Driven by Desire
Driven by Desire
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Disclaimer:
bold\'>Not mine (Obviously), no profit etc…
Aut>Author:
bold\'>Slytheriny aka. Necromant
Pairingan
style=\'font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Verdana\'>: Draco/Lucius
Word
Count: 1850(ish
Rating : NC-17
Warning : Incest, Chan, Same sex, Masturbation…
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The Dark Lord’s suspecting a traitor amongst our mist, I too am not adverse to
the idea, sometimes perceive a seditious attitude from some of the newest
followers... But how could the Dark Lord put me with the suspected list? –
Humph! I was one of the first to
support his glorious mission to get rid of the filthy mudbloods!
too join! Hell! I was the one who
suggested the pseudonym of Death Eaters!
~
With
those infuriating thoughts in my mind I urge my aching legs to lead me to my
mansion, were I’ll probably find an empty cold bed and my young Dragon sleeping
– lately he’s been having a taciturn attitude. He’s been distancing himself
from any sort of company for a month now. I can’t fathom why – maybe it’s
because his mother left… yes that
must be the reason. Maybe I should talk to him - but not today…
When I
enter the manor my assumptions are confirmed. An eerie silence welcomes me from
the day’s hard work. I got too used to the usual lecture Cissa usually gave me
after such a meeting, this silence almost makes me want to scream – almost,
Malfoy’s are men of honor. She used to
ask a million questions, to which I always placated her curiosity by a simple
‘yes’ or ‘no’. Our relationship wasn’t based on love – no, it was solely due to
my father’s ingenious plotting, to keep the Malfoy family pure blooded.
She left
me a few months ago, when she drugged me with veritaserum with the intention to
make me tell her where I put the Gringott’s key for my family’s special vault –
she only managed to make me reveal the fact that I was gay.
I feel so
exhausted – I stumble into the deserted bedroom and collapse on the awfully
soft bed.
As I lay
on the bed, a flood of flashbacks from today’s meeting pervade my mind – just
like in a muggle cinema, vivid memories starts playing uninterruptedly.
The Dark
Lord’s crimson eyes filled with wrath flash on the screen, his deformed face
spitting pungent words from his lipless mouth. Cowering Death Eaters lie on the
floor flinching with his every word.
How could
a man’s appearance change so drastically? He used to be one of the most
handsome young men of my time at Hogwarts – I can still recall the mind blowing
sex we used to have before my father betrothed me with Narcissa.
The picture
my mind’s playing changes abruptly from the cold fearful horror one to a hot
erotic scene, where two gorgeous teenage naked bodies lie entangled together
dancing the passion dance. I can’t keep my hands from roaming down my body to
unzip the trousers. My cock is already half erect, demanding attention. It
takes only a few strokes to coax it to full hardness – it’s been an awful long
time since I last had any sort of physical relationship. I need this, I repeat
to myself, I need to release all the pent up ton. on.
I proceed
to take off my expensive garments and place them on a nearby chair. I lie back
on the bed, enjoying the feel on my naked skin rubbing with the red satin
sheets.
The
images come back into my mind, this time I picture myself and Severus – our
first teenage grope in the broom shed. His imaginary hands are playing my fervent
body expertly like a true master, making me moan loud and feel my sacks tighten
– Then, suddenly, I hear a gasp coming from the bedroom’s main entrance door.
I freeze
in mid action and feeling extremely apprehensive my face turns upwards. The
sight that greets me almost makes me crawl out of the bed and crack my head on
the wall. My son’s flushed face was looking keenly at me with parted lips and
half lidded eyes. What made me take a double look was his hand, which was
situated on his crotch… rubbing – apparently the show affected him as well.
For the
first time in my life, I didn’t know what to do – I still had my incredibly
hard member in my hand. His lust glazed eyes are baring a hole in my soul,
that’s already been tainted with past horrendous unspeakable acts. He stands
there, looking like a sacramental virgin waiting to be ravished – I can’t
believe I’m having such indecent thoughts about my son.
“Draco,”
I manage to rasp out, “What are …”
Only to
be interrupted by an unexpected moan, I look down and see that his hand is
still rubbing his swelling groin. This sight is enough to make me drip pre-cum.
Now I’m loosing all kind of coherent thoughts, my world is on fire and I know
I’m fighting a loosing battle.
He keeps
silent, releasing deep breaths every now and then. After few seconds he
approaches the bed, taking off his pajama top, revealing a sinfully pale skin
and two pinky buds that are screaming to be licked.
I move to
a seated position, oblivious to the fact that I’m naked in front of my son,
who’d just thrown the top on the floor and is proceeding to take of his
trousers.
