King Thierry La Cour of the Vampires sat on his throne and didn’t say a word. Benoit was kneeling before him like the loyal subject he was. He watched the boy—no, a man. Benoit was a man now. The King watched the man.
Benoit had been a pretty child. Large eyes, silky silver hair, and a round, soft face. As a man, he was all sharp angles. Benoit was more like a stone statue than a living, breathing man.
Thierry liked Benoit. The boy had been resilient. Smart. He’d found a way to survive his own execution. The King needed those qualities.
Harry Potter, the magic human the seer spoke of, was an integral piece to finally ending the strife with the humans.
Lord Voldemort, as he called himself, had struck a bargain with the vampires during the war. The vampires would be loyal to him, fight for his side, and in exchange, the vampires would have their peace. No longer would vampires be hunted down. No longer would they live in fear of their prey. Lord Voldemort promised them the non-magic humans, the Muggles, as the humans called them, as well as the so-called ‘unpure’ magic humans, the ‘mudbloods’.
These ‘mudbloods ‘, as the humans called them, would be registered as such and forced out of wizarding society. Their wands would be snapped, leaving them powerless. Then the vampires were free to hunt them at their leisure.
King Thierry had refused this false lord at first. The very idea of forming, not only a truce, but a partnership with the magic humans was laughable. Humans could not be trusted. But as the war raged on, more and more magical creatures began siding with this Voldemort human. The werewolves were one thing, bloodthirsty beasts that they were, but the giants? The giants kept to themselves. They lacked intelligence, though. Easily fooled. And the dementors. The dementors did not fight of their own free will. The King was sure of that. Dementors have been enslaved for many centuries. They could not refuse the humans.
But the merfolk? Why had the merfolk joined this new Dark Lord’s forces? What deal had the human struck with them?
It seemed that only the lilin remained impartial. Or so it seemed. The King hadn’t heard of lilin joining the war, one side or the other. Thierry doubted that either side would even be able to find the lilin.
The King knew of the entrance to their hideout, and that was all. They were unable to get inside. There was a powerful magical barrier. A past King had sent a noble on a mission to see if he could break in, and the vampire had been unsuccessful. The vampire’s dead body had been sent as a gift. The King at the time had apologized to the lilin profusely, with many bitten vampires for them to devour. He told them that the vampire who had tried to break in was a mere commoner who had, of his own accord, stupidly tried to create unrest between the two species.
The lilin accepted the apology, and no King had ever tried something like that again.
But King Thierry had a plan.
He had heard whispers that this Lord Voldemort was still alive. He had the one human this fake lord wanted to kill. The vampires would be loyal to him. Very loyal. The King planned on striking up a new bargain. He didn’t just want access to the mudbloods. He wanted land. He wanted enclosures to keep these magic humans that the vampires would be allotted.
But more than any of that, more than being given a portion of wandless magic humans, more than having land to breed these humans, the King wanted one thing above all else.
King Thierry wanted the lilin.
He knew of their hideout, but he couldn’t get in. The vampires had no idea how many there were or how they’d adapted to living underground. There wasn’t much factual research that had come out on the species since they got better at hiding.
But Lord Voldemort was powerful, and he had an army of magic humans and other magical creatures supporting him, or rather, he once had. If the human could rise to power once more, then another deal would be struck. They would give him his prophesied enemy. The boy who lived. Harry Potter. In exchange, the vampires wanted the non-magic humans. The mudbloods. And the lilin.
There would be a new food structure. The commoners would now be able to farm non-magic as well as magic humans. The former had once been allotted only to the nobles. And now the nobles would have the lilin.
The humans have been enslaving lilin for many years, and now the vampires would too. The war would be short. They would overpower the lilin and conquer all. No lilin would be free of enslavement. They would breed them. Bloodwine would be plentiful.
And it all hinged on one magic human.
