Harry had just awoken from another very sexual dream in which Benoit was fucking him from behind. What woke him was the pain in his shoulder blades and lower back. And something else too. Harry was starving. His hole itched with a need to be filled and his throat was bone dry.
It had been a week since Papa had showed him love, or as Harry now knew it: had sex. Papa had just gotten home with Corin and Aldrick last night, but hadn’t asked for Harry to join him in bed. Papa must have been very tired.
Harry didn’t like having sex with Papa, he didn’t want it like he did with the butler, but Harry was starting to feel like he needed to have sex regardless of who he was with. It was like a constant hunger, now that he’d been without for so long.
Harry made a decision. He couldn’t go and see Benoit. First of all the man had practically just gone to sleep after a long night. And second, and most importantly, Benoit didn’t want to have sex with him. The thought hurt in more ways than one. It was like an icepick piercing his heart. It made Harry feel like he wasn’t good enough, and he supposed, he wasn’t. Benoit was older, more beautiful, and regardless of what he said, Harry saw the man as more powerful. Benoit was also kind and treated Harry with care. Harry loved him so much, but Benoit didn’t feel the same way.
The other pain was in his core. His mouth and ass needed Benoit. His bum yearned for Benoit’s cock, his throat was dry with need for his cum—that deliciously sweet milk. His tongue wanted to lick up every last drop. Harry’s small prick was hard with want.
Therefore the decision he’d come to had led him to Papa’s room. He couldn’t have Benoit, but Harry still needed to satiate this strange new hunger. Harry stood outside Papa’s room in only a nightgown and panties and knocked on the door. He didn’t hear anything from within so Harry slowly walked in. Papa was deeply asleep in his large bed. Harry closed the door behind him. Then he got up on the bed and into the covers.
Harry remembered the time he had snuck inside Benoit’s coffin and sucked on his cock. Benoit had been mad at him and told him he needed to ask permission first. But did he only have to ask for permission with the butler, or with everyone? Papa never asked permission before sex, so Harry figured it must just be something strange about Benoit.
Harry shimmied down under the covers until he was right next to Papa’s hips. Harry pulled down the elastic waistband of Papa’s pajama bottoms. Papa never wore underwear to bed, so Harry didn’t need to pull those down. Then he licked the underside of the flaccid cock. Harry massaged the man’s balls as he sucked the head into his warm mouth. He heard Papa groan in his sleep. Harry put the man’s whole cock down his throat. He was very good at deepthroating now. He bobbed up and down on his Papa’s cock, hoping the man’s milk would come out soon.
Harry felt his small member twitch in his panties. Harry lifted his nightgown over his bum and pulled his frilly pink panties down. He left the panties around his right ankle and spread his legs. He took his mouth off the man’s cock just long enough to coat two of his fingers in saliva. He went back to sucking Papa’s cock as he fingered his needy hole.
That’s when Papa groaned loudly and pulled the covers back, revealing Harry. It must have felt so good that Papa woke up. The man just stared at the boy in shock as Harry continued to suck. For a moment Harry worried that he’d be upset with him like Benoit had been, but the man’s expression quickly changed from surprise to joy. The man sat up against his pillows and Harry had to move forward in order to prevent the cock from slipping out of his mouth. This had Harry completely out from under the covers. Harry saw Papa smile even wider at Harry’s fingers thrusting inside himself.
“My wonton little girl,” Mikael said. The man couldn’t believe his eyes. His femboi sex slave never initiated sexual contact. Ever. Mikael knew that Helen hated sex. And of course she did, Mikael made it hurt on purpose. He loved seeing his little boy-who-lived bitch in pain. She deserved it. Mikael saw wizards and witches as pompous, entitled pricks who thought that just because they had magical power, they were better than muggles, or squibs like him.
He’d show them. He had one of the most powerful wizards, the boy-who-lived, the one to defeat the dark lord, living with him as his sex slave. He had stripped the boy of his gender, his status, and his rights. He had made the boy nothing but a cock-sleeve for his pleasure.
Mikael did still understand the value of magic. Magic could get you anything. Magic could do anything. That’s why he was sending Helen to school. He would have her trained so that she could perform magic for his use. Only for his use. Helen wasn’t just a sex slave, she would be his magical servant. She would raise her wand for him, on his command. She wouldn’t be permitted to use magic for anything else; not even for herself. Helen’s magic was Mikael’s magic. It belonged to him like Helen, herself.
Mikael had done a good job enforcing that magic was bad and those who had it were lower class citizens. He wanted Helen to be ashamed of her magic, to be repulsed by it. He knew sending her to school would be risky, but it would be worth it in the end. Helen would be able to tend to his every want and need. Helen would be able to make him potions, apparate him anywhere he wished to go, etc. Mikael wouldn’t need to rely on Corin and Aldrick so much.
