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The Rise of the Drackens	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 769456 -:- Recommendations : 71 -:- Currently Reading : 219
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Chapter List
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A/N: You know what’s coming. DO NOT SKIP AHEAD TO FIND OUT OR THERE WILL BE TROUBLE. I’ll know you’ve done it. I’ll know. So ignore the temptation and enjoy the story until you reach it or you’ll ruin it for yourselves. I’m a reader myself and I know it’ll kill you, but if you skip ahead I’ll kill you by sending the reincarnation of Dominic after you. Happy reading.

Dedicated to LoveBitesSoBiteBack for the epic review that I loved reading.
Last Time

Last night seemed to have done them wonders for tolerance with each other, they were all dominants, but if they gave enough effort, they could love one another, Harry was sure of it and he couldn’t wait until they all loved one another like a large, but real family. A family that loved unconditionally, a family that loved without judgement, a family who loved with, not only their hearts, but their bodies and souls as well. That would be completely perfect.

Chapter Twenty-Three – The Fourth and Final

Harry was dreading his heat as it dawned so very close. His mates wouldn’t even touch him; he was going to be so sore as he hadn’t had sex at all in the past two months. Not since his February heat.
He had continued to grow steadily until it looked like he had swallowed a Quaffle. His mates had taken to sleeping with at least one, if not both of their hands on his bump.
He still hadn’t told them that he had a very large idea of who his fourth mate was, after what Snape had told him, he was slightly afraid to just announce that he loved another man, at least if he went through a sort of mating process then they had a better chance of accepting it.
He was going to have to have his meeting soon though; Elder Trintus had warned him that if he didn’t have all of his mates with him by his next heat period then he wouldn’t be able to claim anymore mates. He would be doomed to live his life without his grounding mate and later on in life, when he’d had a few clutches of children, his wild magic caused by his Dracken inheritance would turn him insane and he would slaughter his own children.
Ginny had started to channel her Mother. She came up to him at odd times during the day to give him a sandwich or a pasty, telling him that he needed to eat more for the baby. In fact everyone seemed to be doing that, even Dean Thomas did it once, until Harry had been sick on his robes because he had overeaten, then he had never offered him another morsel.
School work was becoming more taxing on him as he grew and he became so tired that he was barely making it through each day. The baby was growing too quickly and was sapping so much energy from him that sometimes he didn’t feel like getting out of bed. It was his price to pay for having a pregnancy that only lasted seven months; his baby had a hell of a lot of growing and developing to do in such a short amount of time. Two months less than a human pregnancy hadn’t seemed like anything to him before, but he was beginning to understand that those two extra months would have let him have an easier time of his pregnancy, it would have let his baby grow at a more reasonable rate instead of ballooning every other day.
Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and Parvati’s twin sister from Ravenclaw, Padma had come up to him when he, Blaise and Draco were in the library and worriedly asked about his illness. Harry had forgotten that he had claimed he had a very deadly reoccurring disease that would explain why he disappeared for ten days every two months when he was on heat and why he disappeared for X amount of time when he went to find himself another mate.
The three girls were worried about the illness’ effect on his growing baby and Harry sadly claimed that he had been told that there was a high possibility that his baby would be born early.

“Oh not premature!” Lavender gasped. “You’ll have a little prem baby! Oh they’re tiny, my baby brother was a prem baby but he died in hospital.”

Harry wrapped his arms around Lavender and held her as she cried about her baby brother’s death from some years ago, telling him that she didn’t want him to go through what her parents had when they had lost the baby.

“I’m sure my baby will survive, Lavender, it’ll be a magical baby after all and it will have the best magical treatment that money can buy.”

“Oh. I know, but it was so sad that he died, I always wanted a brother and I was so excited, he would be eight now if he had lived.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, Lavender, I am, but I won't let that happen to my baby, illness or not.”

“Okay enough with the heavy talk.” Parvati nudged them with a grin. “Tell us what it’s like to have three absolutely gorgeous men sleep with you every night.”

“You know what, Parvati? I’ve never been happier. I love them. I know there are people that are saying that I can't possibly love them all, that there must be one that I like more than the others or that there’s one that I pay more attention to, but that just isn’t true. I love all of them, each and every one of them, I have so much love to give that I'm thinking of getting one more.”

Harry nudged them with an excessive wink. They giggled and they started a running tally on a piece of parchment about who would be good for him.

“Don’t forget that we have visitors this year.” He encouraged. “I’ve had my eye on a few of those tall, strapping men, I think Blaise and Draco are all I can manage from my own age group or from Hogwarts, I want someone a bit more mature.”

“Ooo! He want’s older, Lav.” Parvati giggled.

