Ever the One to Comply
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Draco/Lucius
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Adult ++
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21,516
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3
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Ever the One to Comply
IF INCESTUAL, HOMOSEXUAL, RAPE SQUICKS(GROSSES)YOU, DO NOT READ THIS FOR YOUR AND MY OWN SANITY. THANKS!
Hands all over his body. Long, sensual fingers straying lower, lower and finally unbuttoning his all ready too tight pants. A hot, wet tongue is licking the more sensual areas of his bare chest. A moan echoes throughout the dimly lit room; he doesn’t know if it is from him or his lover. His lover reaches down into his undone pants and grabs his aching length. As his lover leisurely slides their fingers around his length, Draco forgets about the moan. He becomes too busy relishing in the feeling of another’s warm hand on his stiff member.
“Daddy!” Draco awoke, crying out loudly, as he climaxed all over his 1000-count Egyptian Silk sheets. Looking around wildly, he realized the he was alone. Then, and only then, did he think back upon the name he had shouted. When he realized just whose name he’d screamed, he blushed a red to rival that unfortunate bunch of Weasley’s hair.
Embarrassed, he pushed the sheets off himself, grabbed his wand, and performed several of the strong cleansing charms the tutor his father had hired had taught him. Lucius commanded that Draco at least know some legal spells when starting Hogwarts.
Draco looked out the large window in his bedroom, overlooking the South Gardens, and realized that it was morning. ‘Well, I might as well go and eat breakfast—hopefully father has already retreated to his room by now.’
He dressed quickly, spelled his hair, and walked downstairs... only to see his father, the star of his nightly fantasies, still eating breakfast.
“Draco,” Lucius greeted. Lucius couldn’t help but look over his son’s fit young body. Suppressing a feral smile, he planned a way to obtain what he desired. Maybe he could use the fact that the boy idolized him to his advantage. Lucius commanded his son to meet him in the library after finishing his breakfast, and left the table.
Draco couldn’t believe his bad luck. It was going to be difficult to smother his attraction when he would be subjected to his father’s lessons. But he would have to try. Finishing his breakfast, he practically ran to his father’s library to avoid his anger.
Opening the oak door of his father’s personal library, he entered and greeted his father. He was instantaneously asked to sit down on his father’s leather couch. Ever the one to comply with his father’s wishes, Draco sat down hastily. Lucius, once again, smiled to himself and sat closely down next to his son.
“Draco, as you know, there are many…secrets…here in Malfoy Manor.”
“Yes father,” Draco solemnly answered, all the while becoming more and more uncomfortable. His dormant desire was beginning to awaken with the closeness of his father, and he viciously pushed it back down. It would simply not do to become aroused in front of his father whilst wearing such tight pants.
Lucius sensed that his son was holding something back. He hoped…no, prayed…that it was the boy’s arousal at the situation. Especially considering how Lucius could feel the sexual tension in the dimly lit room--it was beginning to affect him in a most ‘pleasant’ way.
Draco looked at his father, a shiver of nervousness creeping into his mind. It was getting harder and harder to control his lust as his father kept speaking, and moving closer to him.
Draco could feel his father’s hot breath cascading over the stark white skin of his neck.
“Draco, “ Lucius whispered, his voice heavy with lust. “Are you not listening to me?” Not giving his young son a chance to answer, he hurriedly whispered, “intumus expetesso.”*
The moment that Draco heard his father utter those words, his nervousness turned into sheer and absolute terror. To his horror, he began confessing his inner most desires for his father. “Daddy? Why can’t I call you that anymore? It used to excite me so, to be able to recognize you as mine, even if it was as a father. I…I just love you so much, Daddy.” Draco fought to keep the words inside of him…but they wouldn’t stop. “You are the strongest and sexiest man that I have ever known. I want to be just like you when I grow up. Sometimes, when I am alone, I dream that you look at me the same way you look at Uncle Severus. The same way you looked at him, when you kissed him and hugged him and made him cry. When you told him that you loved him. I hated Uncle Severus so much then. I want us to do what you and he do, Daddy.”
Lucius could feel his cock, which had begun to harden since young Draco had entered the room, suddenly become unbearably hard. He was aching at his son’s confession.
“Draco, would you like to sit on my lap, like you saw your uncle do in my room?” Lucius purred, his desire seeping into his voice.
Draco nodded enthusiastically and climbed onto his father’s lap. Feeling the awaiting hardness, he unconsciously spread his legs wider.
Lucius nearly bit through his lip, while trying to suppress a moan.* He chuckled lightly at his son’s wanton behaviour. He picked his son up and turned him around, so they could meet face-to-face.
