Daimons

AChapter 15

Draco stared down at Tyler as the tot slept peacefully. Brushing the hair from the boy’s forehead Draco felt an overwhelming sensation of love, the desire to provide the boy with his every need, to fulfill every desire, and to protect him from all harm. He pondered if all fathers felt this way about their children. He snickered. He knew that most brothers did not feel this way. Leaving the door slightly ajar, Draco went into the kitchen to fix him a cup of tea. He had questions and was hoping to get a few answers from Francis.

Settling comfortably in ‘his’ chair he cleared his throat. Francis casually turned a page of the book she was reading and ignored Draco. Clearing his throat a second time, Francis marked her book and looked over her wire rimmed glasses, which were sitting on the tip of her nose.

“Is there something you wish to talk about Draco?”

He had to clear his throat a third time before he found his voice. “Yes there is.” He swallowed hard, part of him afraid of what may be brought to light. “Would you answer some questions about Tyler?”

There was a minute smile on her lips and her eyes seemed to sparkle. “If I have the answers I would be more than pleased to tell you. But remember, most of Tyler’s story is not a pleasant one.”

Draco shook his head, he already was aware that Tyler’s first few years of life were miserable.

“You said that his mother committed suicide, could we start there?”

“She was very young when she had Tyler. Her family had disowned her when they found out she was pregnant. She was far too long in the pregnancy for her to abort and knowing what I know about Alice, I doubt that she would have even considered it. She had a kind heart and a gentle soul. Too gentle, I think. She became overwhelmed with taking care of a baby and trying to support the two of them. She had no one to lean on, even her faith turned their back on her.” Francis removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes. “I will forever be convinced that she thought by killing herself that she would be giving her child a better life.”

“Couldn’t the father have helped?”

Francis shook her head sadly. “She was spending Halloween at her friend’s house when she had a terrible spat with her hostess. Deciding to walk home in the middle of the night, rather to spend another moment there, she was attacked by a group of masked men and was continually raped until morning. Embarrassed at what happened she kept it a secret until she couldn’t hide the outcome of that evening.”

“Tyler?!”

“Yes.”

“Did they ever find out who the men were?” His mouth had gone dry and the tea tasted bitter on his tongue.

“No, they had no idea who they were.”

Draco sat silently for a long time, staring at his hands that were folded in his lap. Francis waited patiently until he looked up with tears in his eyes. “I know I’m young but is there a way I could legally adopt Tyler?”

“Do you have a full understanding of what ‘adoption’ entails?”

“Yes, yes I believe I do. There is nothing in the world I want more than to be Tyler’s father.” ‘Except,’ he thought, ‘to be Ron’s husband.’ He wiped his nose with the sleeve of his shirt as he looked pleadingly at Francis.

“If that is truly what you wish, I will see what I can do to help. Understand this, young man, it will take a miracle for you to gain legal custody of the boy and the moment I feel your resolve weaken, I shall withdraw all my help. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” There is a singular moment in time when one changes his destiny. This was Draco’s moment. From that moment on, Draco was no longer the self-centered, egotistical, tyrannical boy of Hogwarts but a responsible, reliable, caring adult. The world was his oyster and he planned to enjoy every moment of it. After adopting Tyler he would go back to Hogwarts and win Ron’s heart.

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Miriam played with the hair on Neville’s chest. He breathed heavily he stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. A sated look was on both of their faces.

“That was… brilliant,” he finally said.

Her head lay on his chest, while her tongue darted out and toyed with his hardened nipple. Her fingers traveled down the flat of his stomach until the combed through the thick curly hair that surrounded his cock.

“This,” her long fingers barely was able to surround the width of her lovers cock, “made me very happy.” She leaned on one arm to stare into the depth of Neville’s eyes. “But this,” she placed the flat of her palm over his heart, “has made me feel loved.”

He lifted his head to capture her lips with his. “I know you’re a few years older than me and that I am still in school and I don’t have any prospects and I’m not good-looking and…” She placed two fingers over his mouth to silence him.

“Please get to the point.” She giggled.

“I would like you to go steady with me and once I graduate we would become engaged with the understanding that we would be getting married.” The words rushed.

