To Taste a Warrior (Succubus shorts)

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You are not of veela descent. I want to find someone to spend my life with, but it's hard with my name and my career. There was a brief moment where Harry thought he might be capable of falling in love with this veela, but then a look flashed over Armand's eyes as another veela passed their table, and Harry was reminded too much of Malfoy.

I don't really like how I feel under veela pheromones. You seem like a very nice man, otherwise. Armand frowned, and Harry's insides fluttered again, regretting having said something to upset the veela. Maybe for one night? He generally didn't do one-offs.

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The hand squeezing gently at him felt very nice, and it had been far too long since he'd had sex, even longer since he'd been with a man. Armand grinned, leaning in to kiss him. His kiss felt oddly similar to the veela women, soft and seductive. The veela didn't even have any stubble. It felt odd, but nice, and Harry let himself give in to the pheromones without worrying about what he might do. Harry awoke in a strange bed the next morning, the silk sheets slippery and cold, even with another body there to warm them.

He was curled around a slim figure, naked as he was. It took him a minute to remember what he had been doing the night before. He slid a hand up his bed partner's chest, feeling the thin, flat chest of a man. He vaguely remembered going to bed with this man, having the man above him, lowering himself down slowly and moving in the slow, sensual way he was used to feeling with a woman.

It had been disorienting, not only because of the pheromones, but also because it had felt so strange in comparison to his other encounters with men. They were usually rougher, more insistent, a little dirty. The veela had felt nice, but not what he had expected. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and wished that it wasn't Saturday. If it had been a week day, he could have made an excuse about being late for work and left. As it was, he had no plans. And, if memory served, he had told the veela that as they were tumbling into bed the night before. Harry was saved having to answer by an insistent owl rapping its beak on the window.

Both turned, and Harry recognized Hermione's owl, Mercury, and jumped out of bed to let the owl in. She wouldn't be sending me something this early on a Saturday if it wasn't important. Mercury gave the veela still in bed a reproachful look as he landed on Harry's arm and held out a talon to deliver his letter. Harry opened it quickly and was shocked to see what was inside. It was the front page of the Prophet, with a massive picture of Harry on a settee, being set-upon by a flock of veela women.

He looked very pleased in the photograph, if a little dazed, and he was giving as good as he got. He glanced down the article, only to find a second, smaller picture at the bottom of the page of Armand leading him out of the meeting hall, a significant tent in his trousers clearly visible in the photo. Harry balled the page up in disgust. I should have never gone to that meeting. You planned this, didn't you?

I came to you looking for someone who wouldn't use me for publicity, and what do you lot do? Sell lies to the paper as quick as you can! No wonder no one can love you without being coerced by magic.

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Armand's hair stood on end, and he snatched up the paper, giving it a quick look before screeching. How could I have, when I spent all night trying to come on your pathetic, little cock? I might as well have gone home with a girl, you poncy git! He ducked, cursing, and scrambled for his wand. Those veela could have convinced you to marry them and you would have done it without question, but I saved you from them, and this is how you repay me? I should eviscerate you! I wasn't lying about being Head Auror, you twat. I'd have no difficulty at all arresting you for assault if you don't stop trying to burn me," Harry barked as he tugged his shirt down so hard he felt the seam give.

It took him a moment to find the door, but he managed to slam through it and Apparate away just as the sound of a third fireball hit his ears. Hermione was waiting on his sofa. Why were there photographs of you at a Veela Society meeting? What sort of business could you possibly have had there? And why did you let those women all over you like that? Didn't you think that it might get back to the papers? Do you know what sort of gossip this is going to cause, Harry? Harry hadn't seen her so worked up since they gave Romilda Vane a promotion over her at work.

I wasn't expecting it to get in the papers. They seemed like a really close-knit society. I only went to see if I could meet someone. If I'd known what was going to happen, I wouldn't have gone. This elicited the sigh to end all sighs and Hermione flopped back onto the sofa. She turned to him with an expression that was barely containing its frustration. I got the idea from Ron. Well, Ron didn't know I was doing what I did, but he told me about the veela mating for life.