“What about Professor Drios?” Padma asked, looking dreamily into space, obviously fantasising about their Defence teacher for that year.

“I am not going to ask a teacher out.” Harry stated firmly. “No teachers.”

“You spoil all our fun.”

Harry chuckled and left them to their list before he went and found Blaise down the next isle of the library.

“They like Professor Drios?” He asked, looking absolutely disgusted.

“They also loved Lockhart and would lick Professor Trelawney’s shoes, but they are my friends, so watch your mouth.” Harry grinned, kissing said mouth.

“Why should I watch it when I have you to watch it for me?” Blaise smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes and waddled off, going to the table where Draco was sitting looking over his essay critically.

“I’m sure it’s perfect, love.” Harry told him, easing into a chair, smiling as Draco’s hands immediately jumped to help him even as his eyes didn’t leave his parchment.

“I’m just making sure that it is befitting of a Malfoy to submit.”

Harry snorted delicately and nudged Draco, who nudged him back, looking over at him with a smirk.

“Speaking of Malfoys, have you told your parents yet?”

The guilty look on Draco’s face gave Harry the answer. He sighed.

“You know, you’ll really want to tell them soon, love, before someone else does. It’s only a matter of time before the media gets hold of the story that I'm pregnant from a harem of men that includes my once school-boy rival, the prestigious Pureblood Draco Malfoy. Don’t you think your parents would rather hear the truth from you rather than half-truths and speculation from the morning paper?”

Draco sighed and pulled a fresh piece of parchment towards him and dipped his quill into his ink pot. Harry lent over and as soon as he saw the Dear Mother and Father at the top, he kissed Draco’s cheek in pride and eased himself to his feet again to go and bother Blaise. Draco’s letter was too important to be disturbed.

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Later that day Harry was lying on his back in front of their fireplace. He was trying, and failing very spectacularly, to track the last footsteps of one Regulus Black, which was harder than anything he had ever had to do before and he was getting nowhere fast, where was Hermione when he actually needed her?
He wanted to help Professor Snape find closure, if one of his mates had died and he had had no idea why or how, or if they had suffered or not, then he would have liked someone to help him.
Though Professor Snape didn’t seem the type to ask for help, nor to accept it if it was offered, so he was doing this on his own, though it was very frustrating. After another half an hour he let out a frustrated yell which brought his mates attention to him from their places around the room as he threw the book that he had been carefully studying at the opposite wall.
He lay back on the rug and scowled as he had gotten nowhere. He knew now why Professor Snape was always so sour and angry. He would be too if he had to feel this level of frustration every day and it wasn’t even his mate that had gone missing!

“Are you alright, Diletto?” Blaise asked.

“No. Stupid books.”

“If your homework is giving you trouble maybe I could help.” Max told him, putting his quill down and pushing his paperwork away to make a space for Harry.

Harry rolled onto his hands and knees and crawled with his scowl to Max and flumped down at the coffee table, by Max’s legs.

“That would have been sexy if that scowl hadn’t been on your face.” Draco informed him.

Harry stuck his middle finger up to his blond mate who chuckled amusedly in answer. Max stroked his fingers through Harry’s hair and tugged gently; tilting Harry’s head back so he could lean down and give him a kiss.

“What were you stuck on love?” He asked.

“It wasn’t homework, though I do need help on my History of Magic essay. I don’t know how people can find enough knowledge in what Binns says to actually write an essay on it. It’s not like he can read them anyway, he’s a ghost! He can’t pick up a piece of parchment, so it’s just a stupid waste of time! I’d rather be sleeping.” Harry grumbled under his breath as he dug in his backpack for the half-heartedly attempted essay.

“Are you tired love?”

“Yes.” He admitted.

“Would you rather take a nap? You can if you want to. No one is going to stop you; in fact I’d encourage it.”

Harry hefted himself onto the settee, with Max supporting him, and he lay down with his head in his oldest mate’s lap by a way of answering Max’s question.
Max smiled down at Harry adoringly and started combing through Harry’s hair. It took minutes for him to slip off into sleep and Max pulled his paperwork back towards him and remained aware at all times of the precious person sleeping in his lap, who was pregnant with his child. Regardless of whether or not that child was his by blood, the baby would be partly raised by him; he would consider the baby his no matter who had fathered it.

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It was two days later when Harry and all three of his mates were back in the Hell Hotel. They were amused at his nickname for the house, but as Harry pointed out it had been hell on earth for him to put up with the hundred odd dominants that were living in it.
Only there weren’t a hundred dominants there this time, no. There were less than fifty sitting or standing in front of him in the main room.