He was trusting his resilient Benoit with the weight of vampire kind. A glorious future was in sight. All the noble had to do was keep a close watch on Harry Potter. Watch him and keep him safe. For when the day came when Lord Voldemort made himself known, the vampires had the bargaining chip of a lifetime.
But now Benoit was kneeling in front of him. It was urgent. What had gone wrong? For the man would not be here if all was well, surely.
“Why have you insisted on this meeting?” the King asked.
“It’s the boy,” Benoit said. “He has undergone a transformation. He is not human, sir, but lilin. Harry Potter is an incubus.”
Lilin? Incubus? The King didn’t understand how that was possible. The boy had been born of two magic humans, had he not?
Had. He. Not?
Maybe he hadn’t.
“Are you certain that the boy did not simply cast a few spells on himself? Humans have incantations and potions that will change their appearance.”
“He did not. I have been diligently watching him. I went with him to school. This was not magic. The boy is lilin.”
There was nothing King Thierry could do without learning more. “You will go back to the humans immediately. You will make sure the humans do not learn of him being lilin. You will bring him to me as soon as you are able. Within the hour if you can. I will send a slave to the Marion Mansion to drive you and the boy back here. Do you understand your orders, Benoit?”
“Yes, your Highness.”
“Do not forget your mission. Vampire society needs this mission to succeed.”
“Yes, your Highness.”
“You are dismissed.”
He watched the vampire stand up and leave. Benoit did not know exactly why this mission was so important. He told the vampire that if they succeeded, vampires would have a much easier time finding food. Magic humans would be plentiful once they gave the boy over to Lord Voldemort. He did not tell Benoit about the lilin. The fewer who knew of the plot, the better.
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When Benoit flew back through the open window, Harry immediately shut it and closed the blinds. Benoit transformed.
“Did anything happen while I was gone?” he asked the child.
“Dru came. I told him I still wasn’t feeling well. I was under the covers and made sure to look sick.”
“Were you…did he see…”
“I don’t think so,” Harry said slowly. “I looked like I do right now. Do I look okay?”
Benoit looked at Harry intently. “You…look like yourself.” He said, finally.
“You mean how I used to look?”
Benoit nodded. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea that Harry wasn’t a magic human. An incubus. How impossible.
“Benoit, I’m hungry,” Harry said it like he was ashamed.
That’s when the vampire realized Harry didn’t look too good. It probably didn’t take much convincing for Dru to leave him be. Harry looked like he was about to faint at any moment.
“You need to feed,” the vampire said. “Hold on a little longer. I need to bring you to meet the King.”
“The King of the Vampires?”
“Yes. He wishes to see you.” Benoit did not want to bring the boy. He knew the King wasn’t about to punish Harry. The boy had done nothing wrong. But he still didn’t want them in the same room.
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Harry sat in the backseat of the car with Benoit beside him. Harry had watched Benoit give orders to the terrified driver. This man was definitely not a vampire with his tan skin and hazel eyes. Harry wondered who he was. Harry tried not to think about it. The man looked so scared. Harry focused his mind on other things. They were on their way to the King’s palace. This was all happening so fast, and Harry was very nervous. What would the King of the Vampires be like?
Once they were inside (the car had driven through a dark tunnel until the driver parked), three men approached the vehicle—vampires—and told Benoit that they had been sent to secure the guest. They quickly grabbed Harry, forced a ball gag in his mouth and tightened it behind his head. Then they put cuffs on his wrists and one of the vampires pulled him along by the chain attached to the cuffs.
“The boy is not a prisoner,” Benoit told them.
“We have been instructed to treat the guest this way. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
They were led right outside what Benoit informed him was the Audience Chamber. Then the doors were opened, and Benoit had him kneel on the floor in front of three thrones. Only two were occupied. Once the vampire servants who had led them in left the room, the King spoke.
“You say the boy is lilin?” Harry didn’t know what to make of the King. He, and the Prince for that matter, were both just as pale as Benoit. It wasn’t really pale, though. A vampire’s skin was white, or maybe a very light gray. Harry could tell the men weren’t human from their skin tone alone.