I read up on it before I got the nerve up to go. They just… it was a bad idea. I know that now. I wouldn't date a masculine woman, either. You should never have gone to veela looking for a…" She paused, frowning. Harry scuffed his toe on the hardwood, feeling embarrassed and very, very stupid. I was looking for someone who would want to be with me for myself. Hermione gave him a look. It was not a nice look. Look, I know you're still upset from Cynthia, but really, things will get better. You will meet someone new and forget all about her. You don't need to go to extreme measures to find someone.

You just need to be patient. Otherwise, situations like this happen. Like I said, I hadn't expected anything like that to happen. They sort of bombarded me. And they used the allure stuff they've got. I could barely think, let alone control my actions. It was horrible, really. I think they just wanted to see if they could bag the Chosen One. Like every other female I've ever slept with. His eyes grew big in understanding, and he immediately shook his head.

I wanted to go with him. I just didn't particularly like it, or him afterwards. At least now you know better, don't you? You need to be patient. I know how much you want to meet the right person and start a family, but you can't force things like love.

You have to let it happen naturally or it will never be right. I don't have to like it, though, do I? It calmed Harry down, but it didn't convince him. The damage caused by the article was more serious than Harry had originally anticipated. He had had to hold a press conference to explain what had happened and deny the allegations that he had partaken in a public veela orgy or any orgy at all. There had been many outlandish questions about his personal life, none of which he was comfortable answering, and the string of articles debating what had really happened ran for three weeks.

Linus Trowlsmith, the new Minister for Magic, had held Harry hostage in his office in strict lecture for three of the most mind-numbingly boring hours of Harry's life. All of it piled together triggered a headache so severe that Harry had had to take a double dose of Pain Reliever Potion. When he came home the next afternoon from work, there were five owls waiting patiently along the railing of his balcony.

They couldn't have been fan mail or howlers because those automatically got routed to a storage facility in Bath, but none were owls Harry recognized. He opened the balcony doors and let them in, each dropping a letter on his coffee table before finding a place to perch inside the flat. They all required responses, then. Harry picked up the top envelope, made of thick expensive parchment and elegantly addressed to him.

He quickly opened it, curiosity getting the best of him, and was surprised to find an invitation inside from the Most Regal Order of English Vampires. We were delighted to read that you have developed an interest in creature societies, Mr. It is our greatest wish that you would join us in our next gathering on the 9 March at seven o'clock in the evening.

The gathering shall be held at the home of our illustrious leader, Sir Eldridge Cuttlebloom, located in Dover. Harry stared at the invitation for several minutes without really understanding what he was reading. There were other societies? They wanted to meet him? Would he have to let them drink his blood? That didn't sound appealing. He set the invitation down and looked to the next one.

He made a face. Did they even have compatible anatomy? They must, otherwise why would they be asking him to come? He set it on top of the vampire invitation and moved on. There was one from the werewolves, the incubi, and the naga. Harry wasn't even sure what a naga was, but the snake on the letterhead intrigued him. He couldn't speak Parseltongue anymore, but he'd kept the affinity for snakes. Fifteen minutes later he was slumped on his sofa, looking at five invitations from five different creature societies, all vying for his time. He had promised Hermione that he wouldn't go to another meeting, but she would forgive him if he went back on his word in this.

Especially if he managed to find a partner out of the ordeal. He supposed he was relatively safe with them all, at least if he made it clear that someone knew where he was going when he went to their meetings. He would have to make them sign a confidentiality agreement so he didn't have to worry about the media.

He did not want to go through another hours like the one he had just had. He still wasn't entirely comfortable with vampires or werewolves, so he decided to wait on going to their meetings, but he said yes to the merpeople, curious to see what they were like, and the naga, after looking them up in his old copy of Fantastical Beasts and Where to Find Them—the book told him they were humanoid snake creatures with scales and forked tongues and an ability to speak Parseltongue and unhinge their jaws to swallow food whole.