“Please tell me that they didn’t all kill each other off.” Harry said to Elder Trintus, who chuckled amusedly and patted Harry’s expanding belly with such a look of joy on his face that Harry couldn’t bring himself to tell the man not to touch his baby, though he wanted to and subtly moved away and into Blaise.

“No, dear boy, no. A new submissive has been revealed in New Zealand, many of the dominants left to see her. They believed that you were too much of a hassle.”

Harry chuckled weakly, but inside he was quite put out that they had left just because they found him a hassle, if they had wanted some ditzy airhead, who would obey their every command then he was glad that they had gone, but it was quite a big blow to his confidence to know that there were people who thought that he was too much of an irritation to stick around for him. He didn’t think that he was that bad really or maybe he was and he just didn’t realise it.
He turned to look at his three mates and found himself wondering if they thought that he was too much of a bother, did they regret mating with him. He bit his lip and placed a hand over his swelling belly. Did they regret having him and the baby?

“We don’t think you’re a hassle, Prezioso.” Blaise told him softly.

“Of course you’re not. Those others probably know that they have absolutely no chance at you because you deserve so much better than them, that’s why they left.” Max assured him.

Draco came forward and wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed him lovingly.

“We love you; we don’t care if you’re occasionally bitchy because we know that we can be too and that at the end of our bitch fits you’ll still love us. No relationship is perfect, if we actually look at ours we have four, soon to be five men, one of whom is pregnant, and we’re living together in close proximity, we are bound to get on each other’s nerves at times because we’re all different and have different likes and dislikes, it isn’t something to hate or see as bothersome, we should love our faults as much as our perfections. None of us are perfect, though I do admit that I come pretty damn close.”

Harry chuckled and kissed Draco deeply.

“Thanks, Draco.”

Draco just flashed him a quick up tilt of the lips and held him gently.

“Now Harry, have you thought how you want to do this dear?”

“No, not a clue. I’ve been too busy with the baby to even think of anything else.”

“Well we don’t have too much time, you go on heat in a few days am I correct?”

“Yes.” Harry admitted.

“Well then, let’s get going with this meeting, you need your mate before your next heat and this is the only mate that you can fully choose, my dear. No overwhelming instinct from your Dracken side, no input, just you.”

Harry smiled at that. He already knew who he was going to choose. He had probably loved him from the get go. He didn’t really want to drag this meeting out. He was tired of this house, tired of all the pushy dominants, tired of being here and putting up with everything. He wanted to be back in his rooms sleeping with all of his mates around him, doing their own thing. Blaise working on his translations, Max doing his paperwork for the clinic and Draco holding him as he slept whilst the blond read a book.
It was his idea of bliss at the moment and he really didn’t appreciate any sort of interruption into his quality time spent with his mates. His schoolwork and lessons, and Max’s work, already cut into the precious time that they had together without these infernal meetings as well.
But it couldn’t be helped, not really. He needed to get this mate before his next heat or he put his entire family at risk. This was his last ever meeting, his last ever mate, he would only ever have four of them now, to be sealed off one heat after his next one. Just two months and a couple of days and he would never have to have another mate meeting in his life. Unless all of his mates died that is, but he wasn’t going to even think about that.

“Do you have any sort of indication of which person you’d like?” Elder Trintus asked. “Most submissives just know which Dracken they’d like when picking a grounding mate.”

“I have a very good idea.”

“Well then, let’s start there. Who do you want?”

“I don’t think he’s here.” Harry answered as he once again scanned the hall for the man that he loved, ignoring how Elder Trintus made it sound as though he was picking a raffle prize. “He might have gone to see the submissive in New Zealand, which means that he doesn’t want me and thinks I'm too much of a bother.”

The thought caused him a sharp pain in his heart as he bit his lip and turned away from the other dominants, hiding from their heated gazes in Draco’s shirt. He didn’t want them undressing his pregnant body with their eyes.

“We can call him back from New Zealand, Harry dear. Who was he?”

“No.” Harry shook his head for emphasis. “If he left then he didn’t love me enough to stay, I don’t want him resenting me for dragging him back when he doesn’t want to be here.”

“Many of those who left only did so because they thought they didn’t have a chance with you, dear.” Elder Trintus tried gently.

“Then he should have had more faith in me.”

His mates looked at him with sadness and just a hint of anger in their eyes. They didn’t like seeing him so upset, especially not with the baby growing inside of him. That someone had caused Harry this sadness caused their anger to rise. A person could be hurt, could be made to pay, where if a situation had upset him, well you couldn’t really hurt a situation or an inanimate object, not that Blaise hadn’t tried when Harry had bumped into a plinth holding the bust of some long forgotten witch called Felda the Fortuitous, she wasn’t very fortuitous when Blaise smashed her and her plinth into smithereens.

