- This story is Lemon, SLASH/YAOI (m/m pairing), so if you don't like it you should
leave now. May contain coarse language, sexual content, rape and any other bad thing your mind and obviously mine came up
- Draco: bloody hell, what the hell was that Potter?
Harry: How am I supposed to
know malfoy, I’ve never driven before!
Draco: Potter Stop! , Stop the damn car Potter! Potter watch out!
what was that silver hexagon thingy?
Draco: I don’t know, I HAVN’T SEEN THE BACK OF A STOP SIGN BEFORE! Jeez
Harry: I guess this isn’t the best time to tell him he has oil in his hair…
this may sound stupid but isn’t the writer suppose to be giving a disclaimer here, instead of making us slash stars
give an introduction…
Harry: Isn’t that the most obvious question, with the most obvious answer?
well I didn’t think so…*Draco kiss’s Harry*
Snape: Oh can you two boy’s just get on with
the disclaimer…damn these young wizards with thier bloody hormones now a days!
Draco & Harry: Yes professor
Snape, right away…
Draco: I wonder if the writer realizes how long this is…
Harry: I wonder if
Draco or better yet the writer knows what the disclaimer is…
Snape: Fine I’ll do it you incompetent little
wizards: The writer doesn’t own anything to do with Harry potter, I thought it would have been a little obvious by now!
Well that’s not entirely true …I mean, I do own this story and all the other ones I make, and I own the power
to create what i want all of you characters to say! *Mua ha ha ha* evil laugh.Authors Note
- Ok, so this is my first Lemon attempt, and I would really like opinions! Should I give up now? Or continue writing stuff
like this? Beta News
- I have given up on Beta’s, so never ask me if you can be my beta! The answer
is a definite NO!Thanks
- I would like to thank all new and old fans of my work! *Gives everyone a golden
snitch*And let the magic begin! …
One-Shot Mine For Life
Oh the smell of his flesh, the feel of it, and the taste... almost
drives me wild. His pallid pasty flesh… was shown just for the likes of me. How it shines its death-like colour. My
eyes: consuming every bit of his body. The room was fairly spacious, slight moonlight poured through a glass dome--painted
light blue--in the mid of the ceiling. A large diffuser in the back corner set off smoke that ran along the bottom of the
whole room, and gave off a small hinting sent of black cherries. The walls were glazed with vines, and the couple doors made
of cast iron.
The boy, raven-haired… Potter--lay chained to the floor in the most exquisite position. Hands
bound down to the side of him at about a 35-degree angle. Feet pinned not far from them, bent up and in, and legs spread so
nicely. It was the perfect sight. My hands slowly crawled down his thigh, fingers slipping up the crease of where his leg
and lower body met. My now-long silver hair lightly skimmed over his now apparent erection. I see him shiver, the hatred in
his eyes, attempting to burn through me. I see the lust though. Poor Harry. Defeated by his body once again. A small grunt
rolls off his lips as he continues trying to deny his need.
“Harry,” my voice low and smooth as usual;
my hand slipping up, and thumb circling a hard nipple, “are you enjoying this?” My silver-blue eyes rolled up
to look over him with my thumb still slowly circling his nipple. I sat just between his legs, my body hovering over his small
graceful one. There was no escaping for him. He was mine. Yes. All mine. I could see him wince at my question, mind fighting
with his body. His rosy lips parting to let out a compressed leak of air, not enough sound to call a moan. Bored with the
reaction from teasing the nipple my hand would crawl up more, turning my palm to slide horizontally over his neck, thumb staying
under his jaw line. What beauty, I could mould this child and do whatever I pleased with him. He was defenceless, and horny.
My tongue slipped out tracing a line on the upside of his jaw line. Surprise: what I hear, a moan. A minute moan,
what joy! I smirked sliding my thumb up to brush firmly over his cheek, the other hand decided to join in action sliding down
his side slowly. Harry’s hips slightly began moving, a bit of an agonized expression washed over him. What was the fun
of foreplay if it weren’t torturous?