Then there were their eyes. They were all the same shade of light blue. They all glowed too. Except, Harry had noticed the servants, or guards, or whatever they were that led Harry and Benoit to the Audience Chamber. Their eyes had been different. They glowed, but two of them had brown eyes. Harry really wanted to ask about that, but he didn’t want to be rude. Not that he could speak with the gag in his mouth anyway.
Harry looked over at the vampire seated to the right of the King. The man was very handsome in a traditional sense. He had long, wavy black hair and some neatly trimmed facial hair. Personally, Harry liked the way Benoit looked better.
“Yes, your highness,” Benoit said.
“Show me.”
“Harry,” Benoit turned to him. “Can you please show the King your lilin features?”
Harry nodded and stood. It was as easy as breathing to bring out his wings and tail. His feathers and talons. His true face. Harry felt his true self in his core and brought it all forward. He removed all the disguises. He changed his face back to what it was now, and Harry knew everyone could see his hideous, bird-like feet.
“Wow,” said the vampire to the right of the King. The vampire looked at him as if he were seeing a rare jewel. The King’s eyes widened slightly, but that was all.
“Harry, kneel,” Benoit said softly. Harry knelt once more. He wished he was wearing more than just a nightgown.
“Yes, he clearly is lilin, but you are wrong, Benoit. The boy is not an incubus. He has all the traits of a succubus. His soft features, his short stature, his delicate frame—a succubus to be sure.”
“I thought incubi were males and succubi females, Your Highness.”
“While most are that way, there have been a few sightings of female incubi. That leads me to believe that male succubi exist as well, though there are no records of them,” he said.
The King addressed Harry then. “I apologize for keeping you bound and gagged, but I had to take precautions.”
Harry nodded. He understood that his voice was dangerous.
“Father, I need a word,” the other vampire said.
The King looked over at him and slowly nodded. Then he turned back to Harry.
“If you would please hide your lilin features again, Benoit will escort you out of the room. I need to speak with my son in private.”
Harry nodded again. He and Benoit stood, and Harry pulled his lilin features back inside his core. Then he changed his face and feet. They both left the room and stood outside the door.
“I know you have a lot of questions,” Benoit said when they stood outside the room. “But I can’t explain yet. Once we are back home, you can ask all the questions you like.”
Harry nodded. He did have a lot of questions. Why did Harry have to hide his lilin features when he wasn’t with the King?
Harry heard a sharp intake of breath from Benoit. It startled him, and he looked up to see the man’s eyes unfocused and his breathing very quick. The vampire looked panicked, and Harry didn’t know why. The boy, chains still around his wrists, took hold of Benoit’s hand and squeezed it. Benoit looked down at him. The vampire’s breathing seemed to calm.
They waited like that for a long time. They stared at each other, holding hands. Sometimes Harry squeezed Benoit’s hand, and sometimes Benoit squeezed his. Benoit didn’t speak, and Harry couldn’t even if he wanted to.
Eventually the door opened, and the Prince told Benoit to come in. He told Harry to wait in the hall. Harry and Benoit shared a look, and Benoit looked apologetic as he went inside without Harry.
Harry waited. Alone this time.
♦ ♦ ♦
What did they wish to tell him? There were plenty of reasons why the boy might not be present, but Benoit preferred Harry’s support just the same. It was probably better for him not to be invited inside, though.
“Benoit, my son has come to me with a dilemma,” the King said. Benoit looked at the Prince. The man was smiling. Benoit was worried. He didn’t think that was a good sign. “As next in line for the throne, he needs to produce an heir. Unfortunately, he refuses to bed his new wife.”
Benoit didn’t know why the King was telling him this, but it put a pit in his stomach all the same. What did the Prince want from him this time?
“Male vampires cannot be impregnated.”