“I hope I'm not too late.” A strong voice asked.

Harry looked up at the sound of his voice. The voice he loved but scarcely ever heard. He ran from the top platform ignoring his other three mates shouting at him not to run and to be mindful of the baby and he flung himself into his arms, their mouths met in an explosive kiss before they broke apart and Harry held him tightly.

“Oh god, Nasta. I didn’t think you were here.”

“I would never have given up on you.” Nasta whispered back to him. “My brother has been ill these past few days; I have taken to visiting him after work. I am sorry if you thought I had left.”

“Is he okay?”

“He is fine. Just a bit unwell, but my Dad is out of the country on work business and I didn’t like to leave him alone.”

“Will you accept me as your submissive mate? Three other mates, baby and all?” Harry asked a bit bashfully.

Nasta smiled and held him to his chest strongly. “I’d have accepted you a hundred other mates, baby and all.” Nasta answered.

“Well this meeting was very straight forward.” Elder Trintus explained with a smile as the other dominants screamed and shouted in rage at not being picked.

Henley ran up to him and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m happy for you, Harry. Look at you! You’re going to be a Mommy!”

“Mummy Henley, Mummy.” Harry corrected through a beaming smile at the younger boy.

Henley batted the air as if he could bat away Harry’s words. “Who cares about difference in spelling and pronunciation? They both mean the same thing, you have a baby! Congratulations!”

“Henley!” An older man yelled over the roars of the other dominants.

“My Dad.” Henley answered the unasked question. “He wanted to drag me straight off to New Zealand three days ago when the new submissive was made known, but I had to see you one last time, Harry. To remind you that we are still friends and that we both have owls! Write to me sometime and maybe one day, when I’m all grown up with a submissive and children of my own we can meet up again.”

Harry smiled through his tears. “I’d like that, Henley. I’d like that a lot.”

They embraced for a long time and Henley gave him a peck to the lips before he ran off with a wave as his Dad yelled his name again, even louder that before.

“I’m really going to miss him.” Harry said to no one in particular.

Nasta wrapped an arm around him and led him back over to the platform where his three other mates presided over everyone, watching from the high ground so that they could see him better and have a better vantage point should anyone try to hurt him.
Harry accepted the hug from Blaise as he reached the dais and he let his mates meet Nasta, though they already knew of him and had met him as well during the picnic to celebrate his release from the hospital wing, this was the first time they were meeting him as a fellow mate.

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Harry had thought that maybe it would be awkward being in such a small, closed space with four other men, but it wasn’t. Nasta was so silent that it was almost as if he was part of the furniture.
He lounged on the settee with Harry laying on him, his back to Nasta’s chest and Max sitting next to them doing his paperwork. Blaise sat down on the floor doing his translations, with help from Nasta, who knew more languages than Harry had known existed.
Draco was lounging on the second settee that had been expanded from the armchair that it had originally been because really, one three seater settee and an armchair wasn’t enough for all of them to sit on. So now they had two three seater settees and all of them were happy and comfortable, especially Harry as Nasta’s hands on his belly familiarised themselves with the baby that he would have a hand in raising.
Draco and Max were talking quietly to each other as Blaise’s quill made soft scratching noises against the parchment as he took notes from the book Harry had gifted to him for Christmas. It was so peaceful that Harry wanted to stay in the here and now forever.
Nasta moved one of his hands from his belly to play with his hair as the other one stroked the skin of his bare belly with fingertips. Harry purred under the attention, which made all of his mates look at him with amusement for a moment before going back to what they were doing.
Harry had thought that he was sleepy, but he wasn’t, he was damn well aching for his mates, he wanted sex, but he knew Max, Blaise or especially Draco wouldn’t give it to him. He looked up at Nasta who had his eyes closed, but was still rubbing his belly and playing with his hair. Nasta was his best bet, but how did he get Nasta to have sex with him, without the other three barging in on them? The bedroom was under a strong silencing charm in case their ‘activities’ were overheard by someone walking passed their rooms. It would cause awkward questions if the sounds of sex and screaming were heard when he was supposed to be severely sick. Plus having sex with Nasta would not only let him see Nasta in his full glory for the first time, but would help loosen him up for his heat which was due any day now. He needed this.

“Nasta?” Harry asked softly.

Nasta’s eyes opened immediately and looked down at him, his gorgeous hazel eyes questioning him.

“I’m sleepy; can you take me to the bedroom?” He asked around a huge, faked yawn.

“Of course.” He answered and slid from the settee, taking Harry with him.

“Night lovers!” Harry called out to the other three, who either snorted in amusement or in Draco’s case, rolled their eyes.