The succubi and incubi he ultimately decided to hold off on as well. A creature that fed off sexual energy didn't sound like the mate-for-life type. The gathering of the British Society of Merpeople was held at a private lake near Keswik. The invitation had indicated that he should bring swim shorts, unless he preferred to swim in the nude. Harry, of course, did not, and so he wore the shorts under his robe and kept a shrunken towel in his pocket for later.

He got the coordinates wrong and ended up in Whitehaven and ended up a little later than he would have liked. The woman who greeted him was all smiles, though, and she didn't look anything like the merpeople Harry had encountered at Hogwarts. She was tall with long blue hair that flowed down her back in a curtain, sea-green eyes, and slits down her neck that were obviously gills.

She was shirtless, a fact that would have distracted Harry, except that her skin was covered in pale green scales that could have been mistaken for clothing. Harry Potter, how lovely of you to join us. We had thought perhaps you might have changed your mind. I am Loathlia, leader of our society. I am very pleased to meet you. She shook his hand, her slick scales scraping against his skin oddly.

Harry let himself be led by her towards the water as she spoke to him. I hope you will. There is music above for your enjoyment, but the truly excellent musicians are below, as are the majority of our members, who are all excited to meet you. I will direct you this way, then. The slimy feel of the weed down his throat was made better by the strong alcohol content.

While the change overtook him, Loathlia directed him to the water and helped him remove his robes without asking his permission. He would have minded the intrusion if she hadn't been so beautiful. She waded with him into the water, not showing any signs of shock at the temperature. Harry could barely feel his legs for the frigid water. He was surprised there wasn't any ice floating near them. She grabbed his hand, pulling him underwater before he was ready. Thankfully, the gills had already fully formed and he was able to breathe without trouble.

He was stunned at his first glance of her underwater. Her supple legs had transformed into an iridescent tail with soft, flowing flippers that floated in the water like silk. The glow from the underwater orbs made her already attractive features hauntingly beautiful. It was difficult for Harry to look away long enough to see where he was going as he followed her down into the depths of the lake. There was a band underwater, music flowing into his ears as easily as the water flowed across his body.

The lake was well-lit by underwater orbs, creating a path down to the sandy bottom, where an area had been marked out with glistening stones and cleared of plant life. As Harry looked around the meeting area, he recognized the merpeople he was used to seeing, their greyish skin glowing in the light. They made an odd contrast to the beautiful Loathlia. There were others like her, and yet other breeds of merpeople, both attractive and not. There was only one other human that Harry could see, a plain woman in her forties wearing an ill-fitting bathing costume.

She was trying to talk to a beautiful Merman, but was only succeeding in creating a long line of bubbles, floating up to the surface. Harry decided he would do as little talking as possible. The merpeople obliged him by asking him questions about his interest in music. I don't have time for it with work. I like music, though. The band is lovely," he tried to answer. His words were mostly bubbles with only a decibel or two of sound. The merpeople seemed to understand him anyway.

We are very fond of music, especially singing. Are you a gifted singer? Harry snorted and wound up with the uncomfortable sensation that he needed to blow the water from his nose. I sound like a dying cat. Would you like to hear me sing? Harry pulled away, not expecting such forward behavior, only to back into the naked chest of another mermaid. This one wasn't as pleasant to look at as Loathlia. It is very beautiful. He tried to smile at the mermaid, but her appearance unnerved him, as did her hand tracing his abdomen. Merpeople gathered close, grinning at each other in excitement.

The band changed to a deep, slow melody that reminded Harry of the old songs Hagrid used to sing when he'd had too much Firewhiskey. The group began to sing a sad song of love lost and battles fought and death and loneliness. It made Harry's heart heavy. When they finished, Harry found himself surrounded by merpeople, all clamoring to know what he thought of the song. He struggled for words. You all have beautiful voices. There was a chorus of thanks, and more hands caressing his chest than he thought there had been merpeople around him.

He blushed and tried to tread backward to create distance, but found himself falling into a female chest instead. They all tittered at him and cooed over his hair and his naked chest and his webbed hands and flippered feet. And they made him dance, an odd series of hip twists and flips that left him dizzy. Or at least, he had thought that was what was happening at first, until he took his first gulp of water that wasn't welcome.