Where was he going with this? Benoit knew male vampires could not impregnate each other. Even humans found it impossible without the help of potions. Such potions did not work on vampires. There were only a few species where the males could be impregnated. He’d heard that demenotors were genderless and could all breed with each other. Merpeople had genders, but it was the males that carried the young instead of the females.
“Nor can incubi,” the King said. Then he smiled. “Though succubi can.”
The pit in Benoit’s stomach was in his throat now. “But the boy is still male, Your Highness. He wouldn’t have the necessary organs to carry a child.”
The King looked beyond Benoit, at the door. “Do you know, Benoit, that female incubi can not be impregnated?”
“No, Your Highness.”
“That leads me to believe that male succubi can. I believe that’s the rule for lilin. Not male or female, but incubi and succubi. The succubi are the ones who birth the young. Though that’s just my theory.”
Benoit didn’t speak. He waited for the words he knew the King would say next.
“The boy may be able to give my son an heir. As a succubus, he should be able to be impregnated. And lilin and vampires have mated in the past, nonconsensually of course. That is how lilin feed. There have been cases of female vampires escaping the incubi only to find out later that they are with child. It is unknown whether a vampire can impregnate a succubus, but this could be a good opportunity to find out.”
“But, Your Highness, isn’t there a chance that Harry could give birth to another lilin?”
“No. There have been no cases of lilin birth when copulating with a vampire. For some reason, the offspring is always a vampire.”
“The treaty,” Benoit tried a different route. He couldn’t put Harry through that. “Wouldn’t this break the treaty?”
“Emiril would not dare drink from the boy,” He said, giving his son a warning look. “The boy will be feeding from my son, but that is inevitable. It is his nature. But this is about creating a child and nothing more. Neither party is hunting the other. And neither party need disclose what took part,” he said, staring at Benoit now. “And besides, it is not my son who will be breaking the treaty. If anyone were to find out, which they would not, the blame would fall on the lilin. It is Harry Potter who will drink from my son. And I am more than willing to forgive this little injustice.
“My son needs an heir,” the King said again. “The public will assume his new wife is the mother. The woman must not be seen in public for some time, but that shouldn’t be a problem.”
What could he say? What would change their minds?
“Harry is too young. The pregnancy could be too much for him. My mission is to watch him. Keep him safe. Your Highness, I fear for his health.”
“Your worries are unfounded. If anything goes wrong, the pregnancy can be aborted. The boy’s life takes priority, but I doubt it will come to that. The boy is young, and that means he’s fertile. This is a good time to impregnate him.
“Besides, in your last report you said the human was attempting and failing to impregnate the boy. It’s obvious now why that is. Humans and lilin cannot breed each other. But this is perfect. You said the boy was suffering abuse at the human’s hand because of this. Now, with the boy pregnant, the abuse will stop, will it not? The human will assume that it was he who impregnated his little slave. Problem solved.”
Benoit had no more arguments. “Yes, Your Highness.” What was he going to tell Harry? “What should I tell the boy?”
“Harry Potter does not need to be informed of the impregnation, only that the Prince wishes to…enjoy his company. It is a great honor. He doesn’t need to know of the treaty either. It is the lilins’ responsibility to educate their young. Not ours. We are not doing anything wrong. And besides, there is a chance the boy does not become pregnant, though I’m sure my son will make a valiant effort to do so.
“Humans copulate every day. There is always the chance of pregnancy. It does not fall on us to tell the boy of that possibility. If he wishes to feed from a vampire, then that is his choice, whatever that may lead to.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Now go. A room will be prepared momentarily. You will be escorted with the boy to another room. There you will tell the boy. Then the Prince will come for him.”
Benoit bowed. “Yes, Your Highness.” He stood up and walked out. Harry was waiting for him.
Harry tried to speak, but he was muffled by the gag.
They were led to a small empty sitting room. They were left completely alone. Benoit had to tell him now.