Nasta carried him into the bedroom, and Harry made him shut the door behind him. Harry grinned as he was carried up the stairs and placed on the bed, Nasta pulled his clothes from him to dress him in pyjamas, but Harry had no intention of letting himself be redressed once he was naked.

“I’m too warm for pyjamas.” Harry protested, rolling onto his stomach on the bed and refusing to cooperate. He made himself look as winsomely sexy as possible. He knew he had succeeded when Nasta swallowed heavily.

“At least put your boxers on.” Nasta tried with a thick voice.

Harry shivered and he just knew his pupils had blown wide in lust, his mouth parted on a small sigh.

“Give me a back rub and I’ll wear them.” Harry compromised, having no intention of wearing his boxers before he got what he wanted. “The baby is lying heavily on my spine.”

Nasta climbed gingerly onto the bed and sat away from him, using just his fingertips to rub the centre of his back, never going too low and not going any higher.

“You’ve never given a back rub before have you?” Harry asked.

“No.” Nasta answered after a lengthy pause.

Harry looked behind him and smirked as he saw Nasta’s eyes pinned to his bum. He was really going to get what he wanted tonight.

“I’ll show you how, come here.”

Harry sat up and pulled Nasta to lie where he had just vacated. Harry tugged his shirt off, much to Nasta’s protest.

“How do you expect me to give you a back rub if you’re wearing a shirt?” Harry demanded as he straddled Nasta’s thighs. “It doesn’t work properly through clothes!”

Harry began to give the most sensual, provocative back rub he ever given before. With Draco or Blaise or Max he gave them purely to make them feel better, to ease the tension in their backs and shoulders, now, not only was he putting more tension into Nasta, he was doing it purposefully to get sex.
He ghosted his fingertips over Nasta’s sides as the heels of his hands cracked the vertebrae in Nasta’s spine, loosening the skeleton and making the man underneath him go boneless. He dipped his fingers as low down Nasta’s back as he could without completely shoving his hand down the back of Nasta’s trousers and he loved what he felt and what he saw. Nasta was well muscled, the muscles under his skin were solid; it was like touching rock through a sheet of silk. Max was big and bulkily muscled, but he still had a squishy layer between his skin and muscles that made him great to cuddle with and even though Max was taller by two inches Harry would put money on Nasta coming out top in a fight between them.
Harry grinned and scooted up to straddle Nasta’s bum. Nasta had an amazing bum. Nasta let out a low moan and Harry knew that he was so close to getting what he wanted. He had to work fast if he didn’t want to be interrupted. It was just gone nine o’clock in the night. It was Sunday night; they all needed to be up in the morning. Max was in work, Harry, Blaise and Draco had lessons and Harry didn’t know about Nasta, but he didn’t matter as he wasn’t going to interrupt them having sex, he was going to be participating. He had about two and a half hours at most to get Nasta to fuck him.

“I think I feel better now, Harry, why don’t you go off to sleep?” Nasta was breathless and his voice had gone so deep Harry barely recognised it.

“I’m not done.” Harry protested.

Nasta rolled from under him and pinned him to the bed. It seemed accidental as the look on Nasta’s face as he realised their new position and Harry’s lack of clothes was priceless.

“I…I think it would be best if you put on your boxers now, Harry.”

“I said I’d put them on if you gave me a back rub. I ended up giving you one, so no boxers.”

Nasta looked as if Harry had shoved an entire lemon down his throat whole as he swallowed so painfully that Harry could hear it. Nasta licked his lips and Harry smiled salaciously.

“I suppose it wouldn’t work to add please onto the end of the sentence?”

“No.” Harry whispered as he pushed himself up to kiss Nasta full on the mouth. Nasta responded immediately, wrapping his arms around Harry and pulling him up higher to get a better angle.

Nasta broke the kiss with a strangled sound as he turned his head away. “I can’t. You’re pregnant, the others will kill me.”

“Having sex won't kill the baby and they’ll have to go through me first. Nasta I need to feed the baby on sex, on my mates ‘sexual ejaculate’, the baby will die if you don’t feed me.”

Nasta nodded understandingly. Harry knew that as his oldest mate at thirty-seven Nasta knew a lot about Drackens and Dracken pregnancy. Nasta knew that the baby needed blood and semen and saliva to live.
Nasta smashed his mouth against his lips and kissed him desperately, trying to climb down Harry’s throat with his kisses. Harry moaned and clung to Nasta’s muscled body. How long had it been since Nasta had last had sex? From his actions Harry was guessing that it had been a while.
Nasta pulled Harry forward until he was straddling his lap, letting him feel the hardness that pressed against the fly of his trousers. Harry let out a little gasp and clung tighter to Nasta.