“What are
you doing?” I inquire, afraid of the possible answers he might give.
He looks
at me with hungry eyes and throws his head back groaning, exposing his delectable
neck. My throat constricts and I don’t know what to do. He’s barely fifteen
years old – but my body is having some thoughts of its own.
He
reaches the four poster bed, at an alarming distance and takes off his
trousers, with his wolfish grey eyes locked with mine. I can’t help myself – I
look at his protruding (quite well endowed for his age) erection, which is
currently fiercely red with passion, and notice that he’s leaking too.
“You’re
so hot like that,” he says, worrying his lower lip in his sinful mouth between
his teeth, “I’m aching to touch you.”
Those few
words marked the contract of my doom, his wet red lips were blaring to be
ravished – I obediently complied.
He closed
the small distance separating our naked bodies and ran his hand trough my long
hair, sending shock waves of pleasure down my spine. I wrapped my arms around
his waist and drew him, facing me, on my lap with his legs dangling at the
sides of my waist, where I immorally kissed him.
The first
brush of lips tasted of innocence, making me think of heaven. But the thought
of heaven soon left my mind as I recalled that I was kissing my own son, my own
blood. I couldn’t help myself – my tongue sneaked out and ran along his lower
lip, making him open his luscious mouth, offering me the perfect opportunity to
plunge by corruptive tongue in his unsullied mouth.
I’m getting
a taste of what Hell will be like, feeling the ardent flames scorching my flesh,
feeling like a wicked demon, enjoying the taste of his own flesh and blood.
He starts
rocking his hips, making our erections touch sending shivers down our bodies.
His breath is coming out jerky and I know he’s not far from reaching release.
I push
him off me, resisting the unbecoming urge to whimper at the loss, and roll him
flat on the huge bed. He looks nervous now, hell
I’m nervous too, but I can’t stop right now – besides his cock still needs a
few administrations.
When I
engulf his hard length in my mouth he arches his hips and start hissing what
sounded like Parseltongue – if only… I still his hips and continue with my
present task, I lick all the way down his tightened sacks, feeling his pulse in
my mouth. He’s about to come and I can’t hold back from humming. His eyes roll
back in pleasure and hisses ‘Luciusss’ – it’s the first time he called me by my
given name.
I leave
him recover from the mind shattering orgasm and take heed of my aching member,
which is demanding immediate attention. With my sweaty hand I start fisting it,
moaning in the process but his hands on mine made me stop.
With a
throaty voice he boldly said “Stop, I – I want to feel you, fuck me please”. At
this stage I was only driven by desire and the thought of thrusting my cock in
his tight channel was all that took me to make my resolve – besides I never
denied my son anything.
He turned
on his stomach and opened his legs - I have the sudden ing ing that this isn’t
his first time he did this.
“Tell me Draco,
have you ever done this before?” I
inquire as I grab my wound and mutter a cleaning and lubrification spell to his
pinky puckering hole.
His
laughter rambles in the room. “You still think I’m a bloody virgin?” he laughs
more, “After I gave you that show?” he bursts into more hysterical laughter and
then stops abruptly, get on his fours, and his tone changes into a hoarse
serious one “I’ve been having indecent thoughts a you you before mum left us.
No, father, I’m not a virgin, and since you’re always willing to give me
everything just stop talking and bloody fuck me before I come again!”
As he
said those words I looked down and noticed his hand fisting his hard-again
shaft – blessed teen’s stamina. My nerves are on fire again, sertsert the first
finger and second one, trying to make him relax but when I try to insert the
third finger he stops me and wantonly begs me to fuck him wriggling his arse.
I
position my cock and push, feeling the muscle rings of his channel stretch
around my shaft. He lets out a muffled scream, a mix between and ‘ahhh’ and a
‘yesss’.
He is so
tight and his head thrown back like that makes me want to come hard inside of
him. When I am fully sheathed I stop, enjoying the feel of his flesh around
mine. When words like ‘your son’, ‘molester’, and ‘corrupter’ start making some
sense in my mind, he starts clenching his arse, erasing the significance of
those words and urging me to start pounding in him. His body jerks with every
thrust and he’s making such delicious noises that I can’t resist and take his
cock in my hands and fist him in tempo with my thrusts. I am the first one to
come, filling him with my seed – the same seed that made him. Then he comes
after a few more strokes, tainting the red sheets with white come.
Once I’m
on my back lying on the bed, the reality of what I have done, comes crashing
down on me. He looks at me with a smug grin and whispers “Next time I want to
be on top.” I was never submissive, not even with the Dark Lord, but for my son
I can make an exception… - I’m doomed.