“Harry, I have been informed that the Prince wishes to…”
Hadn’t the boy been abused enough? He understood that lilin fed by having sex with their victims, but Harry was still so young. He’d been raped countless times already. And now Benoit was letting it happen again. He was always just letting it happen. Benoit hated himself.
“He wants to…to enjoy your company.”
Harry looked up at him with confused eyes.
“What you do with Mikael. Sex. The Prince wishes to have sex with you.”
Harry’s eyes widened. Then he nodded.
“Lilin like you feed when they have sex with humans and vampires. I know you’re hungry…but you need to be careful. When you have sex with the Prince, you can’t feed too much. If you hurt him, we will be in trouble.”
Benoit didn’t know another way to explain the situation to the child. Harry had no idea how dangerous he was. Were lilin even able to use restraint? He couldn’t tell Harry about the pregnancy. He wanted to. He wanted to warn the boy, but he wasn’t allowed. The Prince wanted an heir, and there was nothing Benoit could do to stop it.
“Will you have sex with the Prince, Harry?”
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With the gag still in his mouth, Harry could only nod.
He thought about what Benoit had said. Harry fed when he had sex. It made a lot of sense. He always felt really good when he had milk inside him.
Harry just didn’t understand why the Vampire Prince would want to do that with him. The Prince didn’t even know him, let alone love him like Papa did. Nor was he Papa’s friend like Professor Porcher. Harry couldn’t complain, though. He’d have sex with just about anyone if it would make his constant hunger go away. When was the last time Harry had a decent meal? Papa had stopped letting Harry drink milk because he was so mad at him. And he only got just a little bit in his bum every night. It wasn’t enough. But Benoit just told him he couldn’t feed too much when doing it with the Prince…Harry felt a pain deep in his core, a hunger pain. He wanted to scream out of frustration.
The two heard a short knock at the door before it opened. The Prince had come. “Everything’s all ready, little one,” the Prince said to Harry. “Have you accepted my request?”
Harry nodded.
“Of course you have. Follow me.”
Harry stood and was about to follow when he noticed Benoit still seated. The vampire was looking down at his knees. He looked so sad. Harry didn’t understand why at first, but then realized the man wasn’t coming with them.
Harry looked back at the Prince and made a muffled sound through his gag. He pointed at Benoit with his shackled hands.
Both men looked surprised. “Harry, I don’t think I can come with you,” Benoit said.
The Prince looked at Benoit and then smiled. “Would you feel more comfortable with Benoit there, too?” he asked Harry.
Harry nodded.
“Alright, then. Benoit, I order that you join us. You do not need to participate, though you’re very, very welcome to. If you wish. You just need to be in the room. I can’t disappoint our very special guest, can I?”
Benoit looked like he was going to be sick. He stood up and held Harry’s hand. Then they began their walk down.
♦ ♦ ♦
Benoit didn’t know where they were going at first. Then they descended the stairs.
The basement.
The cellar.
Like at the wedding.
When they arrived, the Prince sat in the same spot he had last time. Benoit sat across the couch. Harry sat between them.
“I apologize for not bringing you to a proper bedroom, but this room has what we need.”
Benoit didn’t even have to look around. He could smell that the three white barrels were still in the room. The blood wine. The lilin blood. Benoit looked down at Harry. The boy was still so innocent.
♦ ♦ ♦
The Prince stood up. Would you allow me to put a few more chains on you…Harry.” It had taken a moment for the Prince to remember his name. It didn’t bother Harry. They had just met.
Harry didn’t think he was allowed to refuse, so he nodded.
“That’s good. It’s simply for Benoit’s and my protection.”
Harry didn’t understand why the Prince thought Harry was dangerous. All they were doing was having sex like he did with Papa.
“Okay, before I chain you up, please transform. I want to fuck you with all your lilin features on full display. It’s been a dream of mine to fuck a lilin for a very long time. I honestly can’t believe you’re here.”
Harry felt his core. It was easy to transform. His wings came out of his back. So did his tail. His feathers. His talons. Harry took the mask off his face and off his feet.