He gasped, fighting for oxygen, groping at his now smooth neck. He looked at his hands to find the webbing receding and his flippers transforming back into feet. He tried to kick to the surface, but one of the mermaids was holding onto his shoulders and giggling, not realizing what was happening. He fought against her, fighting to get to the surface and air. His lungs were screaming pain, burning with the massive intake of water. Without the flippers, he was slow to swim and the meeting area was much deeper down than he remembered swimming, distracted as he had been.

He swam as hard as his legs could propel him, but the harder he swam, the heavier they felt. A few meters from the surface, his limbs stopped all together and a peace came over him as he fell into oblivion. He awoke choking, coughing up lungfuls of water. There were a dozen worried faces hovering over him, exclaiming over him and apologizing for forgetting to give him more gillyweed. He rolled to the side, coughing as though his lungs would come up at any moment, bile dripping down his chin. He felt terrible, his chest burning from the inside out, and so exhausted.

He slumped to the side of his own spit, huffing, sucking in as much oxygen as he could. It took a while to settle his body's unrest. Meanwhile, the mermaids were checking him over with hands, asking him questions his throat hurt too much to answer, and generally making a nuisance of themselves. He let them coddle him until he could no longer stand it, and then he gently pushed them away. As kind as you all are, I don't think your society is for me.

Not after having nearly drowned. We don't want you to leave us with such a poor impression of us. Harry grabbed his robe, stepping back from her. He collapsed onto his sofa, careless of the wet patch he was leaving, and dropped his head to the back of the sofa. Maybe Hermione was right. After the mess with the merpeople, Harry was a bit wary of what the naga would be like, but he still wanted to find the One, so he went to the meeting anyway.

The picture in his magical creatures book hadn't been clear, or it was simply inaccurate, because the creatures had looked much more human than the three naga who greeted him did. In fact, they were all bald and without noses, and their forked tongues flicked out at him as they said hello in Parseltongue. Harry forced a smile. Could you speak English, please? I can no longer speak Parseltongue except for a few words. Parseltongue is such a distinguished language. Did you simply forget it? We could give you all the practice you need," the female-looking one in the middle asked, her brows furrowing in what must have been concern.

Harry tried to focus on her face, but her pale skin made her look too much like Voldemort, and it unnerved him. It died with him. It was the only bit of that situation that I liked. He didn't like anything about Voldemort or their connections, but he wanted these people to like him.

I don't supposed you know any Spanish? He was soon ensconced on a sofa with a naga on either side of him, and two more bookending a witch and wizard on a longer sofa opposite. Normally, the lack of personal space might have bothered him, but he was one drink down and had another in hand, and cared little about the snake-creatures' close proximity.

One of the humans was asking questions, and Harry was paying close attention to the answers. We have a season for mating where we choose a select few humans, preferably wizards and witches, to mate with. We will stay with them until the birth, but that is the group as a whole, not individuals," answered the naga next to the witch.

We mate with them during our season, take care of them until they give birth to our young, and then we care for the young. The humans may choose to join us for multiple seasons, but few ever do. The pregnancy can be taxing on the body. We go into a mating frenzy at the height of the season. It is quite thrilling. How does that work? He already knew this wasn't what he was looking for, but he was still curious.

Even individuals who are otherwise unable to conceive are capable of becoming pregnant with us. Are you considering joining our season, Mr. I can tell you now that we would be delighted to have your strong genes in our line. Harry shifted in his seat. I'm looking for a single partner. I am curious, though. The way you phrased it made it sound like they weren't. Our young are born in snake form and do not develop human characteristics until they reach their majority at seventeen.

Harry had a feeling that she very much wanted to be a part of a season. He himself couldn't understand it. If he was even open to pregnancy—let alone group sex—he wouldn't want to give up any of his children, snake-formed or not. He listened and conversed politely for another hour before finding an excuse and slipping out, disappointed that he had once more not found a partner. Another week of sleeping in a cold bed and Harry was reconsidering the vampires and werewolves. He re-read their invitations, looked up descriptions of mating rituals for both. Werewolves definitely had mates, vampires the books were less certain about.

