Crimson Nectar

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It is always a lonely life amongst the nightwalker’s they had told him. Lonely and forever.

As always, Draco Malfoy chose his own path just the same.

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Harry Potter felt a pair of eyes watching him as he waded from the shore. He shuddered as he lowered himself into the lakes dark waters, students were not “technically” allowed to swim in the black lake, and certainly not allowed to take a midnight skinny dip as Harry had decided upon; but the boy who lived pretty much followed his own rules without fear of reprisal.

He was beginning to regret his decision though. Something just didn’t feel right.....

Then he saw him.

A solitary figure stood on the lake’s bank, silhouetted in the moonlight and Harry found himself drawn towards the shoreline. His unknown guest’s unnatural beauty attracting him steadily closer. A boy, tall and aristocratic with exquisite features and platinum hair. The only flaw in the perfection presenting itself to him being the way the wind had tousled the silky blond locks.

“Malfoy??” Harry whispered uncertainly, squinting to get a better look even as he moved quickly to be free of the water.

It couldn’t be. Draco Malfoy had been dead for over a year now. He had been killed in the last battle with Voldermort.

An unbidden voice echoed in Harry’s head, snidely taunting him and removing any doubt. "Do you really think you can run from me Potter?"

Draco moved stealthily closer to the edge of the lake. Harry’s mouth fell open, and a startled cry broke the silence. Now he knew the one blocking his escape from the water. Shivering, his eyes followed the blonds’ smoky gaze as it ran from him to the pile of clothing crumpled near Draco's feet. Harry knew, and he had never been so afraid in all his life.

Harry’s voice sounded alien and frightened even to him. “Who are you? What do you want?”

Draco smiled, baring razor sharp fangs as he purred, “Why.... I merely wish to ravish you, and to taste you Potter.”

Draco had been there all along, lingering in the light of the full moon; contemplating just how he would take him. How it would feel to have the "Savior of the Wizarding World's" life flowing through his veins. Harry’s heart felt like it just might explode out of his chest.

“Do you know me now?” The blond hissed as he stepped closer, eyeing him hungrily.

“I know you.” Harry whispered to the night, "Malfoy."

Harry said it as if it were a curse, and perhaps it was.


Harry turned and hurriedly lunged for his clothes, yet before he could grasp them, he felt his long time nemesis’ fist close around a thick chunk of his hair. Harry's head yanked back, his body following as Draco’s wrist snapped, throwing him to the ground to stand looking down at him sprawled against the grass. The blond growled menacingly, fangs glinting. Intense eyes covetously traveled along Harry's body, stopping at the apex of his legs. Draco’s used his preturnatural will to force them to open, even as Harry struggled vainly to keep them close together.

Closing his eyes, Harry reached within himself; fighting the mind control the blond vampire was using. He gritted his teeth as their wills battled fiercely against one another.

Finally, Harry managed to wrest free of the vampire's perverse influence. Regaining his feet, Harry moved back swiftly before Draco could reach out to grab him once more. Snarling, the blond boldly pounced, causing Harry to stumble blindly over a fallen tree limb in his rush to escape. Grabbing his wrists, holding him as he fell to his knees, Draco leaned in to whisper against his ear. "You will plead for me to take you before this night ends Potter."

Harry screamed out as pain flared through his whole body before the demon slowly released his wrist. Draco grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back and baring his pale neck. Harry’s pulse beat strong just beneath the surface,, and it was there the blond found his mark. Razor sharp fangs sank greedily into the soft skin. Harry’s head swam. It felt surreal looking up at Draco as the fiend pulled back, and licked his blood from those pretty pink lips. Malfoy smirked down at him. "Still wish to fight even though you know you can't win Potter?"

Long, elegant fingers tormented his naked flesh. Harry frantically fought to clench his unresponsive muscles as Draco tried to slide his hand between his legs.

"Did you really think that I wouldnt come back for you my most precious enemy?" Draco hissed.

Try as he might, Harry could not defy him; his mental abilities were no match for Draco‘s supernatural strength and will. He felt his sanity waver as his body grudgingly conceded victory to the dominant vampire.