“Beautiful,” the Prince said. “You are so captivating, little one. But I have one little request.”
“Mmm?” Harry asked behind the gag.
“Lilin have the ability to appear in a way most pleasing to their prey. I want you to pretend you’re hunting me, little one. How would you look?”
Hunting? Harry didn’t understand. The Prince wanted Harry to disguise himself again?
Harry pulled his wings back inside and was about to bring his tail back, when the Prince stopped him.
“No. no. That’s not what I meant. Leave your lilin features out, and only disguise your face and body. Make yourself appealing to only me. I know lilin have this ability.”
Harry understood now. He could change his appearance at will. He’d been doing so not long ago while he stared in the mirror at home. But the Prince wanted something specific. He wanted Harry to be attractive to him and only him. Harry’s brain still didn’t get it, but it seemed his core did.
He thought about what the Prince had said. Harry was supposed to be hunting right now. He needed to catch his prey. He needed to put on a mask. A mask that would be the perfect lure for the Prince.
His core truly did understand because a moment later the Prince gasped.
“You are…you look…it’s uncanny. You appear just like him. Just as young as he was, too…back then.”
Harry didn’t know what the man was seeing. Harry didn’t know what he looked like. All he knew was he had to attract this man. He put on a mask so that anyone who saw him would see him as attractive to them. It was simple now that Harry had let his instincts guide him.
The Prince turned to Benoit. “What does the boy look like to you?”
Benoit took a moment to answer. “Your Highness, Harry looks older. Early twenties, possibly. Other than that, he hasn’t changed.”
Harry turned to look at Benoit, but the man was looking away from him. Had his mask not fully worked on Benoit?
The Prince began putting steel cuffs around Harry’s ankles.
I apologize, but this is a necessary precaution.”
Harry let the vampire do as he wished. He let the man attach the chains from the cuffs to a hook in the floor. The chain was slack and gave him lots of room to move around. The Prince unlinked the cuffs on his wrists and relinked them behind Harry’s back. The action also pinned Harry’s wings to his back.
“There, that should do it. Are you alright, little one?”
Harry nodded. He wished he could at least stretch his wings.
“Good. Why don’t we begin then?” The Prince looked at Benoit then. “I trust you will restrain him if need be. I’d rather not lose my life to a good fuck.”
“Of course, Your Highness,” Benoit said.
Had Harry heard wrong? The vampire was chaining Harry up so that he wouldn’t die? Was he worried Harry would kill him? Harry didn’t understand why he was so worried. Of course he wouldn’t do anything against the Prince. Harry was too afraid to move the wrong way. If he did anything wrong, he knew Benoit might be blamed for it.
Suddenly the Prince tore Harry’s nightgown until none of the fabric remained. Then he laid Harry down on the couch. It was uncomfortable. Harry’s wings and hands were pinned underneath him.
“I’m sorry about your wings, little one, but you’re too dangerous to be allowed to move freely,” the Prince said, smiling down at him.
He was lining his cock up with Harry’s pucker. Harry couldn’t wait anymore. Finally he wouldn’t be so hungry. It seemed like such a long time since he’d had his special milk.
“Aren’t you going to prepare him, Your Highness? At least lubricant?” Came Benoit’s voice.
“If the legends are to be believed, the boy should need no such thing. His body was designed for this very thing.” The Prince looked at him then. “You worry far too much about the boy.”
“It is my mission to do so.”
“You don’t need to worry right now. He’s in good hands.”
Harry saw Benoit look away. The man was actively trying not to watch what was about to happen. Harry wished he could reassure him. He wanted to show the Prince love. He needed his stomach to stop hurting.
He felt the Prince’s cock at his pucker, rubbing small circles against the sensitive skin.
“Pull your knees up,” he said. Harry moved so his legs were out of the way, giving the vampire ample room to show him love.