Looking at his father’s face, Draco nervously licked his soft pink lips. Seeing Draco’s succulent tongue dart out of his mouth and lick his sweet pout sent Lucius out of control. He began to passionately kiss his son, finally tasting the innocence he had desired for so long.
Draco was frightened by the passion that his father was showing. He wondered why his father’s tongue was in his mouth; it felt so hot and foreign.
“Draco, do you want Daddy to show you how much he loves you?”
Seeing Draco’s affirmative answer, he uttered for Draco to remove his clothes. The young man, ever the one to comply with his father’s wishes, eagerly submitted.
Lucius also stood up and hastily removed his own pants. His hard cock stood proudly, droplets of precome already leaking from it, with the idea of what was to happen.
Draco gasped loudly, in awe of his father’s erect penis. It looked so large, compared to his own: small and hairless.
“Get down on your hands and knees, now,” Lucius commanded. Seeing his son’s eager young body made his true passion come forward. He may have had to be nice to get what he wanted, but now that he had it…well, he knew that it was his.
Quickly mumbling a strong lubrication spell, he shoved a finger into his son. Haphazardly, he proceeded to move it around, preparing the boy for what was to come. Swiftly, he removed his finger from the boy and replaced it with his own hard cock.
Draco screamed out in pain as his father fully impaled him. It felt as if he was being torn apart, he could feel the salty tears rolling down his hot face.
Lucius sensed the tears, but did not care as he finally experienced the tight warmth of his son’s orifice.
Lucius pulled out, then slammed back into this child’s arse. Slowly working up speed, he was thoroughly and roughly fucking the young boy in no time.
By that time, Draco’s screams had become continuous. Over and over he hollered for his father to stop; that he had made a mistake and didn’t want this anymore. But Lucius wouldn’t stop. Little did Draco know, the screams and tears only served to arouse him more.
Finally, Lucius climaxed inside of Draco. He collapsed on Draco’s sweat covered back, panting. Lucius reflected on what had happened.
After catching his breath, Lucius cruelly pulled out of Draco. Semen, blood and some anal tissue followed his cock’s exit, dripping down the 10 year old boy’s thighs.
Still lying on the library floor, Draco cried hysterically, his anus still internally bleeding, as his father stood and began to dress.
Lucius finished dressing and left the room. As much as the site of the bloodied, semen covered boy aroused him, he couldn’t waste anymore time this morning on such trivial things.
Hearing his father leave the room, Draco collapsed to the floor and proceeded to cry himself to sleep.
Translation:
* inner desire
Hands all over his body. Long, sensual fingers straying lower, lower and finally unbuttoning his all ready too tight pants. A hot, wet tongue is licking the more sensual areas of his bare chest. A moan echoes throughout the dimly lit room; he doesn’t know if it is from him or his lover. His lover reaches down into his undone pants and grabs his aching length. As his lover leisurely slides their fingers around his length, Draco forgets about the moan. He becomes too busy relishing in the feeling of another’s warm hand on his stiff member.
“Daddy!” Draco awoke, crying out loudly, as he climaxed all over his 1000-count Egyptian Silk sheets. Looking around wildly, he realized the he was alone. Then, and only then, did he think back upon the name he had shouted. When he realized just whose name he’d screamed, he blushed a red to rival that unfortunate bunch of Weasley’s hair.
Embarrassed, he pushed the sheets off himself, grabbed his wand, and performed several of the strong cleansing charms the tutor his father had hired had taught him. Lucius commanded that Draco at least know some legal spells when starting Hogwarts.
Draco looked out the large window in his bedroom, overlooking the South Gardens, and realized that it was morning. ‘Well, I might as well go and eat breakfast—hopefully father has already retreated to his room by now.’
He dressed quickly, spelled his hair, and walked downstairs... only to see his father, the star of his nightly fantasies, still eating breakfast.
“Draco,” Lucius greeted. Lucius couldn’t help but look over his son’s fit young body. Suppressing a feral smile, he planned a way to obtain what he desired. Maybe he could use the fact that the boy idolized him to his advantage. Lucius commanded his son to meet him in the library after finishing his breakfast, and left the table.
Draco couldn’t believe his bad luck. It was going to be difficult to smother his attraction when he would be subjected to his father’s lessons. But he would have to try. Finishing his breakfast, he practically ran to his father’s library to avoid his anger.
Opening the oak door of his father’s personal library, he entered and greeted his father. He was instantaneously asked to sit down on his father’s leather couch. Ever the one to comply with his father’s wishes, Draco sat down hastily. Lucius, once again, smiled to himself and sat closely down next to his son.
“Draco, as you know, there are many…secrets…here in Malfoy Manor.”