“You have teased me beyond what I can handle.” Nasta told him seriously. “I’m going to ruin you tonight. You will beg for hours before the end.”

His mate gently tipped him backwards until he was once more lying on his back on the bed. Nasta expertly shoved down both his trousers and boxers before kicking them off after unbuttoning them. He had definitely done that before.
Harry looked down and swallowed. Nasta was solid and the tip of him was curling up to reach just below his belly button. He wasn’t as long as Max or even Blaise, but he was thick. Harry amended his previous thought of doing this so he wouldn’t be so sore when he was on heat. He wasn’t going to be able to walk for a week. Nasta could be charged with carrying a lethal weapon.
Nasta licked along his side and Harry giggled and squirmed a bit as it tickled him. Nasta moved up to lick and suck gently on his ear and Harry let out a breathy moan. He hated how his ears were so sensitive. Nasta chuckled and tongued his ear which earned him a louder groan.
Nasta moved his mouth in a soft line to Harry’s jaw, nibbling on his chin, which Harry had never had done to him before, but he found out that he liked when he gasped and pressed his hips up into Nasta’s stomach on reflex.
Nasta breathed heavily for a moment and Harry wondered if he was still having doubts on what he was about to do, but he said nothing as Nasta’s mouth dipped to suck on his Adam’s apple.

“Nas!” Harry moaned out in surprise at the pleasurable jolt that gave him.

The look on Nasta’s face was alien. Harry could see pride, determination, ego, love, adoration, lust, pleasure and something darker that he didn’t recognise but made things low down tighten and made a shiver tingle up his spine and raise the hairs on the back of his neck. Harry rather thought that a lion would look at an injured gazelle with that dark look.
Nasta lowered his mouth to Harry’s and the kiss was so gentle, so loving that Harry believed that he had imagined that dark look in Nasta’s hazel eyes, until he pulled back and that look was still there.
Nasta touched, caressed, played with and kissed every single inch of his body and Harry was a moaning, writhing mess at the end. He didn’t care if the others came in. He would be fucked today or he’d kill them all. He writhed as Nasta’s tongue dipped into the indentation in his ankle, tonging it, before sucking on his ankle bone. Several places that Harry would never have thought would be a sexual turn on had turned out to be very, very sensitive places. Nasta had found them all. Every single erogenous patch of skin, Nasta had worked like a musical instrument, making Harry beg for him several times over.

“Please, Nas! Please!” Harry begged. It hadn’t worked the first several times, he didn’t believe it would work for the next several, but he had to try, his body was dripping with sweat, he was so hard it felt like his cock was being crushed, his balls were so tight they felt like they would split, his hair was a complete mess where he had rubbed it back and forth along the pillows, he had thought his usual messy hair was bad, but he could feel it now, sticking up in odd clumps, sweat slicked and stuck to the back of his neck and his forehead and cheeks.
Nasta moved his mouth back up his leg, sucking a bruise onto his inner thigh. Harry moaned and writhed and Nasta still ignored him. Harry didn’t think he had spoken two words since they had started, but Harry hadn’t really expected anything different, he was near silent in everything he did, why would he suddenly be a noisy bed partner?
Nasta’s mouth moved to lick the skin between his balls and entrance and Harry screamed, moving his hands from the crumpled bed sheets and clenching them in Nasta’s black hair, tugging and twisting as tears fell from his eyes in pleasure and frustration.
Nasta moved his mouth slowly upwards and caught one of his balls into his mouth and sucked on it, his hand fisting tightly on the base of his cock to stop his orgasm. Harry yelled and his legs twitched as his back arched from the bed in a dry orgasm, but it wasn’t the same, he felt no relief and he sobbed.
Nasta released his abused ball from his mouth and instead lapped at the tip of his cock, dipping into the tiny hole there, tonguing it, nibbling it, Nasta seriously had a tongue and teeth fetish.
He worked down his cock with his mouth until he reached his own hand before he licked a slow stripe back up to the tip and Harry’s entire body spasmed with another dry orgasm, still prevented from any real relief by that tightly gripping hand.

“Please!” Harry begged again.

Nasta’s mouth moved down again and Harry sobbed as he thought that he was going to take his balls back into his mouth, but Nasta bypassed them, his mouth going down further to lick around his entrance.
Harry screamed and writhed from just a few flicks of Nasta’s tongue against his skin. He thrashed his head from side to side, screaming wordlessly as Nasta pulled on his hips to reveal more of the skin that his tongue was teasing.
Nasta turned his head slightly and Harry stopped breathing at the first touch of teeth, he took in a deep gasping breath and let out a pleasured scream when Nasta started nibbling and tonging him.