That’s when Harry felt something squishy inside him. There was some kind of liquid dribbling out of his hole.
“There, you see that, Benoit? That’s lilin slick. Succubi make it inside their holes while incubi make it inside their cocks. It’s a natural lubricant.”
Benoit looked briefly, then looked away again. “Yes, Your Highness.”
The Prince pushed the head of his cock inside Harry’s hole.
“Oh!” The vampire cried. “Oh! He’s so tight! So warm and wet! This is…I’ve never…he’s already the best I’ve ever had!”
The Prince was staring at Harry’s face as he pushed the rest of his cock inside. “Yes! Yes, take it! Oh yes! It feels so good!”
The Prince didn’t look away. He placed his hands on the back of Harry’s knees and pushed them up even farther. Harry was folded in half. It didn’t hurt. Harry had always been very flexible.
The Prince began brutally pistoning his cock inside him. This did hurt a little, but Harry was creating more of the wetness that the Prince had called slick to make up for the rough treatment. It made it more pleasurable for the vampire.
Harry knew that the man was enjoying showing Harry love, but Harry was so hungry. He wanted the man’s milk now. He had waited so long already. Harry decided to use what he’d learned with Professor Porcher. He clenched and unclenched his muscles. He squeezed the vampire’s cock with his hole. He began rocking his body in just the right way.
The Prince screamed something intelligible and came instantly. Harry watched the man’s eyes roll back and his body tensed and spasmed. Harry felt the vampire’s long nails dig into his flesh as hot, delicious milk poured deep inside him.
Now that he had transformed, Harry’s body came alive at the feeling of his special milk. It sent a shiver throughout Harry’s small body. And it really was delicious. That was the best word to describe it. Harry could taste the milk, in a way, with his anal muscles. It was healthy and strong. It was liquid gold. White gold. But not metallic. It tasted like warm milk and honey… and magic, like a sweet treat with the perfect creamy frosting. The magic in the cum was fantastic. It was like bubbles of sour flavoring, the perfect amount. Harry wouldn’t have guessed that sweet and sour pair so well, but that’s what it was like. Bubbles of sour embedded into sweetness.
And then, for the best part. There was one more added flavor. It was practically impossible to describe. The added ingredient…Harry felt fireworks in his core. It was that type of WOW. It tasted like…like…perfection.
Milk had never tasted so good. It had never set his body aflame with energy and pleasure before now. It had never been all he could think of, but there was nothing else in the lilin’s mind now. Milk. Cum. It was all that mattered.
And his body needed more of it. He craved it.
He needed more.
♦ ♦ ♦
Benoit watched the Prince come suddenly. Very suddenly. He’d only been inside the boy for what seemed like a few minutes before he was already spilling his seed inside Harry.
“Ooh…ooooh,” the Prince moaned as he began to compose himself. He was panting hard. “What…I wanted to fuck you for so much longer…how did I come so fast?” He looked down at the lilin on the couch. The boy was staring at him intently.
“You sneaky little thing,” the vampire said. “You milked me.” Then the Prince laughed. He looked over at Benoit. “These creatures truly are formidable. Even after all those precautions I took, even tied up…I’m helpless once I’m inside its seductive warmth.”
Benoit expected the Prince to pull out then, but the man didn’t. He watched as the Prince moaned.
“It’s…he’s…”
Benoit looked at Harry then. The boy was staring intently at the Prince. He could see the boy shift his body ever so slightly. Again and again.
The Prince moaned again. “I…I’m getting hard again,” he said. “This little beast is trying to milk me again.” The Prince moaned. “It’s working.”
“Pull out, Your Highness,” Benoit said. “I read that it’s dangerous to do it with a lilin twice in a row. You could lose your life.”
“No,” the Prince said. “It’s dangerous for humans. Vampires can last three or even four times. I’m not in danger yet.” The Prince pulled most of his cock out, then pushed it in to the hilt. “Besides, I can’t stop now. It’s too good. The succubi knows just how to torment me. It got me hard again so quickly. I want to last longer this time, but I don’t know how. How do humans have sex with their lilin pets? They must cast spells on them or feed them potions…” The Prince moaned loudly. “No! Not yet! I don’t want to come yet!”