Nothing more had reached the papers about his attempts to find love, luckily. He decided to risk both and sent them each an acceptance owl. He found himself at the front door of an elegant Manor outside of London three weeks later. It has been so long since our last meeting," Sanguini greeted him, sliding his cloak off his shoulders for him and handing it to a butler.

Harry had not anticipated meeting Slughorn's friend here and was surprised to see the lanky vampire at the door. Though the vampire had unnerved him, Luna had liked him and he always thought her an excellent judge of character. Harry had to fight a blush. It was always awkward for him when people he had seen as adults while he was a child recognized him as an adult himself.

Even at twenty-six, he didn't know how to handle the equal footing, at least not in social situations. I will introduce you to my brethren. They are all interested in meeting you. Harry noted that there were more humans here than there had been at any of the other meetings combined. The vampires treated them with varying degrees of respect, some talking to them as though they were precious while at least one kept a human leashed at his feet. Sanguini laughed and waved them off when he saw Harry looking at the odd couple.

Alayna will play her games. I can assure you the human has given his full consent and enjoys the play as much as she does. He led Harry toward a group of bored-looking vampires. Harry shook their hands, trying not to blush as the Middle Eastern vampire Sanguini had called Anpu kissed the back of his hand with an inviting look and flash of fang.

Harry didn't know whether to be creeped out or turned on. Thank you for inviting me to your party," he said, smiling at all of them. With the presence of so many humans, he felt a bit more at ease than he had at the other meetings. He had a thick Scandinavian accent and a thicker head of long blond hair, braided down his back.

He had a massive build, at least seven feet tall and at least seventeen stone of pure muscle. He eyed Harry as though he wanted to eat him, which very well could have been the case. The night turned out to be far more pleasurable than he anticipated. He was aptly supplied with whiskey and surrounded by vampires at all times, asking him questions and telling him about their long lives. He was surprised to learn that Anpu had been council to Tutankhamen, and that Lionna had modeled for Raphael. He smelled like a corpse, which for the time period was quite an achievement.

Bathing has come such a long way since then. He was never in a happy mood when in the same room with Raffaello, though I understood from others that he could be charismatic when he wanted to be. My Master had wanted to turn him, but he refused. It is quite a sad thing. Harry thought it was the closest she came to frowning. Thought she was stunningly beautiful, she was not the most expressive creature. In the pause that followed, Sigurd leant into Harry as though to whisper, although his booming voice was much too loud for that.

I have not seen him in years. What happened to him? This man was much too big for him. It is why I would very much like to have you. Your smell is the same. Your face, the way you smile. I want to know if your taste is the same, as well. May I taste you? He had heard interesting things about vampires bites, and he supposed he could trust the ancient not to drain him.

He had told the clan that his friends knew where he was going—that had been a lie, of course, but it would keep him safe. Even though the man's size worried him, there was no point to his coming here if he wasn't willing to be fed from. What would it look like if he rejected the first request for blood? I don't want to turn into a sloppy drunk. Sigurd smiled, taking Harry's wrist gently in his large hand and bringing it to his mouth, face-up. Harry watched with trepidation as his fangs elongated before his lips sealed over Harry's skin. He started with a gentle lick that sent a tiny shiver down Harry's arm.

The fangs puncturing his skin hurt, but only for a moment before a feeling of euphoria overcame him and he melted into the vampire. A strong arm encircled his waist and pulled him close as the Viking began to suck blood from his wound. The contact lasted for only a moment before his tongue was lapping at the wound. Harry could feel the skin knitting back together. When Sigurd let his wrist go, the skin was clear. He hadn't expected to like being made to feel as frail as a ragdoll, but he liked the security of the large body against his.

He still tried to gently remove himself from Sigurd's arm and was let go. He hadn't thought he would be interested in this hulking man, but the feeding had mirrored the stories he had read in incident reports. Would you not want to become a vampire? There is power and strength. You are a warrior. I know you would do well as a vampire. Harry took a deep, calming breath to quell the panic at the very idea. I'm not afraid of death, and there are many people I wish to see again. I don't know if I would be able to see them if I became a vampire.