Crowing triumphantly as he grasped his rivals hips; Draco brutally drove himself into the limp boys water slick flesh, impaling him fully onto his throbbing cock. Harry whimpered feebly as the demon filled his tight hole, using him harshly, pressing his back onto the hard ground.

Harry felt the huge cock stretching him, pounding his prostate mercilessly until he began to pulsate around it; and Draco stopped just before he could find completion. Holding himself unmoving inside the boy as Harry desperately tried to wriggle and gain his own release, the blond blood drinker used his greater weight upon him to stop his squirming. Draco's steely eyes seemed to explore his very soul as mercury met emerald. An iron grip grasped his throat so that Harry was left gasping for air.

"Say you are mine." Draco whispered in his ear. "Say that you belong to me, that I own you."

"If I'm yours... you are mine Malfoy!" Harry choked out stubbornly. "Mine!"

"Say it!" Draco demanded."Say it damn you!"

Harry’s moans drifted through the night, desperately wanting his torment to end so he could come. He raised his head. "Yes! Take me Malfoy!" Harry panted and sobbed. "I am yours."

Draco started to slam into him again, his hips slapping against his arse, claws digging into Harry’s hips as he pushed deep into him. Long deep strokes, sliding in and out of his hot hole. Harry arched back against him, wanting all of him. The demon pulled back, teasing his entrance with his fat cock head, then shoving it in deeply; relishing in his tortured cries. Taunting Harry with slower paces to bring him close to orgasm, then speeding up as his prey began to clench around him. His willing victim began to writhe uncontrollably on his shaft. Harry’s body began convulsing wildly on him. Draco went rigid, exploding deep inside his beloved with a howl; throwing them both over the edge.

The Vampire’s body shook violently as he came, and as his own body gave itself to its new Master, Harry felt the burning sting of sharp fangs tearing again into his jugular, the intense pain going straight to his heart, everything centering there, hovering in the minute flutter of a heartbeat.

Sweet Merlin! Harry’s blood was as sweet as his arse. Draco groaned in an agony of bliss as the crimson nectar poured into his ravenous mouth. He embraced Harry fully, body, mind and soul melding them together for eternity.

It was the tender touch of intimacy, combined with the fierce fucking and the exquisite torture of Draco feeding that sent him spiraling over the edge. Harry felt his balls tighten up against his body, and he exploded spectacularly.

They were tied to each other through blood, mind and spirit and Draco's pleasure was his own.

Harry smiled ecstatically. Mine! Mine! Mine!

The sensations...

Gods, the sensation was floating. It was euphoric. Pure rapture.

He felt transcendent, adrift in a pool of nothing and everything all at once. Harry mused in his altered state; Draco has killed me.

It was so sweetly vicious, and somehow so fitting. The world ceased to exist except for the two of them.

Draco picked him up and cradled him gently within his arms, soft kisses covering Harry’s throat. His arms wrapped around him, as he fed deeply from the torn flesh. Harry’s body shuddered upon him, pain and pleasure, death and life, flashing as his head fell limply, eyes flickering closed. As Harry's heartbeat faded, and his body melted against him, Draco withdrew his fangs; gently licking the open wound, pushing the ragged edges together to seal them. Loosening his grip, the blond brought his hand to his mouth, growling as he plunged his fangs into his own flesh. Ripping a vein open before lifting it to Harry’s slack lips, forcing his chosen to feed from him. Pulling his wrist from Harry’s mouth, the skin pulled together to heal instantaneously. Draco closed his arms around him once again, gathering his lover in his powerful embrace.

Draco Malfoy nuzzled against Harry Potters neck. "You are mine forever now my darling."

"And you mine." Harry murmured.

"Always." Draco promised.

It was beyond anything Harry had ever imagined in his wildest and most erotic fantasies. He had spent the first eighteen years of his life abused and unwanted, isolated from the rest of the world, afraid and alone. But now, now he was loved and cherished and he would be adored through all time, loved until the end of humankind.

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It is a lonely life amongst the night walkers. Some though, do find a mate who captivates the mind and enslaves the soul just the same......

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