“Please, please, please, please!” Harry chanted as he writhed and pulled and twisted and wriggled, unable to keep still under the onslaught of such overwhelming pleasure.

Nasta’s tongue pushed into his body and Harry’s eyes snapped closed, his neck arched backwards and his mouth opened on a breathy gasp. He didn’t have the thought to beg anymore; he could only feel and let out reflexive gasps as Nasta probed deeper and started flicking his tongue inside of him.
Nasta pulled back and started nibbling on his entrance again, nipping and then licking the spot to sooth the pain, but Harry barely felt any pain, he was too hyper aware of every single touch to his body. He tossed his head again and sobbed and tugged on Nasta’s hair, not caring that a few strands came off in his fists.
Lips against his had his eyes opening slowly to see the handsome face of his exquisite torturer. Nasta broke away to the side and a tongue came out to lick the trail that his frustrated tears had made. Lips and tongue against his eye forced Harry to close them and then that tongue and those lips were all over his eyelids, gently licking, softly kissing.
A thick finger probed at his entrance and Harry let out a soft moan as it pressed inside, stroking his insides and curling to run fingernails along his silky inner walls. Nasta pulled it out and then pushed it back inside in an imitation of something that Harry had been wanting for what seemed like years.
Nasta pulled his finger all the way out and when it pressed back in, it was accompanied by a second finger. A tear escaped from his closed eyes before he could squeeze it back and it ran down his cheek to fall off the side of his face.
Nasta licked the trail that the tear had made and he kissed his eyelid before moving down to kiss the length of his nose and he licked the tip before he kissed him full on the mouth, full of teeth and tongue and Harry barely noticed the third finger splitting him open as he pushed his hips down to encourage them to move within him.
Nasta spread his three fingers as wide as he could against Harry’s clenching walls and Harry arched from the bed, biting through Nasta’s lip and tasting blood. He lapped at the wound and sucked it very gently to sooth it.
Nasta pulled his fingers free and Harry opened his eyes to see Nasta’s hazel eyes centimetres from his, the loving look in them bringing a smile to Harry’s face.
Nasta rubbed his swollen belly, brushing fingertips over the growing baby within and he stroked it firmly.
It had been a distraction, Harry realised as the thick, blunt head of Nasta pressed against the place his fingers had been moments before. Harry swallowed as Nasta pressed into him slowly, carefully. Harry quivered and choked out a small sound partway between a sob and a moan.
There was a painful burn at the site of penetration, but it wasn’t unbearable, he could live with a slight burn after the endless teasing and torment that he had just endured.
When Nasta was fully seated, he just stopped. He did nothing but remain fully inside of him, arched over the baby bump, his cheek pressed against Harry’s as he panted into his ear like he had run a mile.

“Move, Nas! Please move, love!”

It was the first time that Harry had called Nasta ‘love’ and it caused the large man to thrust inside of him reflexively and groan when he heard it.
Harry gurgled as Nasta hit the small ‘O’ shaped bundle of nerves that caused his eyes to white out. Nasta kissed him gently and pulled out slowly.

“Please! No more teasing, Nasta. I can’t take any more teasing.” Harry begged.

Nasta pushed slowly into him again, but he did something with his hips that threw Harry’s head back in absolute pleasure and had his legs jumping around Nasta’s waist as if pulled by strings.
Nasta did it again and again and again, rolling his hips in such a way that Harry couldn’t get his breath back, his back arched fully from the bed and it stayed arched as he writhed and gasped and screamed. One of Nasta’s arms slipped around his back to support him, his large hand cupping a bum cheek and pressing their lower bodies together tighter as he continued to roll his hips as he thrusted into him, pounding into his prostate and turning his vision white.
Nasta was thrusting so slowly, so gently, but that little roll of the hips that he added had Harry’s orgasm building faster than if he had been thrusting into him as hard and as fast as he could. It wasn’t just sex, it certainly wasn’t fucking. It was lovemaking and Harry wrapped his arms around Nasta and kissed him with everything that he had left in him. His vision exploded into a mass of colour and his body jerked and clenched when his orgasm hit him, but Nasta kept thrusting slowly and lovingly, adding his little hip roll, looking like a belly dancer as he sort of sucked in his stomach and used the momentum to push his hips forward to thrust his cock into Harry’s prostate.
Harry pushed his hips back onto Nasta as his overly sensitised body began building another orgasm as Nasta continued to roll his hips into his body, gaining a bit more pace as it seemed that Nasta’s own orgasm was coming to a climax.
Harry let out a broken sob as he quivered and writhed in Nasta’s hold, his legs curling over Nasta’s back, trying to curl into his chest, but unable to due to Nasta’s body. He slipped his hands into Nasta’s hair and tugged mindlessly as his second orgasm in only ten minutes wound tighter and tighter in his gut.
Nasta let out a breath of air next to his ear and he started pushing harder, losing some of his finesse, becoming more fevered and desperate to reach the end goal of ultimate pleasure.