You will have to forgive him his persistence. He is not accustomed to being told no," Margaret chimed in, stepping up to Harry's other side and flicking her wrist at a waiter to bring Harry over more wine. I have never broken a human. I did not have a choice in my own turning, and it was many decades before I was able to come to terms with it, and eventually be grateful to my sire for the gift she has given me.

I myself do not require my lovers to take my blood in order to warm my bed. He did not want to be a warm body for a creature to feed from and have sex with. He wanted a partner. For someone as enterprising as Mr. Potter here is, it is an unsurprising, yet admirable trait. Vampires once worshiped humans. Instead, now they are treated as food," Lionna said. Harry liked her the more he talked to her.

Margaret scoffed at her and walked away without a second glance at Harry. There was a clan living in Russia that believed humans were our gods. My Master was a member of this clan for many years. He likes the bravado of Americans; he says it gives their blood a delicious tang. I think it makes them taste sour.

I would like to taste yours, Mr. Potter, to see if it is as good as the look Sigurd has been giving you indicates that it is. Harry's eyes flicked to Sigurd. He was still looking at Harry as though he were a tasty treat. Harry took another drink of his glass. Just, again, not a lot. I've had more wine and less food. Her hair was right under his nose, piled high with curls as it was, and it smelled like lilacs and roses and fresh air. But there was more to her, a tangy, coppery smell of blood. The feeding was as pleasurable as it had been with Sigurd, and it hurt less than his had.

She pulled back after a moment, licking his punctured skin until it healed, and a little while afterwards. I would take you home and make love to you," she whispered in his ear. She met his eyes with fathomless black depths and smiled. A companion could live for many lifetimes without having to be turned. Would you want that? Harry hadn't known that; he had just read that vampires chose their own mates. The books had been vague about the logistics. How many lifetimes are we talking about and are they wizard lifetimes or Muggle? He died three years ago at I have heard of other companions living longer.

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I know several companions who have chosen this path. You might grow more distinguished as the centuries pass, but you would not become an old man. A companion is less fragile," Sigurd interrupted. The eagerness on his face made Harry feel funny things in his stomach, knowing that this man didn't want him because of his name or position. As lovely as Lionna was, he couldn't be assured of the same from her. Of course, he also knew that Sigurd wanted him for his resemblance to the Viking's former lover, and still not for himself. It was nice to meet you, and I did enjoy the feeding.

Before he knew what was happening, he was being swept up in massive arms and kissed to within an inch of his life. It was not unpleasant to say the least. He kissed back, having nothing else to do, clinging to neck muscles thicker than his thighs. Finally the Viking pulled away, giving Harry an earnest look. I will have you whichever way you like. Thanks," Harry said awkwardly. He was set back on his feet, a little dazed from the kiss. Lionna took his hand, leading him away from Sigurd and towards the front door. When she turned to him on the front step and pulled him in her arms, he was expecting Apparition.

He clung to Lionna, shocked to find the ground several meters below their feet. He grinned at Lionna and couldn't help but kiss her. A tiny moan escaped her mouth as she sucked his tongue in and dragged a fang along it, drinking up the drops that fell. The saliva healed the wound quickly as her tongue stroked his. He kept his eyes open as they kissed, watching the earth pass below them.

It was thrilling, holding a woman in his arms while the world passed underneath him. He and Ginny had made-out once on broomsticks, but that had been nerve-wrecking and horrible. It was over too soon, and they were standing on Lionna's front steps. Lionna kissed him one last time, her eyes dancing as she looked at him.

I've always wanted to try flying without a broom, but I can never get the concentration down. Come, let us to bed. I am very interested to see what you have under all these clothes. She took her time undressing him, peeling away each layer slowly, provocatively. Once naked, she pushed him into a chair and climbed into his lap, taking his mouth in another kiss. He caressed her hips, surprised at how thin she was underneath all the petticoats she had been wearing. He trailed fingers down her belly to her sex, rubbing his forefinger over her clit. She moaned into his mouth, rocking her hips over his hand, reaching down for him.