Benoit watched the Prince pull all the way out. He was panting like crazy. He was sweating, and his pupils were dilated.
“I…I did it. I was able to take it out. I almost came again.”
Benoit watched the Prince try to compose himself. The vampire looked at Benoit. “I can’t look at him. It’s too much.”
Benoit heard Harry say something behind the gag. He turned to see the boy glaring at the Prince. He looked like he’d just had his dinner stolen away.
The Prince laughed at the boy’s glare. “Don’t worry, little one. I’ll give you more of my seed. But I want you to promise me something first.”
Harry stopped glaring.
“You need to promise me you’ll stop trying to milk me. I set the pace. I decide when I come. You’ll get it, don’t worry. But I dictate when and how. Understand?”
Harry screamed through the gag. Benoit could see how desperate the boy was for a meal.
Benoit spoke to him then. “Harry.” When he had the boy’s attention, he continued. “I know you’re hungry. No, starving. I know. I know. And I know that your instincts are telling you to feed in the quickest and most efficient way possible. But that could be dangerous. I know you don’t want to hurt the Prince. You don’t want to hurt anyone. So please listen. Try not to move. Just let the Prince move inside you. It might be hard for you, but please do this for me.”
Harry looked back at Benoit with the most beautiful green eyes. The boy’s face wasn’t that of a boy. No, to Benoit, he was a man. Harry had changed his appearance at the Prince’s request, and now Harry looked like a very handsome man. Just like he imagined Harry would look as an adult. His jaw was sharper. His cheeks were less full. But he still looked soft somehow. Delicate. He was still Harry.
And, surprisingly, his hair looked shorter. Benoit wasn’t really attracted to short hair. It was the sign of a common vampire, but Harry wasn’t a vampire. And he wasn’t female, either. Wild short hair…the hair Benoit had first seen him with when they met in England. That was the real Harry. And that’s how his hair looked to Benoit now. Wild. Messy. Short. Not almost down to his shoulder. Not straightened with chemicals and machines the way the maids sometimes did for him. No pretty little bows.
Just Harry. Energetic and kind. Wild and adorable. In his twenties. Sexy. Very, very sexy. His succubus features made Harry appear like a goddess. The goddess Aphrodite or Persephone, maybe. A male version. Harry looked like springtime and red satin sheets. Fireworks and the blackest leather.
Benoit had never been so attracted to anyone in his life, not that he’d found many people attractive to begin with. But Harry, donning this mask he now wore, was perfectly crafted for him. Well, obviously, Benoit told himself. Lilin can appear differently to anyone who sees them. An appearance meant to lure them in.
This Harry that he was seeing now…
Benoit realized then that he was hard. He. Was. Hard. The only other time was when he’d drunk blood wine. Lilin blood. He was hard now, staring at the face made to do just that. And Benoit realized that he wanted to have sex with this creature.
For the first time in his life Benoit wanted to have sex. He wanted to slowly run his tongue up Harry’s neck. Kiss it. He wanted to kiss the man’s thighs. Slowly. Seductively. He wanted to stare deeply into the man’s green eyes as he sank himself inside the man’s hot hole. He wanted to hear the man moan his name. He wanted to come inside him.
Benoit closed his eyes. He took a moment to breathe. The man didn’t exist. That wasn’t Harry. Benoit formed a picture in his head of what Harry really looked like, without the mask. What he saw was a young boy with pretty green eyes and a round, youthful face.
Harry Potter was just a child.
Benoit’s erection deflated like a popped balloon.
It was amazing what lilin were capable of. A succubus had not only gotten him hard, but also made him yearn for sex.
Him.
Benoit kept his eyes closed. He wouldn’t look at the succubus again.
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