“Yes father,” Draco solemnly answered, all the while becoming more and more uncomfortable. His dormant desire was beginning to awaken with the closeness of his father, and he viciously pushed it back down. It would simply not do to become aroused in front of his father whilst wearing such tight pants.
Lucius sensed that his son was holding something back. He hoped…no, prayed…that it was the boy’s arousal at the situation. Especially considering how Lucius could feel the sexual tension in the dimly lit room--it was beginning to affect him in a most ‘pleasant’ way.
Draco looked at his father, a shiver of nervousness creeping into his mind. It was getting harder and harder to control his lust as his father kept speaking, and moving closer to him.
Draco could feel his father’s hot breath cascading over the stark white skin of his neck.
“Draco, “ Lucius whispered, his voice heavy with lust. “Are you not listening to me?” Not giving his young son a chance to answer, he hurriedly whispered, “intumus expetesso.”*
The moment that Draco heard his father utter those words, his nervousness turned into sheer and absolute terror. To his horror, he began confessing his inner most desires for his father. “Daddy? Why can’t I call you that anymore? It used to excite me so, to be able to recognize you as mine, even if it was as a father. I…I just love you so much, Daddy.” Draco fought to keep the words inside of him…but they wouldn’t stop. “You are the strongest and sexiest man that I have ever known. I want to be just like you when I grow up. Sometimes, when I am alone, I dream that you look at me the same way you look at Uncle Severus. The same way you looked at him, when you kissed him and hugged him and made him cry. When you told him that you loved him. I hated Uncle Severus so much then. I want us to do what you and he do, Daddy.”
Lucius could feel his cock, which had begun to harden since young Draco had entered the room, suddenly become unbearably hard. He was aching at his son’s confession.
“Draco, would you like to sit on my lap, like you saw your uncle do in my room?” Lucius purred, his desire seeping into his voice.
Draco nodded enthusiastically and climbed onto his father’s lap. Feeling the awaiting hardness, he unconsciously spread his legs wider.
Lucius nearly bit through his lip, while trying to suppress a moan.* He chuckled lightly at his son’s wanton behaviour. He picked his son up and turned him around, so they could meet face-to-face.
Looking at his father’s face, Draco nervously licked his soft pink lips. Seeing Draco’s succulent tongue dart out of his mouth and lick his sweet pout sent Lucius out of control. He began to passionately kiss his son, finally tasting the innocence he had desired for so long.
Draco was frightened by the passion that his father was showing. He wondered why his father’s tongue was in his mouth; it felt so hot and foreign.
“Draco, do you want Daddy to show you how much he loves you?”
Seeing Draco’s affirmative answer, he uttered for Draco to remove his clothes. The young man, ever the one to comply with his father’s wishes, eagerly submitted.
Lucius also stood up and hastily removed his own pants. His hard cock stood proudly, droplets of precome already leaking from it, with the idea of what was to happen.
Draco gasped loudly, in awe of his father’s erect penis. It looked so large, compared to his own: small and hairless.
“Get down on your hands and knees, now,” Lucius commanded. Seeing his son’s eager young body made his true passion come forward. He may have had to be nice to get what he wanted, but now that he had it…well, he knew that it was his.
Quickly mumbling a strong lubrication spell, he shoved a finger into his son. Haphazardly, he proceeded to move it around, preparing the boy for what was to come. Swiftly, he removed his finger from the boy and replaced it with his own hard cock.
Draco screamed out in pain as his father fully impaled him. It felt as if he was being torn apart, he could feel the salty tears rolling down his hot face.
Lucius sensed the tears, but did not care as he finally experienced the tight warmth of his son’s orifice.
Lucius pulled out, then slammed back into this child’s arse. Slowly working up speed, he was thoroughly and roughly fucking the young boy in no time.
By that time, Draco’s screams had become continuous. Over and over he hollered for his father to stop; that he had made a mistake and didn’t want this anymore. But Lucius wouldn’t stop. Little did Draco know, the screams and tears only served to arouse him more.
Finally, Lucius climaxed inside of Draco. He collapsed on Draco’s sweat covered back, panting. Lucius reflected on what had happened.
After catching his breath, Lucius cruelly pulled out of Draco. Semen, blood and some anal tissue followed his cock’s exit, dripping down the 10 year old boy’s thighs.
Still lying on the library floor, Draco cried hysterically, his anus still internally bleeding, as his father stood and began to dress.
Lucius finished dressing and left the room. As much as the site of the bloodied, semen covered boy aroused him, he couldn’t waste anymore time this morning on such trivial things.
Hearing his father leave the room, Draco collapsed to the floor and proceeded to cry himself to sleep.
Translation:
* inner desire