He was already nearly hard by the time she had him in hand, and a few strokes was all he needed to be ready. She shifted her hips to align herself and slid down onto him. She wasn't as warm or slick as he was used to, but the tight clench of her was perfect. They began a slow rocking, gradually building to orgasm. She buried her fingers in his hair and pushed his head to the side so that she could sink her teeth into his neck. There she drank deeply as she continued to rock over him, thrusting down harder as the blood flowed from his neck.

He clenched her sides, unable to stop himself from coming with such a bombardment of pleasure. She continued to move over him even as the last tremors of orgasm left him, and he focused on her pleasure, rubbing her clit, squeezing a nipple between his fingers. Her breast fit perfectly in his hand, soft and supple. At last she closed the bite and dropped her head back, shaking and crying out in orgasm. As she collapsed on his chest, he petted her hair, holding her close to him.

He picked her up easily in his arms and brought her to bed, settling her down and lying next to her. He wanted more from her, more kisses, more caressing, more pleasure, but he was too tired and starting to feel weak from blood loss. He kissed her one last time and fell asleep. The bed was cold when he awoke.

A note lay on the pillow next to him. Thank you for the gift of your blood. I do not find that I desire a companion at this time. There is breakfast available for you. I wish you luck in your search. He slumped against the pillows in defeat. This one he had really liked.

And the flying had been amazing. Harry stood at the edge of the forest, hoping against hope that these werewolves were more like Remus and less like Greyback. The last thing he needed was a group of feral werewolves looking to mate with him and possibly turn him. He wasn't really in love with the idea of werewolves at all, but the alternative was incubi and succubi, and they gave him even less confidence in finding a partner. He took a deep breath. A yelp from the distance made him jump. He walked forward, using a Point Me spell to find the direction he should be going.

The spell made a Lumos impossible, so he had to walk in the dark. He had done this before on countless missions, and he wasn't frightened. At least, not until he heard the howls. Fuck, the last thing I need is to be turned into a fucking werewolf. Hermione will kill me, he thought as he hurried closer to follow the Point Me spell more quickly. Finally, he found himself at the edge of a clearing lit by nothing but moonlight.

The moon wasn't full, but it might as well have been for the behavior of the creatures in front of him. There were groups of weres rolling around in the dirt, growling and wrestling each other. A pair on the outskirts were rutting together like dogs.

A group of children were eating near where he stood, ripping nearly raw beef from the bone. Harry's stomach turned at the sight.

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He canceled the Point Me spell, but didn't Apparate away. He had to be sure that nothing illegal was going on or he would be responsible if there was an incident report later. A few more minutes of observation and he determined that though the behavior was disgusting, to say the least, it was not illegal. Well, the sex act was, but he was going to look the other way on that. If he was planning on arresting any of this lot, he'd need a team to do it. This was his last resort. If he didn't find anyone here and he wasn't very enthusiastic that he would, given the nature of these creatures , he was giving up on relationships for the time being.

He was tired of the constant disappointment and the emotional roller coaster that had become his life. The gathering was being held at an incubus' manor house in Devon. Harry was greeted by a house-elf and led through the enormous home, down a flight of stairs to a long corridor with very little decoration. Harry began to worry that he was being led to his death when music reached his ears, a sensual beat that seeped into his skin. It grew louder as they drew closer to the door, as the temperature rose from dank chill to tropical humidity.

The house-elf opened the door, flooding the corridor with golden candlelight and more of the bass-heavy music that was already invading his senses. Harry nodded at the elf and entered. He had barely had time to look around the room before a man was standing in front of him, invading his personal space and pressuring him backwards into the wall.

The man was taller than him, dark-skinned and fit. Harry could tell because the man was shirtless, his skin glistening in the dim lighting. Harry's eyes trailed up to the man's face, chiseled and gorgeous, with deep brown eyes that flashed red as they made contact with Harry's. Harry momentarily lost his breath, and himself, staring into them. He was so overwhelmed by the man that he didn't recognize him at first.