‘Marriage to Neville?’ she thought. ‘True she was almost a decade older than him but he had a youthful exuberance about him. She knew that he loved her but what about her. How did she feel about him?’ She brushed the back of her fingers up and down his slightly bearded jaw. ‘It was also true that she had never felt this way about any of her paramours. Could it be love? Yes, there was a real chance that she could be in love with Neville but she had to be sure. She didn’t want to break his heart if at all possible.’

“Neville, I care for you deeply,” she began.

“But you don’t feel the same way… I’ve heard it before.” He threw the blanket off as he tried to crawl out of bed only to find a Daimon sitting on his chest.

“No matter how long we are together, don’t ever… ever… put words into my mouth,” Miriam growled out. “As I was saying, before you rudely interrupted me… I may be in love with you but since I have never been in love before I want to be sure how I feel before I say yes to you.”

“You… may… say… yes?”

“I may. Until then we’ll go on dates, to dances, and what every hormonal boy does at seventeen… have sex.” She rubbed her bare ass over his interested organ. “I love you Neville Longbottom but give me time to be sure I’m ‘in’ love with you.”

He grabbed her by her narrow waist and flipped her on her back. He held her hands over her head and his cock was aiming at his mark, readying for penetration.

“I’m going to fuck you hard now. So hard that you’ll forget every other lover you ever had. From now on, when we're having sex, I’ll be the one in charge. It will be my decision on what we do and how we do it.”

Damn. That tone Neville was using was turning her on. Wrapping her long legs around his waist, she tried to pull him into her. She felt a sharp slap on the right cheek of her buttocks.

“I’m in charge. Remember that,” he said with self-confidence that he had never felt before. He was true to his word. As he drove his cock into her he drove out every thought of every man she had ever been with. Her world was Neville and his lovely cock doing incredible things to her.

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Harry paced frantically the length of Rose Marie’s living room. Miriam went about her business of cleaning and cooking while Harry vented. The first time Harry did this she sat patiently listening to his rant until he wore himself out. Now she pretty much ignored him until all his energy was depleted and he could sit and have a calm conversation.

After twenty minutes, Harry took a long breath as if he was getting his second wind when he stopped. Stopped ranting, stopped pacing and stood like a statue in the middle of her room.

“Are you finished?” she asked.

“Forgot what I was going to say.” He laughed. “Yeh, I guess I’m finished for the day.”

“Good. I have dinner finished. Sit and we can have a real conversation about what is bothering you.”

He found his mouth watering when he saw the roast beef dinner that was waiting for him.

“Looks good, thank you.” He enjoyed a few bites before he started to explain to Rose Marie what was bothering her. “Because of Gavin we know that a whole muggle town was killed by a potion he put in the water supply. We also know that Hogsmeade is his next target. How do I save everyone? If we save this one town will we be able to save the next? There are so many lives at stake. I can’t save them all. No matter what I do people will die.”

“Harry,” she placed a reassuring hand on his, “understand right now, you will not be able to save everyone and it won’t be your fault.”

“Then who?”

“Sometime you’re awfully dense,” she teased looking at Harry’s blank face. “Voldemort, you moron, it will be his fault if there are any deaths. If something happened to Remus, God forbid, I would blame the person who is responsible for his death, not Dumbledore, or Armstrong, or the savior of the wizarding world. Voldemort, I’ll blame him and his cohorts. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied meekly.

“Now for the rest of your problem, they plan on killing a town with a potion. Well it seems that we have available a world renowned Potions Master among us. Who, if we ask nicely, might be able to find an antidote.”

“Snape!” He slapped his forehead. “You are right… I am a moron. I’ll go over right away.”

“Harry, finish your dinner. It’s nearing midnight and I don’t think Armstrong would be pleased to be woken at this hour.”

“You’re probably right. I’ll go over first thing in the morning… if that’s all right with you Rose.”

“That’s acceptable.” In the middle of her smiling at Harry, she grabbed her stomach and winced.

He was by her side if a flash. “Rose, are you okay.”

“It’s the baby…”

“I’ll get Madam Pomfrey…”

“No Harry, the baby moved is all. Would you like to feel?”

“You sure it’s okay for me to?”

“Harry, just give me your hand.” She placed his hand where she felt movement.

“That’s her?”

“Yes.”

