Twilight Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Far Be It From Me, That I Might Fall For You ❯ Goodbye Cherry, Hello Love? ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The series is property of JK Rowling. This is merely a work of fanfiction.

Chapter 5: Goodbye Cherry, Hello Love?

Chapter Warnings:
-Ongoing Dehumanization
-Ongoing Depersonalization
-Ongoing Sexual Abuse
-Ongoing Sexual Assault
-Ongoing Emotional/Psychological Abuse
-Ongoing Physical Abuse
-Ongoing Verbal Abuse
-Ongoing Abuse of A Minor
-Ongoing Forced Dominance and Submission
-Ongoing Bad Dominance and Submission Etiquette
-The Complete and Total Loss of A Victim's Virginity
-Mind Games, Emerging Mental Health Deteriorization
-Emerging Stockholm Syndrome

The journey to Malfoy Manor is done via a long carriage ride, instead of through side along apparation or simply flooing over. Draco's mouth and ass, are sore by the time the carriage is allowed through the manor gates. He spent the first half of the ride, on his knees sucking the master's cock.

For the second half, the master had prepared a perverted version of the muggle game 'I Spy' to play with him. A pair of house elves stood on the left and right sides of the backseat of the carriage, while Draco's long frame was draped over the center; chin resting on the upholstery, eyes pinned on the scenery passing them by, that was visible through the carriage's back window.

Arms behind his back, tied at the wrists by the master's belt; the front of Draco's body rubbed uncomfortably against the upholstered seat, as the older man, thrust his very well endowed cock, into his ass over and over. The house elves would take turns giving Draco clues about something in the scenery passing them by, and thirty seconds to provide the correct answer. Every time he gave the wrong one or didn't provide one within the time limit, the master would increase the speed and force of his thrusts. Eventually the master's pillaging him so hard and fast that the carriage rattles under them.

Walking into his ancestral home, naked as the day he was born, come dribbling out of his ass, milk trickling from his now female breasts; his cock hard, and flushed, a red color dark enough to border on purple, the pearl of his clitoral hood, and his vulva painfully swollen; his balls full to bursting, and his prostate thoroughly battered, not allowed to come; all of it should invoke a certain humiliation that Draco just doesn't feel. He wants the master to let him come so badly that he feels detached from everything else.

Harry strangles Draco with the orgasm denying cloak, of his wandless nonverbal magic; that he's had on the boy since the teen had first verbalized that he was going to come, on the carriage ride over; as a house elf leads him and the boy to the master suite, on the second floor of the west wing of the manor; the wing that had belonged specifically to his darling slave's parents.

He responds to the looks from the boy's portrait confined relatives, in the many halls they pass; with a combination of smirks and vulgar hand gestures; rubbing it in that they can't do anything about his ownership of their descendant.

Once inside the master bedroom, he sends the house elf away, and orders Draco to get on his hands and knees for him at the center of the bed. The portrait of Draco's parents, from their ten year wedding anniversary, that hangs on the wall behind the bed; was frozen on Harry's order before setting out that morning.

With such a long lineage, the Malfoy family didn't keep multiple portraits of the same relatives up around their home, unless they were part of the currently active family.

In the case of Lucius and Narcissa, there were only three on display around the house at the time of their deaths. The one here, in the bedroom of what had been their master suite; one in the main sitting room on the first floor (this one of them on their wedding day), and one in the playroom on the first floor of the east wing, which had been Draco's wing of the house (this one a family portrait from Draco's tenth birthday party; featuring the blond sitting between his parents opening his presents).

Harry couldn't pass up the opportunity, to force Lucius and Narcissa to watch as Harry had his way with their son, that the portrait in the bedroom provided him; and thus had ordered it to be frozen.

"Draco dear, look up at the wall for me darling." Harry commands, after spelling the surface of the headboard of the bed into a mirror. He relishes the way Draco's face shudders as he registers the figures in the frozen portrait, and begins to slowly lift the magic on the blond that has kept him from orgasming.

"What? Them, here? No." Draco turns his head to look at Harry as the magic preventing him from orgasming starts to lift, realizing just what he's got to look forward to.

"Not here. Please! They can't see me like that!" His whole body gives one great shutter as the last of the master's magic retreats, and come erupts from his cock, pussy, and ass; putting a halt to his negotiation attempts with the other man as quickly as they'd started.

Draco comes back from the high spread eagle on his back pulled closer to the foot of the bed. Cleaning charms wash over him and the bed. Master Harry looks down at him with a wicked grin. "Did you ever wonder what I'd done with your wand after confiscating it?" The older man asks, and Draco blinks in confusion; why would his wand be relevant now?

"I can only assume you snapped it, sir." He answers, when it becomes evident the question is not rhetorical.

"Oh, no. You see, I recognized your wand. Years ago, in my quest to eliminate Voldemort, I ran into a bit of a problem. There was a prophecy about him and I, stating that neither of us could live if the other survived. It was my destiny to put an end to him. However, when I was eleven, the wand I received the summer before I began my Hogwarts education, my first real wand instead of a practice wand; it was a mirror to the wand that belonged to Voldemort. I couldn't kill him with a wand that had a core from the same bird, so naturally I went to Olivander's for another wand. One that would be good enough for the task at hand." Harry explained, summoning Draco's wand from one of the pockets of his discarded trousers.

"The wand I received from Olivander's back then? I returned it when I had completed my quest. I'd never have guessed that it'd be sold to you." He gently ran the tip of the wand up Draco's body, until it was digging into the flesh over Draco's heart. "Snapping it would've been a waste. It still responds brilliantly to me."

"As for why I've brought it up now, well it's simple really. I thought about popping your cherry dry, but that won't really serve my purposes today. You see, I want to put on a very good show for your dearly departed mum and dad. The portrait may be frozen, but they can still hear just fine in addition to being stuck unable to look away from whatever activities we might engage in here, upon their marital bed or another piece of furniture placed within their line of sight." He went on, dragging the wand back down to poke at the pearl of Draco's clitoral hood.

"Ahhhhh!" Draco moans loudly despite himself, as his wand's tip is suddenly alive with a powerful vibration charm. Harry chuckles as the room fills with a litany of louder and louder moans, and positions himself at the teen's vaginal entrance.

"Oh, such beautiful sounds you make for me, pet. It would undoubtedly be a sight to behold, you orgasming from just this, but I think it's high time that I finally pop your cherry." He says, laying off the pearl of the blond's clitoral hood for now, and instead thrusting the first inch of the blond's wand into his vagina, and casting a lubrication charm.

Draco's scream of pain, at the swift removal of his wand and full intrusion of Harry's monster cock, before the lubrication charm has even finished settling, is cut off by Harry claiming his mouth in a kiss. Draco kisses back after a while, reeling less from the pain of having his cherry popped, and embracing the kissing, welcoming it for the distraction it seems meant to provide; something deep inside of him feeling touched at the fact that Harry would seek to create one for him. Harry for his part, doesn't pull out until he's ravished Draco's mouth enough that the blond's gone white as snow.

Despite the fact that Harry has fingered Draco's pussy several times since the blond fell into his hands, and was transformed into a hermaphrodite; and that Harry used a lubrication charm, his cock still comes away coated in blood.

Harry casts a wandless nonverbal cleaning charm, sanitation charm, and a fresh lubrication charm, before he thrusts back into the teen; telling himself mentally that he's not going soft due to this act of kindness, he's simply ensuring that neither he nor the blond are at risk of getting ill after, but he realizes almost immediately how much of a big fat liar he's being to himself. They're not muggles, their risk of sexually transmitted diseases and yeast infections are near zero by comparison.

He shuts his train of thought down, before he can entertain the thought that he's not being rougher with the boy, because he's indeed going soft; afraid of acknowledging it; and the can of worms of why that's so, that he'll have to open if he ever does. He takes one of the blond's nipples in his mouth and starts suckling like a baby, as he starts building a steady rhythm with his thrusts. He tosses the wand aside, and uses one hand to fondle the breast he's not sucking on, and his other hand to pump the teen's cock in time to his thrusts.

Draco digs his fingers into the bed-sheets and throws his head back, his eyes firmly shut. Harry taking this slow and steady surprises him, but he's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Still, he can't bear to open his eyes and look at the frozen portrait of his parents who have no choice but to watch him be used like this and enjoy it.

He has his first orgasm of the session before Harry ever begins getting rough with him; his cock staining Harry's pumping hand with come, and splattering it all over their midsections; while the flood of come from Draco's pussy, becomes the assist to the lubrication charm that Harry needed, to be able to gradually shift the force and speed of his thrusts.

Harry switches to suckling on Draco's other nipple and moves his soiled hand off Draco's cock, issuing a quick command for Draco to lick and suck it clean after bringing it up to his mouth. Draco does as he's ordered, embracing the as of yet rare opportunity, to get familiar with the taste of his own come instead of the master's.

He's sucking on Harry's index, middle, and ring fingers despite the hand being clean for several minutes now, when his second orgasm triggers; his pussy overflowing again while he swallows Harry's long thick-skinned fingers deep, to muffle his scream from being driven over the edge again.

Harry detaches himself from Draco's chest entirely and props himself up firmly on his knees, grabbing Draco's legs and throwing them over his shoulders. "Lock your legs behind my neck and shoulders." He says, and grabs Draco's hips.

After the teen has done as he'd ordered, Harry starts thrusting into the boy as hard and fast as he can manage; the small change in positioning, allowing him to make contact with the blond's g-spot, more firmly and longer with his thrusts; which has the teen singing a completely different song with his moans, less like a shy newly deflowered virgin, more like a bitch permanently suspended in the crescendo of her dream pleasure session during a heat.

Harry's hips snap faster and faster, his long thick meaty cock sliding in and out of Draco easier with every thrust, his balls rubbing against Draco's relocated ones; every time he sheathes himself inside the blond.

His face contorts with the depth of his own pleasure; as the blond's pussy walls constrict around his erection, hard enough to finally wear him down enough to lose control and let go, unleashing a string of satisfied groans through gritted teeth; as he fills Draco's pussy with enough come to leak out around the edges. Draco's third orgasm triggers not long after, and Harry sheathes himself in the boy; and allows a moment for both of them to just recover from their respective highs, and return to a relaxed state heartbeat wise.

He flops down beside the blond and casts a series of cleaning charms on each of them afterwards; then props himself up on one elbow and looks down at the boy. Something has definitely changed between them. Draco arches an eyebrow at him in question, but Harry shakes his head. "Sleep." He says, leaning his head down to kiss the blond's forehead. "We can figure it out later."

Chapter End