“Nas! Nas!” Harry cried out, moving his hips against Nasta desperately, tugging on his hair, digging his heels into his back and biting at his mouth.

Nasta did one more hip roll and Harry stiffened as his second orgasm ripped through him, tearing a scream from his throat as his hands went to grip Nasta’s shoulders, his nails biting into the skin and leaving little half crescent cuts that welled with drops of blood, but weren’t deep enough to spill over the skin.
Nasta stilled inside of him and a white-hot wash of fluid had Harry writhing and twisting, tears falling from his eyes as his body took the pleasure with a little sting of pain. His abused prostate hadn’t wanted that last hit.
Harry lay in Nasta’s arms relearning how to breathe, listening to Nasta suck in deep breaths, his chest heaving with the effort. It took them a long time to recover from their lovemaking session and as soon as he was able to move, Nasta moved down and sniffed and licked around the baby bump.
Harry was too used to this behaviour from his dominants that he didn’t even try to tell Nasta that he could feel the baby moving, that he knew that the baby was fine. He just let him sniff and lick to his heart’s content until he gave a parting kiss to the roundest part of his belly and came back up to kiss Harry gently, giving light, lingering kisses to his lips as Harry just lay on their bed using all of his concentration on breathing.
Nasta carefully, slowly, eased himself out of his body and even that small movement brought a round or writhing to Harry, who ended up cuddled tightly to Nasta’s chest as his oldest lover held him, back to chest and cupped his swollen belly.

“How did you do that roll thing with your hips?” Was the first thing that Harry asked when he had gotten his breathing right and gotten his brain to focus on anything else.

Nasta nuzzled the back of his head and licked the back of his neck. Harry thought that he wouldn’t answer the question, but he had learnt with Nasta that he could answer a question ten minutes after it was asked, even if the topic had moved on. Time was something that Nasta didn’t really care for, it seemed that he took everything slowly and nothing was rushed, not even sex. He took his time to think things through before he answered.

“Practice.” Nasta answered his voice tight and a bit defensive. “You didn’t expect me to be a virgin did you, Harry? I’m thirty-seven.”

Harry laughed; his voice was raw and a bit hoarse. “Of course not, I was just wondering if it was a learned talent or something you had always done.”

Nasta went back to nuzzling his hair with his face, inhaling deeply and Harry yawned. If he wasn’t tired before, then he bloody well was now. He held onto Nasta’s arms that were wrapped around him, holding them closer. He yawned again and closed his eyes, he was asleep within minutes.

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A/N: Who do you think will kill Nasta first? Max, Draco or Blaise. I’m debating whether or not to actually write the next heat. But then it is the first heat that Harry is pregnant and the first heat that includes Nasta, so what do you think? Write it or not?

Ah, my holiday was short lived. Three days passed like nothing, this is the grand finale of super-fast updates, until the next time I’m on holiday. I hope it was a good finale.

Happy Birthday to Miss Kimberly I hope that this chapter was a good enough present for you.

I apologise to domsijohn who I accidentally left off the list of people who guessed right that Regulus Black was Snape’s mate.

To Hollibell: The answers to all of your questions will be answered in the coming chapters; I hope you don’t mind waiting.

To SnowTigerQueen: What is Gateraid and how did it help with you friend’s morning sickness? Is it medicine? Hot sauce on ice cream with olives? My god am I glad I didn’t have to watch someone eat that.

To Taragh McCarthy: Yes, you are right on the points of clarification. A Dracken pregnancy progresses quicker and the baby develops faster than a human pregnancy. Female dominants can get pregnant because they are still women and have all of their reproductive organs and only male submissives can get pregnant as a male submissive is usual ‘created’ for lack of a better word, when the male was already going to be able to carry children. In this story male wizards can get pregnant, but it’s a rare birth defect that the baby is born with the ability to bear children when older.

There is a limit on how many chicks are contained in one clutch at a time. The absolute most a Dracken can carry at one time is five. Only I know how many babies Harry will have and it’s going to stay that way until I write it down, sorry to disappoint you.

To SilverLion: Voldemort is dead. Harry explains how he died in Chapter Eighteen – Survival. So Harry and Dumbledore don’t have any need to go after the locket. Here enters Kreacher, the only living being that knows what happened to Regulus.

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