And now, for some reason, his little sex slave had snuck into his bed, practically begging to be used and abused. “Helen,” he said. “What has brought this on, lovely?”
“Papa,” Harry said, taking his mouth off his Papa’s cock. “You were gone so long. I missed you.” He gave the head a lick. Harry hadn’t lied. He had missed his Papa, though he also liked being able to spend more time with Benoit. And he hadn’t exactly missed how Papa would painfully show him love…though for some reason he had been craving a cock inside him. Harry couldn’t make sense of it all.
“You poor thing,” Mikael said as he sat his slave on his lap. He couldn’t help noticing that Helen’s small fingers were still thrusting inside her cunt. He kissed his little girl on the mouth and Helen smiled against his lips. Mikael dove his tongue inside and dominated her sweet mouth. While he did this, he pulled the brunet’s wrist, forcing Helen to remove her fingers from her hole.
Mikael ended the kiss and maneuvered Helen so that she was on her hands and knees on the bed.
Harry spread his cheeks for his Papa. This was the first time he hadn’t been scared of sex. Harry needed a cock inside him so bad. He was starving for it. He needed to feel the man’s milk enter him. “Please Papa,” Harry begged.
“That’s my good girl, Helen. Tell Papa how much you want me.”
“I need your cock inside my hole, Papa. Please, I can’t wait anymore. These past few days have been torture!”
That took Mikael aback. Was his slave always so sex-crazed? No. Helen truly hated sex. She was always so scared when he fucked her. It hurt her. What in the hell was going on? And what did she mean by ‘starving’?
“Have the cooks not been feeding you milk while I was away?”
“They have, but I need something more.” Harry couldn’t explain what his body was telling him. He needed more milk. He needed milk fresh from the source. He needed to have sex.
Mikael thought that maybe it was his absence. He’d been fucking Helen almost every day since the day he bought her. Maybe her body was beginning to get addicted to the pain and pleasure, of the feel of a thick cock inside her. Mikael smiled, that must be it.
“I’m so sorry I was gone, ma fille. But Papa’s here now and he’s saved up a nice big load for you.”
“Thank you, Papa.”
Mikael pressed his cock to Helen’s twitching, eager pucker and basked in how nice it felt to have so much control over a wizard. Then he forced his way in brutally.
At the moment Papa’s cock breached him, Harry’s need for sex turned into fright and pain. It hurt more than it usually did. Benoit usually prepared Harry’s hole first. The boy couldn’t help screaming as tears streamed down his cheeks. He wanted to get away, he wanted for Papa to stop thrusting into him, but Harry didn’t want to get punished. He just gripped the sheets like usual and took Papa’s cock.
Harry’s member was no longer hard, no longer straining for contact, but Harry, in all his misery, still felt a dryness in his throat and an aching in his rear, an aching that had nothing at all to do with the pain he was in.
Mikael watched the slave cry into his pillow. He knew his little girl wouldn’t enjoy having her little cunt wrecked on his cock, but she had asked for it anyway. Maybe she thought she would enjoy it this time. Mikeal couldn’t understand that. She wasn’t even properly prepared. Mikael smiled wider. It didn’t matter, Helen felt so good after a week of going without. Mikael couldn’t help but come quickly.
When he was done, he soothed his little girl with sweet words before sending her back to her room to get ready for the day.
Harry got dressed once he was back in his room. He was wearing a powder blue dress that was a little short for him. It had many ruffles and showed a bit of his matching panties. Harry did his best to curl his hair a little and put on some light make-up.
Harry tried not to cry after his make-up was applied. He could feel some blood trickle out of his hole. He stood with his back facing the mirror and lifted his dress. There was a spot of blood on his blue panties, like a girl having a period.
Harry wondered what he should do. He was in so much pain, but he couldn’t go see Benoit. Benoit was sleeping and didn’t like to be woken up during the day. His only option would be to go see the mediwizards, but Harry wanted Benoit to treat him. Benoit would coat his long fingers in his healing saliva and wiggle them inside him. It always felt so good when Benoit did that.
After Papa squirted his milk inside him, Harry hadn’t felt as desperate for sex, but there was still a part of him that needed more. His sore bum, even though it had just experienced so much pain, still wanted something inside it. The absurdity of the feeling almost had Harry crying again.
The boy decided to wait for night to see Benoit and have his rectum healed.
♦ ♦ ♦
When it was finally time for Benoit to come get him for dinner, the man never came. Dru escorted him instead. After he ate, Papa told Harry to prepare his hole for him and he would be expected in the man’s room in an hour. Dru was about to bring him back to his room when Harry told the man that he was going to go down and see Benoit for a little bit. The day butler just nodded and left him.