"You are enjoying this aren’t you?"
The hand around his neck
slid away; as I leaned up to lightly lick his stomach, one finger just treading the boys’ hole. With that I heard the
most delicious sound, a sort of moaning gasp. It was music, beautiful music. Once more I would lightly slide my finger over
him, just to hear that wondrous sound. ‘Oh yes... this child...’ I could just eat him. His head tilted back with
just enough angles to look so exotic from where I was sitting. I could feel my arousal starting to throb as I slipped two
fingers in to stretch that tight ring of muscle. And his whimper, his compressed cry for help…slight scream of pain
and gasp of invasion, all mixing into one wonderful song, which floated above me. I took a deep breath in savouring it all
as my tongue slowly slid up his hard cock. I could see him shiver, hips bucking up in need.
He had such difficulty saying my name. Such a stubborn boy, he should know he would never win over
the snake. So very amusing, he still refused to give into me. That would change though... my fingers slipped out.
That question was far from needed. I yearned to be inside him since I'd seen him, and now... I needed that
satisfaction. Hands straddled his upper chest, body hovering over it once again. I could see the fear in his eyes, the lust,
the need, and the hatred. All wonderful emotions; I trusted in giving off a bit of a grunt. He was so tight, my cock deliciously
wrapped in a sweet warm velvet case. His head tipped back screaming in utter pain. I swear I could have came right there.
Chains were clashing. In an attempt to pull away, but a failed attempt.
Another thrust followed slowly, gradually
loosening him as he continued to squirm and whimper. His chest was heaving in deadly. Breathing so very off. His body must
be quite confused, to hate this or love it. I picked up the pace, now slamming deep inside of him. Muttering out a slight
moan as I did so. His hole so tight, so warm, so wonderful. He was starting to loosen; either that or the blood was becoming
a lubricant. It was always the best lubricant in my opinion. ‘Yes… warm blood.’ My eyes rolled up to watch
his pained expression curl in fear, panicking and needing free yet yearning to stay.
Red… the skin breaking
open upon the silver blade that slid across his chest, my tongue digging deep into the wound upon its opening as I threw away
the blade. ‘Gods yes...’ I shifted my position inside the other and pulled out slowly, so just my head was in,
slamming back in against that sweet spot. My ears were pleased with the response to this… a yelp of pleasure, and pain.
By this time the sweat glistened his body, his breathing unstructured into pants, hands attempting to find something to grab,
but only being held back by the chains.
I grinned at this and slammed into him, hitting that spot over and over. The
same riveting noises were heard, only to be inclining in volume as I continued. I could see him bite his lip, wanting to keep
everything in. Though the look on his face told me… it would be coming soon.
"Draco..." he squealed, bucking
his hips up a bit, eyes closing tightly, "oh… yes fuck me… hard... yes please right there..."
My body rolled
up slightly to kneel semi straight as I pushed into him, still continuously hitting that spot inside him. My orgasm: so close.
I let my tongue roll over the boys’ head, his cock twitching in need as I did so, and his grunts and groans cracking
at each lick. He was close too! I could feel it. Hovering back over, my hands wrapping around his neck tightly as I drove
myself into him as hard as I could. ‘Ah... a fragile creature gasping for air... beauty at it's best.’
body moved with my thrusts, just enough to rub his cock against my chest. His struggling pleasure plea’s cracking into
gasps for life. ‘It was so... there was no word to describe this.’ I let my hands slide off just in time, feeling
the warmth on my chest. His cum shooting out in strings of four or five, body trembling, and the most perfect pitched squeal.
My seed soon filled him, enough that some slightly leaked out, falling down his beautiful skin. He was indeed mine... all...
- So, How did everyone like my first Lemon? Good? Bad? I don’t know, you
tell me ^_^