and his lip was drawn into his mouth, nibbling on it, once in a while, as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He stammered, clearly not aware of his surroundings, and too far gone in pleasure to truly understand what he was saying.
"I-I think about," he paused, rolling his hips in time with my movements, trying to get it over with, "I'm thinking about her."
Without pausing, I jerked his velvety dick between my fingers, popping my mouth off of his cock, and sat up, feeling my mouth salivate at the very thought of her. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and I prompted, "What does she do in your thoughts, Draco?"
Inhaling, sharply, he whined, before answering, shakily, "She.. She's always just there. Watching us fuck. She likes it."
Breathing out a sigh, I slid forward, removing my hands from his cock, momentarily, drawing a disapproving whine from him, and reaching over to my bedside table, and pulling out a small bottle of lube. He helped me undress, literally tearing through my shirt with a small groan, Please, Blaise, hurry, and as soon as I was bare, I squirted it onto my palm and coated the length of my throbbing cock.
"Tell me about it, Draco.. Tell me what she does," I whispered in his ear, biting, bluntly, anything I came into contact with, and grasped his thighs with my slick hands, resting his calves on my chiselled waist, and slapped his ass, sharply, creating a brusque red outline of my fingers on his pale cheeks. He threw his arms over my broad shoulders, and I pressed myself closer to him, our abdomens slicking together through our pre-cum, sweat and the remnants of lube that was dripping between us, from my dick. I grasped my length and lined myself up to his perfectly shaped ass.
"She likes riding you, Blaise, her tits bouncing as she rolls on your thick cock. She whines and groans as you thrust into her willing body, and when she cums, she's magnificent," he paused, "She likes having you tongue her while I watch."
At his words, I couldn't stop myself from sinking into him. I knew I probably should have prepped him with my fingers and my tongue, taking my sweet time with him, but I just didn't have the willpower to stop.
Plus, he liked it a little rough.
Or so he said, anyway.
And the heat that greeted me was scorching me alive.
"Merlin!" I growled into his ear, and he tightened his hold on me. This was always my favourite part. The first thrust into my partner, be they a man or a woman. It was pure bliss, and I loved it.
"Harder, harder, Blaise," Draco groaned, meeting my every thrust with a sharp snap of his own hips, of which I had a steel-like grip on, anyway. Rolling onto my back, taking him with me, I felt him impale himself on me, like the cock hungry fucker he was.
He rocked on me, his hands in his hair, tugging at the silky blonde strands, his ass like supple stone in my hands, and I saw his marble, velvety cock standing at full attention between us. His pre-cum leaked onto my lower stomach, creating slick trails of bitter fluid against my hard abdomen, and I fisted his cock in my hands, moving them out of sync with my thrusts into his pliant body, creating a paradox of sensations, and felt the moment in which he came.
His steely grey eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his body seemed to constrict, then his magic expanded, colliding with my own, rippling through the air between us, caressing my magic with its warmth, and that threw him off the edge. He groaned, loud, wanton and needy, BLAISE, FUCK!"
At this sight, and the scent of his own climax brought mine on, and I came inside of my blonde lover, drawing him close to me, as I thrust, vivaciously, into his tight ass, milking the rest of my orgasm, emptying myself into him, with a loud, growled cry of "DRACO!," and I couldn't stop my already dislodged fangs from sinking into his neck, and drawing the delectable ambrosia from his body, with each lap, my orgasm intensified, pulsating from the base of my cock, coating his very insides with my thick cum, my blunter nails embedded in his lower back and shoulder, creating crescent shaped marks in his skin.
The good thing about when I fed is that in those few moments, it was only me and my partner. It was all about them; their blood sustaining me, their bodies pliant and complacent beneath my own. The sensations of my feeding and my shallow thrusts brushing against Draco's prostate, over and over again, the sensations against my own prick made my nerves shudder in pure pleasure, causing a second orgasm to build in the pedestal of both of our spines, and when he came, he screamed, his own canines embedding in my skin, although he didn't feed. He didn't need to.
He liked to bite; he liked to mark. He was a natural born dominant, so I couldn't blame him. He was more animalistic than I was.
It took a while, but I ended up slipping out of him, immediately missing the encasing heat that clasped me in an unforgiving grip. I drew the sheet over my body, pulling him to lie besides me, and I pressed a loving kiss behind his ear, and feeling him chuckle into the skin of my clammy, cum-covered chest. I waved my wand, casting a quick Scourgify, and feeling the magic cleanse my body.
"You are such an asshole, you know," he murmured, and I couldn't exactly turn around and tell him he was wrong. I did have asshole tendencies.
"I know," I conceded, and he laughed, momentarily, before admitting, "I don't know.. I don't know what it is about her, but she drives me crazy. I get so horny when I think about her, then the next minute I want to tear off the heads of all of the men who so much as look at her. I feel so conflicted, all of the time, and its driving me insane. I'm going to end up in St Mungo's, I swear."
Again, I couldn't tell him I was wrong, and agreed, "She's going to be the end of us," then after a moment, I admitted, "But what a way to go, huh?"
His laughter was my only answer.
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