Harry knocked on Benoit’s door and was surprised when a beautiful woman stood before him. Harry had seen this woman with her long, curly hair only once before. She had taken his picture. Harry was awestruck by just how beautiful she was. Her eyes glowed like Benoit’s and her skin was a flawless white. Her lashes were long and her lips were full. Harry hadn’t noticed the purple strands entwined in her hair the last time they met, maybe it was new. It looked good on her. It matched her purple lipstick and elegant plum dress.
Looking at this gothic goddess had Harry realizing just how un-pretty he really was. Harry could put on a dress and do his hair and make-up for hours and still wouldn’t look as stunning as this woman. Harry was a boy, after all.
And why did this matter to him? He didn’t want to be a girl. He was doing this all for Papa.
“Darci, let the boy in,” came Benoit’s voice from inside the room. Harry looked beyond the woman, Darci, and saw that Benoit was fastening the cufflinks to his suit. A suit that was not his usual suit. A very expensive-looking suit. Was Benoit going somewhere?
When Darci moved to the side for him, Harry remembered what Benoit had said, ‘let the boy in’. Benoit was well aware that he was a boy. Of course he was, Harry liked that the man called him by his real name. But why did that suddenly unsettle him?
“You should get a doggy door for your pet,” Darci said, smiling at Benoit.
‘Pet?’ Harry thought.
“The boy is not my pet,” Benoit said as he fixed the frills on his lace ascot.
“Well it is odd to have a human for a pet, but don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Stop calling him a pet, it’ll upset him.”
“Upset ‘him’? You’re acting like it’s a person.” Darci began helping Benoit with his ascot. “Ugh, you should wear something more modern, like a tie.”
“As if a noble would wear a neck tie.”
“I am a person!” Harry glared at the woman. “I, I’m…Helen.”
The woman lifted one of her brows and took a step toward him. She took another step and then smiled. “Oh, I smell blood.”
Benoit suddenly looked at Harry and sniffed the air. “Are you hurt? What’s wrong?”
“Um, actually it’s why I came to see you. Also, Papa wants me in his room in an hour and I was hoping…” Harry looked at Darci. He didn’t want to say anymore while she was here.
“Where’s your boo-boo, little one? How about I make it all better? It’ll only cost a small price,” the woman smiled at him, showing here sharp fangs. She licked her top lip. Harry saw her eyes intently watching him. He’d never been afraid of Benoit, but this woman…Harry could feel the presence of a deadly monster hiding behind those eyes…eyes so similar to Benoit’s.
Darci turned to look at Benoit, “Can I have just one bite?”
Harry was practically paralyzed with fear as the beautiful creature touched her fingers to his neck.
“Stop, you’re scaring him,” Benoit said, lifting Harry up. Harry felt calmer in Benoit’s arms.
“I was only joking.”
“No you weren’t. You can’t drink from him; you’ll end up killing him. Besides, he’s off limits.”
“Yeah, I know. Your mission, right?” Darci went to sit on Benoit’s coffin. “You could always bring back another little one that looks like it.”
“The king didn’t tell me to watch just any young human. It has to be him, Darci.”
The woman sighed, “You should get a chair for this tiny room.”
The butler ignored her. “Where does it hurt, Harry?”
The boy hesitated. “Umm…can I show you in the bathroom?”
Benoit put Harry down and nodded. He addressed Darci. “I’ll be right back and then we’ll leave.”
“Fine,” she said pulling a mirror from her purse and checking her make-up.
Benoit walked the boy up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. Harry got down on the tiled floor and lifted his dress. Benoit saw the blood stain on the child’s panties.
“You’ve already been used today.”
“This morning. I went to see Papa.”
This took Benoit by surprise. “You went to him? Unprompted?”
Harry nodded. “I don’t know why. For some reason I thought it would feel good. I really wanted something in my bum…it didn’t feel good at all. It hurt worse than usual.”
“I hadn’t prepared you.” Benoit couldn’t believe what the child was saying. Harry’s small hole wasn’t able to take a grown man’s cock without preparation. Benoit had to stretch it, lube it, use his numbing venom so the child wouldn’t feel as much pain. The child must have been in so much pain.
Benoit pulled down the panties and looked at the hole. Dried blood remained around the rim. He took his time cleaning the hole and preparing the boy for another round that night.
“Your spit always feels so good,” Harry said when he was almost done.
Benoit put his fingers in his mouth and inserted them inside the child or the tenth time. He had never told the child that it wasn’t his saliva that had numbing properties, but the venom his fangs secrete. Unfortunately, along with the numbing affect, his venom was also embedded with an aphrodisiac-like substance. This was to make his victims more pliable when he bit them.
When Benoit was a child he always thought it was his saliva that would build up in his mouth, but it had always been his venom. Vampires actually had two types of venom. When a vampire had the intention to drink the blood from a human, their normal venom is secreted. This venom is called type d-venom. It stands for drinking-venom. The other type of venom is produced when a vampire is actively trying to turn a human into a vampire. This is type t-venom, or turning-venom.