You're looking very well," the man greeted him in a deep, rich voice that sent shivers down Harry's spine. Harry's face grew hot, and he had to look away to calm himself, but it was nearly impossible with Zabini standing so close. The man smelled of honey and exotic spices and sex, and it turned Harry on more than he was comfortable with.

We were beginning to feel slighted by your not visiting us. Obviously, you were saving the best for last. And I am so pleased that you have finally decided to see us. You've never really been a fan of mine No matter how distracted he was by Zabini's seduction, it was still true that he didn't like Zabini. He just had to remind himself why.

Zabini lifted one hand off the wall where it had rested next to Harry's ear and stroked his cheek with his knuckles. His eyes flashed red again before briefly closing as he touched Harry's skin. He only managed three feet before Zabini's hand grabbed his wrist and stopped him. Come back here and play with me. I'm trying to find someone to be with who is the exact opposite of you. Zabini surprisingly acquiesced, holding his hands in front of him in surrender.

Harry turned from him and got a better look around. The room was dimly lit and much warmer than Harry remembered any dungeon he'd ever been in being. Richly colored silk hung from the walls and draped from the ceiling, hiding the stone and creating an Arabian atmosphere. There were large square inlays in the floor covered in pillows and, at the moment, people. Loads of scantily clad people doing loads of very interesting—and very sexual—things with each other. The indignation he had built against Zabini melted in the face of the heat creeping down his belly at the sight of couples and threesomes and foursomes kissing and touching and writhing together.

A glass of dark red wine appeared from behind him as a hard body pressed against his back and lips pressed to his ear. I am a bigot no longer. Finding out that one is only half-human has a tendency to wipe away all former prejudices. He fought the sensations, determined not to be swayed. And I'm not drinking anything you give me. I've avoided much more cunning moves than that, thank you.

That is why it is simply wine. It rolls across the tongue in the most delicious way, just the way I imagine your come will feel against my tongue. It will relax you. Harry nearly melted at the touch, but he managed to stay up-right and mostly clear-headed. He would not give in to Blaise Zabini. He had better standards than that. I'll get my own drink, when I want one. Leave me alone, Zabini. Potter, what a wonderful surprise. We had been wondering if you would visit He felt a presence at his back again— Zabini , he thought grudgingly.

The man did not take rejection well. Harry glanced back at him with annoyance only to be shocked by the violence in his expression as he looked at the succubus. His expression softened as he turned his eyes on Harry, the threat turning to warmth and pleasure. You won't find such a lovely vintage among the refreshments, I can assure you.

Why don't you come and sit with me. We can discuss precisely what it is you think I did during the war that could warrant a need for forgiveness? Harry scoffed at his words, his frustration with Zabini turning to annoyance. We were groggy and stiff and exhausted. We had coffee and toast in almost perfect silence.

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I think we were both thinking the same thing - what the fuck happened last night? After breakfast and before my first class, both us took a spot on the couch and started to search through everything we could find. Naturally, this led to a number of interesting web results. We found everything from transgender to futanari, to stories about demons. Searching the internet was like reaching into a magician's hat, only there was no rabbit. There were mythical creatures like the succubus, the incubus, and strange gods and goddesses from around the world.

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What we couldn't find, no matter how many different terms we plugged in, was any real, medical or scientific information on what had happened to me. I abandoned the search at around 9: Lucas and I had been together since my last in college. I was working at the university as a teacher's aid and he was starting his own company. We met at a coffee shop, overtop of laptop screens at tables that faced each other.

And we just clicked. I mean, it was obvious we were going to last. I knew it in the first week. We had the same views on the important things, religion, politics, and the like. But we also had similar tastes in music, food, and art. And let's not forget that every time we got together sparks flew.

I mean, you have no idea. At one point during the first month we lived together, Lucas complained about having a chapped dick. I hugged him and did my best not to cry. I was so tired and the night before was still like this hazy, terrifying dream that I knew had been real. And all I could think about was: