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Loving Protector	By : Dragon_Ruler_06 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Slash - Male/Male Views: 24436 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This story is not being written for profit, only for entertainment purposes.

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- 1-One Shot - Loving Protector
- 1
My mind is a very sick place and yet I find that I can mostly post anything on this site. So long as all the warnings are in place, rating it correct, and I don’t do anything illegal. Damn, why didn’t I join AFF sooner?
Anyway, another Harry Potter story that popped into my head. I was trying to do some research for another story I was interested n writing, yet some of the research directed me towards some other things. So this plot bunny bit my ankle and refuses to let go.
Hope you guys enjoy it. I will admit that I’m a bit messed up here.
Here the Chapter Starts
Ever since he was a child, he was curious. Even when his relatives beat him down for it, he still went on with his curiosity. He just got a bit better at hiding it.
One of his moments led him to a bathroom, where he heard strange sounds and wanted to know what they were. They sounded human, but it wasn’t anything he ever heard before. What he saw was surprising, a teenager stroking himself, panting and moaning as his hand slid up and down, faster and faster until white stuff squirted out.
Imagine little Harry’s shock when he felt his privates twitching and heating up as he watched, his bright green eyes unable to look away. The teen even made eye contact with him, grinning as he licked the white stuff from his hand. When he was asked why he did that, the teen told him that it was because it feels good.
"Want to try it?" he offered.
Ever curious, Harry accepted, dragged into the stall and touched in ways he was unfamiliar with. The teen even let him touch his private area in his curious exploration. Harry found that he enjoyed it, hungry for the good feeling. When one grows up in a household of screeching yells and pain, finding a good feeling was like finding an uncut diamond. Wanting to keep it and hoard it from the eyes of others.
So he did. In the privacy of his cupboard, he played with his own body. His fingers seeking pleasurable locations. His young cock grew hard and leaking early from his ministrations. There was even a strange wetness between his legs.
Even through the good feeling, his curiosity wanted to know what that was. So his fingers slipped down to the spot the wetness poured from, finding a soft hole hiding under his sack. When his fingers slipped in, he had to bite back a cry of pleasure.
That was when it all started. Harry would often sneak things into his cupboard, generally things he could stick into himself. As he grew, he started exploring outside to find things that would bring him pleasure.
It turned out that would be men. Not mid-to-late teenagers. But full grown men, well past puberty and hiding thick cocks under their pants.
The first was just four houses down from the Dursley household. He coaxed Harry into his house and after some talk, he started touching. In the end, they were naked on the couch with the man between Harry’s legs and his thick cock slamming into the young raven’s butt. Harry wanted it in the other hole, but the man was too focused on where he was that the raven didn’t bother to correct him.
The second was across the street, demanding Harry be brought to his house to repair the damage he did, though it was actually Dudley that broke the window. He knew it just as well as Harry knew it. Nothing inside the house was damaged from the ball that crashed through the front window, the man was just using it as an excuse, having heard from the first about Harry’s willingness. Instead of on the couch near the broken window, Harry was taken upstairs and laid out on a bed. This man propped up a camera, claiming he wanted to remember the moment forever. Just like with the other, this man was in the wrong hole and wouldn’t listen when Harry tried to tell him otherwise.
The third mainly used toys on him. Vibrators. Dildos. Beads. He wouldn’t listen either, but he did let Harry keep one of the toys for himself. The raven had to sneak it into the house under his clothes, but he managed.
That night, he used the toy where he always wanted the men to bury into. The first penetration did hurt, and he bled a little, but he kept going until he was a whimpering mess trying to keep quiet. The soft wet hole was stretched deliciously, the toy reaching in as deep as it could. It slid in and out easier than it did when it was in his butt, and felt many times better.
He went back to the third man and asked if he could have another one. He was given two, one that stuck to flat surfaces and a vibrating dildo. To thank the man, he climbed into his lap and let the man put his cock wherever he wanted it to be. No complaints from the raven or nudging it to a spot that gave him pleasure, too.
He loved those toys. Each one had different thickness and length, but he loved each of them in his own way. Yet he found himself wishing for something more while he played with himself. Odd thoughts to have while reaching for pleasurable release.
The men he’s been with seek their pleasure, not caring if he has any in return or not. They only use him and push him back out the door. He knows it’s a bit much to ask for one of them to keep him so that he doesn’t have to live with the Dursley family anymore.
He wanted someone that would give him the same pleasure they take. Someone that would keep him safe, make him feel loved in some way. Someone that would protect him from those that want to hurt him.
Maybe that is where it truly all began.
Here is a line!
It was small things at first. A door closing or opening without anyone touching it. The feeling of eyes on their backs. Things moving around randomly.
Some were brushed off as one family member forgetting they put an item somewhere else. Or the door was pushed by the wind. When things got a bit more suspicious, they blamed it on Harry. And Vernon hated Harry more than anything.
Harry, however, didn’t feel fear or unease from the strange happenings around the house. When he slept in his cupboard, regardless of playing with himself or not, he would feel hands softly caressing his skin, warm breath on his neck, comforting purrs in his ear. It did scare him at first, but he did not feel like he was in any danger. He actually liked the strange attention, welcoming it in the middle of the night.
While Harry felt safe with the invisible presence, his relatives felt a growing fear. One night, Harry was being yelled at for burning the food. The table flipped as Vernon approached the terrified boy. When his uncle tried to rant on about his ‘freakishness’ and he won’t have any of it in the house, the morbidly obese man was thrown into the wall.
Petunia and Dudley screamed as Vernon collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from his head. The man was still alive, but unconscious.
Harry ran to his cupboard, curling up onto his bedding with his knees tucked to his chest and his face buried into his knees. He felt a larger form wrap around him, arms encasing him while the soft purrs drifted into his ears, lulling him to sleep.
When he woke in the middle of the night, he could feel a long wet tongue gliding down his bare stomach. A hand was tugging down his pants before slowly sliding up his leg. What felt like a mouth took in his hardening cock while long, thin fingers buried into the hole he loved to play with. He kicked his shorts off the rest of the way, spreading his legs wider as more fingers slid into the wetness. It was over too soon, his climax washing over him like a tidal wave. As he drifted back to the sea of dreams, he could feel that tongue working its way back up his belly and his chest.
Here is a line!
The nightly touches happened more often. Sometimes, Harry thought he could see the one pleasing him. At one point, he could feel something long and thick pushing into him, his legs as wide as the small space would allow as the invading force slowly slid in and out of his wet passage. He could almost feel the body between his legs before it was suddenly gone.
He whimpered in displeasure before his cupboard door was thrown off the hinges and he was dragged out into the hall. He still couldn’t see anything, the moonless night offering no light through curtained windows. He was pressed to the floor and his empty hole filled once more. He covered his mouth the silence his moaning, but a stronger hand pulled the arm from his lips.
In the middle of the house, he was claimed by an invisible creature, his body filled with rushing fluid. Then he was flipped over onto his hands and knees and taken again from behind, clawed hands holding his hips as he was slammed into. Though the act reminded Harry of his previous partners, it was the right spot being penetrated. And his couldn’t fight back his moans of pleasure. His legs widened without his permission, his eyes rolling up as he drooled over the floor. The clawed hands left long trails down his spine, occasionally reaching around to pinch at his nipples or tug his weeping cock. His body trembled, squeezing the thickness inside him until it spilled more burning fluid into him.
That night was filled with sex, the invisible presence pinning him to the wall, then on top of the dining room table, and then on the stairs. Harry never felt such an amazing feeling, his body trembling on the sofa after the long night. His hole was still filled, the body still between his legs as it shot ropes of heat into him. He was stuffed to the point of his belly bulging from the amount in him.
His relatives found him like that, Petunia screeching about his ‘disgusting acts’ that could poison her ‘poor Dudder’s mind’. Screaming to Vernon that the perverted boy has to go before he corrupts or molests Dudley. It seemed like Vernon was all for throwing Harry out the door, not a stitch of clothing on the young raven. Before the massive human was halfway to him, though, the raven yelped as the body sharply pulled away from him, then Vernon was sent flying. When he landed on the floor, long gashes were wrapped around his fatty neck, blood spilling onto the floor.
Petunia was soon silenced as well, Dudley following after. The movements were quick, and Harry’s mind was still too fuzzy from the sex-filled night to comprehend anything. One second, his family was alive and screaming at him. The next, he was placed on the bloody floor surrounded by their corpses and that presence was back.
Blood stuck to his skin as he was rutted into the floor, smearing from his limbs when he wrapped around his invisibly lover. The smeared blood revealed broad shoulders, a muscular torso, strong legs… and a thin tail. Horns from the crown of the head. Stretching and flexing smears showing large wings.
He wasn’t sure just what was pleasing him. Just what it was that killed his relatives before claiming him in a pool of their blood. Stretching his hole and pouring its essence into him.
He didn’t care, though. Whatever it is, it loves him and protects him. Why should he complain? It’s what he’s always wanted.
Here is a line!
Wherever he went, it stayed with him. When he realized his relatives were dead, he washed the blood from him, grabbed what he could, and then he ran. He wasn’t sure where he could go, but he ran.
The first few nights were spent in abandoned buildings, but he was never cold nor hungry. The creature kept him warm, wrapping around him after another round of sex. It hunted food for him, the smell of cooking meat over a small fire often waking him in the morning.
Then the owls started finding him. He disregarded the letters for a while until they became too persistent to be considered a joke. After reading the letter over, he sent a quick reply, a simply ‘no’ and continued on his way. The creature seemed pleased by his refusal, lavishing him with licks or kisses or simply touches. When another owl came by, it was swiftly killed and was soon roasting over a fire.
They now claimed the building they were in. The holes in the wall patches up to keep the owls out. Thrown out furniture was collected to furbish the building. It soon became their home. And they stayed there, content with their situation and their surroundings. The owls stopped coming after the fifth was killed and eaten, probably scenting the death of their brethren and deciding to avoid the location.
Harry was quite happy with the way things turned out. He was even starting to see his mysterious lover more clearly now. Occasionally, it was a quick glance. Soon enough, he saw a muscular man with three black horns protruding from his crown, each curved and twisted. His hair was shaggy and dark blonde, eyes a gleaming red. His claws were long and sharp, glinting in the firelight around the place. His tail was long and thick, a tuff of hair at the tip. He walked on thick, clawed toes, his ankles above the ground. His wings were often folded to his body, opened wide when he hunted or when they were having sex.
Then things changed again.
Here is a line!
Harry thought it was odd that he went two months without bleeding. Shortly after leaving the Dursley household, he would have monthly bleeding from that one hole. They didn’t much care for clothes since the other provided enough body heat during the colder months to keep Harry warm, and they did have that huge pile of blankets on the bed. When he would bleed, his lover would clean the red flow from his thighs and legs, and some dirt was thrown over the bloody footprints on the floor. Lately, though, he has missed two months of bleeding and his stomach wasn’t feeling right. It even looked to be protruding slightly.
He sat up on the bed, staring down at his stomach curiously, playing with the tail flicking against his thighs. "Have you noticed I haven’t bled lately?" he asked, turning to his lover.
A red eye slowly opened, staring at him before a shoulder shrugged and the eye slid close again.
"You’re no help," he huffed as he climbed out of the bed.
Soft rumbles came from the other, trying to coax him back. The noise didn’t work, so he sat up and grabbed Harry around his waist, pulling him back to the pile then nuzzling his stomach lovingly.
"What is going on with you lately?" Harry inquired, tugging one of the horns gently.
Clawed fingers softly rubbed his stomach, dipping in between his legs then coming back up to the slight swell.
Harry learned early on that the creature didn’t speak, but he was fine with that. Sometimes he thought he heard words, mainly in his mind. Other times, the creature spoke with his body. And right now, the raven felt like his lover was trying to tell him something important.
Whatever it was seemed to alter his behavior over the months.
Here is a line!
When the creature hunted, he brought back more food and made sure Harry got most of it. He stuck to the younger almost everywhere he went and seemed to be on high alert for anything in the area. Often, he would be caught snarling towards a wall, probably hearing something outside.
The whole time, Harry noticed the oddity with his body growing larger. His belly was getting too big and heavy for him to just get up anymore, and his ankles swelled. He found himself more moody than usual and more sensitive to touch. His lover seemed to take everything in stride, accepting his moodswings while loving his horniness.
Then, seven months after Harry noticed the slight bump, his body now looking like he was carrying a watermelon, discolored water suddenly gushed from between his legs and his body was cramping. Bad. Something was moving inside him. He curled up on the bed, but was forced to prop up against collected pillows and his legs pried apart.
"No," Harry protested, thinking the creature was looking for sex. "Something’s wrong!"
His lover shook his head at him, rubbing his belly with a small smile before kissing it gently. Reassuring that nothing is wrong.
The pain started early in the morning, but by mid afternoon, the stunned raven was holding a new life in his arms, still covered in his body fluids. His lover was wrapped around his body, cradling them in his arms as the baby cried, its tiny body shivering as Harry swiftly wrapped it in one of the blankets.
"A boy," he murmured, fingers tracing over the soft newborn skin. "I just had a baby."
The creature nodded into his neck, licking him gently.
"Can… can I have more?" Harry asked lowly, looking up at the other.
A smirk and nod was returned.
"When I’m able to… can we make another one?"
The hard cock was already pressing against his side.
Within a couple months, he was pregnant with their second child. And he could not stop grinning when he missed a month of bleeding.
Here is a line!
By the time he was fifteen years old, three children were born. Each had at least one (or two) unique features from their father. The eldest had the horns sprouting through black hair, bright red eyes looking all over with endless wonder. The second born, another male with dark blonde hair and green eyes, had the large wings and tail, still travelling on fours mostly, but he can walk. The third child, a little girl, had her mother’s pitch black hair, glowing green eyes, and her father’s clawed limbs. She was still too young to walk upright just yet, so often followed her big brother around on the floor.
Harry was currently six months pregnant with baby number four, wondering how this one would look. The previous three were perfect, even with their own unique features. Some would find them to be freaks of nature, but they’re his precious little angels.
As their small family grew, his lover became more protective. He was alert whenever anyone walked too close to the building, trashing the trees around it to make it look more abandoned than it did when they found it. Harder to see, too, at first glance. He even, somehow, brought wolves of shadow and fire to guard the house. Out of sight unless an intruder comes too close.
As much as Harry didn’t like it, strangers did come too close to the house. The first victim of the wolves managed to get away with a crack in the air. Then he was gone. The second time it happened, it was a group of five. Three were mauled and burnt to death, the other two escaped. The small family ate well that night, and Harry didn’t even mind that they were eating human flesh. His baby wanted it, so his growing baby got it.
The third encounter, it was a group of ten. Seven died that time. Too much leftover meat remained after lunch and dinner that day, some saved for later meals and the rest given to the wolves. The fourth time, the wolves were repelled, banished into piles of ash.
His lover was immediately shifting into protective aggression. Harry managed to herd his children into the pile of blankets, hiding them under it with him. They curled against his growing belly, his body curling around them, gently shushing them as they whimpered.
Screams. Roars. Stomps. Words of another language. Shrieks. Gurgling. Wet thumps. Rushed fleeing.
When the blankets were pulled back, Harry was greeted to the sight of his lover covered with blood. Shredded bodies were scattered over the floor, red coloring the walls, sliding to the floor or dripping off the ceiling. The look on his creature’s face said it all.
It’s time to move.
Here is a line!
Their fourth (another baby boy) and fifth child (little girl number two) were born in their new home, a log cabin in the middle of the forest. The children loved the forest, enjoyed chasing down rabbits or deer. The small pond nearby provided them with fresh water that all of the children loved to jump into, as soon as they were able.
Eight months pregnant with their sixth child, the seventeen-year-old Harry couldn’t help but smile as he watched his lover play in the water with their children, holding the twins on his shoulders. Their third boy was almost exactly like his father, only with Harry’s eyes, while the second girl had her father’s eyes, but also his tail and horns. Perfect, just like their other siblings.
At his side sat a massive wolf of earth and stone, harder to bring down than the previous pack. Smaller wolves were scattered around the property, but no one has managed to find them so far. Harry hoped for it to stay like that.
His lover brought the children back to shore, nudging them to their mother’s side. With squealing laughter, they ran to the seated raven, ducking behind him to playfully hide from their father.
Smirking coyly, he curled a finger in a signal for his mate to come to him. The other returned his smirk with a fanged grin as Harry opened his legs, unashamed to be offering himself in front of their children. After all, all of them have seen the conception of the ones after them, even if they were too young to remember.
His mate’s cock almost jumped straight up as he knelt on the ground, licking at the wet hole that has accepted his seed and birthed his children many times. Satisfied that there would be no resistance, he straightened up then pushed his cock into the tight heat.
Harry moaned loudly as the cock slammed into him. He was brought to the ground, laid onto his back while clawed hands lifted his hips up. Their children watched with wide eyes as the father and mother danced together on the ground, grunting and moaning in unison. Then his lover pulled out, coaxing him to roll over and get on his hands and knees. Harry complied easily, his legs opened wide to allow his partner to slide back into him.
Their youngest pair, their twins, watching as their mother was mounted, decided that they were hungry. Their siblings did not stop them as they crawled over to their mother, his bright green eyes watching them before they latched onto his swollen breasts to suckle the milk he was producing. It wasn’t odd for the youngest of the lot to nurse while their father and mother mated. In fact, Harry enjoyed it more. Often laying on his back while nursing the latest newborn as he was being impregnated with the next baby.
He suddenly cried out, his water broke as his lover ejaculated into him as deep as he could shove his thick cock in. The raven lowered his chest to the ground, his twins not dislodged or bothered by his movement, as his contractions washed over him. Patiently, he endured them and waited for his lover to tell him when he could start pushing.
Their sixth child took four hours to birth, his body well adjusted to carrying and birthing. In the front yard, their third daughter greeted the world, falling into her father’s large hands under the supervision of her multiple brothers and sisters. She cried her lungs out once they were free of blockage, bundled into a blanket and placed into her smiling mother’s arms. Harry could already see the little nubs showing where horns would grow one day and felt the wings under the blanket wriggling.
Here is a line!
Their newest daughter was on his chest between his knees, her mouth wrapped around his teat as she drank his milk while her father held the raven in place. His thick cock slipped in and out swiftly, the other determined to create their next child. With Harry’s blessing, of course.
"Yeah, that’s it!" Harry moaned, one hand on their latest baby while the other gripped the bedding under him. "Fill me with more seed! I want another baby! I want to have as many as possible! Put another baby in me!" Never mind that there were already two loads swimming inside him. His mate had enough to spare, more stamina than thought possible as he would continuously rut Harry even after the baby is done nursing and fast asleep.
"Mama?" one of their boys called.
"What is it, sweetie?" Harry panted out as he clung to his mate, neither of them stopping the act of conception.
"Are you making another brother?"
"Maybe another sister." He gasped loudly, groaning as his hips jerked up to meet the thrusting form of his lover.
A low growl from his mate warned their child to stop trying to interrupt.
"Okay! I want another brother!"
"You’ll get another brother, even if this one is a girl," Harry promised with a smile before his mate pushed hard against him, his cock spurting semen into his already full body. "And more brothers… and more sisters…" He chuckled up at his mate, wiggling his hips. "We may need to make home a bit bigger to keep up with everyone."
The incubus grinned down at his little mortal mate. Yes, they will have to make a bigger home. Because they will have more cambion children running around. They will keep breeding until his mate can birth no more.
Here the Chapter Ends
So that research I tried finding for another story kind of led me to a webpage that told people how to summon a sex demon (read incubus or succubus). Harry kind of did it accidentally, and he never went to Hogwarts. They were never able to get a hold of him. Voldemort can’t even find him. So just go imagine what the hell happened there, because Harry doesn’t care. He just wants to get pregnant, have a baby, and get pregnant again.
Like I said before, my mind is a very weird place. Now that this is up, maybe I can focus on other things.
…Hopefully. I doubt it, but hopefully!
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