Benoit tried secreting this venom only once, just to see what it tasted like. The man had never turned someone. Benoit learned that type t-venom is thick and black and tasted bitter.
Benoit heard Harry moan. He stilled his fingers in the boy’s ass.
Harry blushed. He couldn’t help it. Benoit’s fingers felt so good inside him. His little member was so stiff. His bum felt so sensitive and he wished Benoit would shove his cock inside. He needed it. His throat was dry again too. He needed milk so bad. He needed Benoit to touch him, to have sex with him. He was so hungry!
“Stop, don’t make those sounds,” the man said. He was reminded for his victims writhing from his aphrodisiac-like venom as he drank from them. He wished his venom wasn’t pleasure-inducing. Children shouldn’t be acting this way. And definitely not toward him.
He was finished anyway. Benoit took his fingers from the boy’s hole and washed them in the sink. Harry sighed and pulled his panties up and got off the floor.
“Benoit?”
“Yes?”
“Um, that woman…” Harry wanted to ask about her, mostly his relationship with her, but he didn’t know how to word it. He couldn’t just ask if she was his girlfriend. No, maybe he didn’t want to know. She was so beautiful. She was a vampire like him. They probably were dating. Harry didn’t want to hear it. Benoit was his and he didn’t want to share him. “Uh, it’s nothing.”
They walked back down to Benoit’s room, where Darci was still sitting on the coffin.
“That took a while,” she remarked, standing up. “Shall we go?”
Harry glared at her and held onto Benoit’s arm. “Where are you going, Benoit?” ‘Was it a date?’ he thought.
“A wedding.”
“We’re off to elope,” Darci said with a smile.
Harry didn’t know what to say. This woman was suddenly stealing Benoit away from him.
“Stop,” Benoit said to her. He looked back at Harry. ‘The prince is getting married and I need to attend.”
“Oh, a prince?” Harry was beyond relieved.
“The vampire prince,” Benoit said in his usual monotone like it wasn’t one of the biggest occasions for his kind.
“When will you be back?”
“By morning. Now go, Master Mikael is waiting for you.”
“Okay.” Harry let go of Benoit’s arm and gave Darci one last glare before he left.
Benoit heard the boy walk up the stairs. He turned to his cousin. “I don’t want you around the boy. I think Harry is afraid of you.”
“He should be,” she said, fixing her hair. “But I think he’s less afraid and more jealous. The defenseless human child has a crush on the deadly vampire. I think it’s cute.” She paused. “And it makes it easier in the end.”
“In the end? Do you think I’m going to eat him?”
“Of course. After your mission is completed there shouldn’t be a problem.”
“You don’t know what my mission entails.”
“That’s because you don’t tell anyone.”
Benoit sighed. “The king said I wasn’t permitted to.” The man fixed his ascot for the third time. “Besides, he isn’t defenseless.”
Darci stared at him for a moment, not understanding.
“He’s being taught magic,” Benoit clarified.
“Wait, you’re tasked with watching a human that has a wand? That knows magic and can use it? That’s insane! What if it kills you?”
“He won’t. He isn’t allowed to use a wand unless he’s in class. Besides, I’m vigilant.”
“Not when you’re sleeping.” Darci took a breath. “Why don’t you convince his guardian that he shouldn’t learn magic? Does that go against your mission?”
“Yes. I’m not to interfere too heavily in the boy’s life.”
“And what happens when he gets older, becomes stronger? What happens when he learns to kill vampires? At least he’s not at a magic school.”
“He’ll be attending one in a few weeks,” Benoit admitted.
“What?”
“I’ll be going with him. I just need to find a way in.”
“No. You’re joking. This is crazy! A suicide mission!”
“It’ll be alright. I’ll be careful.”
“No, I’m sure the king will understand and allow you to change the older human’s mind so that he doesn’t send the boy to school.”
“I was already going to do that. But I couldn’t.”
“It didn’t work?”
“No. I just couldn’t do it. Harry really wanted to go to school. You should have seen his face.”
Darci didn’t say anything for a while. When she spoke, she was calmer, like she was talking to a feral animal. “Okay. Benoit, I think you need to get some help, alright. Maybe take a few days off. I’ll watch the child while you’re gone. Just go home and rest.”
“I’m fine, Darci. I’m not ill.” How could he explain this to her? Benoit decided to change the subject instead. “If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late.”
“I’m ready, but are you?”
He lifted an eyebrow at her.
“You don’t want to leave a water dish out?”
“I told you, he’s not my pet.”
“I don’t know; you sure are caring for it like a pet. Even letting it learn magic. Let’s just hope it never grows claws.”
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