Harry felt a white heat go up his arm and directly into his groin. Startled he jumped quickly back.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes… it startled me, that’s all.” He couldn’t help wonder why he kept getting a hard on when he touched Rose. It’s true that she had been there for every crisis. She was loving, caring and beautiful; what was there not to love? She was also Remus’ wife. He shouldn’t be having these feeling for his surrogate godfather's wife, it wasn’t right. He also made a promise to help her in any way he could. He’d have to somehow distance himself without hurting her feelings and still keep an eye on her. He wondered if life ever was easy.

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Armstrong had been leaning against the door for well over an hour just staring at his naked husband, who was peacefully sleeping. Even though the night air was chilly, Severus had earlier had a hot flash and was only able to get to sleep once he discarded his blankets. He learned the first week in his marriage that wearing nightwear to bed was useless. He would no doubt find his clothes ripped from his body and the remnants tossed about the room. Going naked to bed saved time and money. First, Armstrong could get to the task on hand and, secondly, Severus wouldn’t have to go out weekly and buy new sleepwear. If he was honest with himself, which Severus seldom was, he would admit he loved waking up with his husband's body wrapped around his with nothing in between.

Armstrong knew that he should cover his husband up before he got a chill but he was so beautiful; he couldn’t get enough of looking at him. The way his black hair spread across their pillow, the long lean body sprawled on the bed, and the protruding bump that Severus had a protective hand on. Never was Severus as beautiful as he was at this moment. Armstrong thought his heart would burst with all the love he felt for this man and the children he was carrying. He was the dominant in this relationship but it was Severus that ruled his heart.

Armstrong watched as Severus rolled silently onto his back, his legs slightly apart. It seemed to be an offer that Armstrong wasn’t going to ignore. Stealthy he climbed between Severus’ legs. Armstrong licked his lips hungrily as he eyed the offering that lay limp across Severus’ thigh. With his broad tongue he swished across the very tip of his husband’s cock. He chuckled softly as he watched it twitch in anticipation. While touching the slave bar he took the length of the cock deep into his throat until his nose nuzzled in the soft hair of Severus’ crotch. He wasn’t going to let his husband come until he heard him beg him nicely. Even in bed Severus still tried to control his emotions but tonight Armstrong was going to be sure his mate lost all control; to give into all the feeling he had bottled up.

Severus arched off the bed and woke with a moan as his cock enlarged in the throat of his husband. He would have come then if it wasn’t for that damn slave bar. There was nothing he hated and loved in this world as much as that damn thing that went through his scrotum, which included his husband, who at the moment he would love to kill.

“Arm…” He slid his fingers in the wild mane of his husband as he tried to thrust into his mouth. Armstrong would have none of that and held his hips down. “Damn you, man,” Severus moaned.

Broad fingers slid pass the tight ring of muscles and easily found the prostrate. Stroking the little nub in his husband, Armstrong continued his attack on the gorgeous cock in his mouth. The Daimon felt his husband neared climax at least four times, by the way Severus shuttered under him. The names he was called were vile and mean but only made him giggle as he sucked on the head of the reddened cock, sucking the come that was flowing from the head.

Severus knuckles were white as he held onto the headboard for support. He swore out loud that Armstrong was a dead man walking that once he had his orgasm that he would feed him his balls, tear him from limb to limb and never, ever have sex with him again.

All along Armstrong made love to him and waited patiently for the one word that give Severus what he wanted. Releasing the swollen member from his mouth he looked at Severus and gave him a clue to what he wanted.

“If, perhaps, you didn’t call me every foul name you can think of and ask me nicely you might get what you want.”

“Damn you!” Severus screamed. “Would you PLEASE let me come?”

“All you had to do was ask, darling.” Armstrong got on his knees and slipped into the cavity that was made only for him. No matter how many time he fucked his husband it always felt like being home.

This wouldn’t take long. A few dozen hard strokes and Arm was ready to release his sperm into the depths of his husband. He released the spell on the slave bar second before his own orgasm over took him. All the seed that was building up in his sacks was released with such force that the wall behind the bed was drenched with come. Severus’ was covered with his own milky white substance. He wanted to hex his mate but had no strength to move his arms.

Armstrong fetched a hot bowl of water and lovingly washed his husband clean. The more Severus felt the soft cloth caress his body the less angry he was with his husband. By the time the Daimon was finished Severus was nearly asleep and welcomed the warmth of his husband wrapped about him. As he snuggled closer to his husband the words left his lips before he thought. “I love you.” Damn, why couldn’t he control his emotions when it came to Arm?

“And I you.” The Daimon kissed Severus a fond goodnight.