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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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Last Time
Harry was carried to the settee and laid on it, five minutes later he had crawled back off of it to sprawl on the rug in front of the fire where he fell deeply asleep with the scent of his mates, his children and his family around him all wrapped up in the scent of the wood burning fire.

Chapter Fifty-Six – Bitterness

Harry woke up in bed with a heavy someone pinned to his back. He groaned lightly and wiggled out from under Draco, who grunted in his sleep, which was answered by a soft growl from Nasta, who was laying half out of the bed.
Harry rolled his eyes and tucked Nasta’s leg back in before scooping up his children one by one and transferring them to the en suite bathroom. He shut the door, not bothering to lock it; he didn’t want to keep his mates out if they woke up after all, he just wanted to keep the noise in.
He did put up silencing charms as he stripped and stepped into the shower, quickly washing his body and hair before stepping out and setting up the baby bath as he dried off, he dressed himself before scooping up the first baby to be bathed. Calix went first, because he loved the bath and didn’t so much as whimper as he had his head and face quickly washed before he was dunked in and cleaned.
Harry dried his baby off, nuzzling and kissing that soft, soft skin, dressing Calix in a nappy, a standard, plain white bodysuit, a little, pale blue tee-shirt overlaid with a cardigan and thick trousers, finishing off with socks, scratch mitts, a matching hat and a bright blue dummy.
Harry tipped out the water and refilled the bath and Leolin was next, as even though he wailed as he touched the water, he didn’t cry fully and his little wails weren’t loud enough to wake his siblings, Harry took great care with his son’s wings, running a wet cotton wool ball around them so very gently.
Harry was halfway through bathing the last baby, Braiden, who screamed until his little face went bright red and his little fists were clenched tight when the bathroom door opened and a panicked Draco peeked in. He let out a visible sigh of relief when he saw Harry struggling with the thrashing baby, before slipping to his knees to help finish off.
The cries that had escaped the bathroom when the door had been opened had roused the others, who trickled in to take care of business and have their own morning showers before taking a baby or two off his hands as he and Draco dried Braiden, dressed him and shoved a dummy into his mouth to suck on to stop him from screaming the house down.
There was a heated debate going on when he stepped into the kitchen, between Max and Myron and Harry had an inclination over what it was when Myron turned to glare at him. The dummies.
Braiden was in his arms dozing, sucking slowly on his light pink dummy as Nasta popped Farren’s green dummy out to feed him his bottle.

“They’re babies, Dad.” Max said softly as the silence stretched. “Braiden’s just five months old and the quintuplets are not even two weeks old yet. A dummy for a year or two isn’t going to harm them or their development.”

Myron’s burning black eyes swung back to Max and he breathed deeply and harshly for a few minutes before he sat down heavily and it took him a minute or so to relax his entire body.

“You’re right. It’s none of my business, I’m their grandfather, not their father. But I still think it’s a terrible idea, if they get attached to them and won’t let them go, what then?”

“I’ll tell them that the other babies need them.” Harry answered.

“And if you don’t have any other babies?” Myron demanded of him.

“They don’t have to be siblings, I’ll tell them the babies in the hospital need them more and that they need to be big boys and be a big girl and hand them over. Failing that I’ll take them and bin them all when they’re asleep.”

Richard snorted and coughed a bit, then he started choking, which broke Myron out of his mood as he rushed to help his mate and Husband, Ashleigh already rubbing circles on his back as Myron tipped the potion down Richard’s throat. It was upsetting to watch, but they had been living with it for over twenty years, it was common place for them now.
Nasta handed out bottles and Harry took the bottle for Braiden, popped out the pink dummy and replaced it with the bottle teat, Braiden immediately pouted his mouth around the bulb of the bottle and sucked strongly.

“Who’s such a good boy?” Harry cooed, nuzzling his suckling baby.

A prickling on his neck made him look up, his eyes wide and his nostrils flared as he sniffed. Something was wrong. He looked around quickly, his wings vibrating hard against his spine…he let out a ferocious snarl as he saw Blaise passing Leolin over to Talia, so she could feed him while Blaise fed Tegan, who already had a bottle at an awkward angle in her mouth.

“Harry?”

Harry pressed Braiden to the nearest person to him, Richard, who fumbled the bottle to keep it in Braiden’s mouth as Harry stormed to Blaise and Talia, growling furiously, releasing fear inducing pheromones as he went.
Myron grabbed Talia and pulled her behind him, blocking Harry from his human daughter, but Harry didn’t want the woman, he wanted his little Faerie baby. He snatched the baby from Blaise with a snarl, snatching the bottle that was handed over meekly, before he huddled his shoulders down as he sat down and fed Leolin, darting suspicious glances around him as he fed his youngest baby as if expecting someone to sneak up on him and rob the baby from his arms.
Nasta straddled the chair he was on, worming his way behind him, which was very difficult even though Harry was perched on the very end, before pulling him back against him and whispering soothingly, murmuring little noises to calm him down and when Harry burped Leolin delicately he was calm and rational again, but not very apologetic. He had told them to not give away Leolin. His baby still smelt strange to his Dracken and because of that, he wouldn’t have a non-mate touch him.

“You’re going back to Hogwarts soon, have you thought about how you’re going to cope?” Aneirin asked.

“Take it one day at a time.” Harry answered. “It’s all we can do.”

“You are still too stubborn to ask for help.” Aneirin shook his head. “I’ve taken a holiday from work for the first time in forty years, I would like to help you if I can, even if I come to your rooms for a few hours a day just to give Max and Nasta a hand with the six of them or so they can get their heads down for an hour after the nightly feeds.”

Harry looked at the man shocked. “You’d do that?”

“Of course, it’s already done; it’s up to you to decide how I spend my time off, with my family and grandchildren, or moping around regretting taking the time off in the first place.”

“But…but you’re their granddad, you shouldn’t be doing the hard stuff.”

“Oh please, handling Sanex as a toddler was hard work, then Nasta wasn’t much different, a thousand questions a day that boy asked. What’s that? What’s that? What’s that? What does that do? What’s that for? Why? Why? Why? It’s all I got off of him for the first five years of his life, I regretted teaching him to talk in the first place.”

“Thanks for that.” Nasta said dryly as he nuzzled Harry’s thick black hair.

“You know I’m only joking, Nas. I answered all of your questions and then some; I even encouraged you to learn languages.”

“You told me to shut up, stop asking so many questions and that if I wanted to know what the people around me were saying then to learn their language myself. So I did.”

Richard started laughing and Myron let out a smirk. Aneirin was completely unfazed.

“You learnt them didn’t you?”

“Of course.”

“You loved learning them.”

“Yes.”

“So it all turned out fine in the end.”

Harry chuckled and accepted Braiden back off of Richard, snuggling his oldest and youngest together. Braiden was staring at Leolin through his indigo eyes, a perfect match to his Father’s.

“Braiden love, this is your baby brother Leolin.” Harry told him softly, not expecting his five month old to understand, but doing it all the same.

Braiden soon lost interest in the sleeping baby and turned his attention to his hands, which he found much more entertaining as he flexed his fingers and gummed on them, drooling all over his hands, arms and long sleeved shirt. Braiden stopped all movement and Harry looked at him curiously before Braiden let out a quick, sudden sneeze that completely covered his top.

“Oh Braiden! I’m going to get him cleaned up.” Harry said with a sigh as he stood up and went upstairs.

He made a little bed for Leolin to lie in, keeping his back from pressing too hard against the bed and he wiped Braiden’s nose thoroughly before he set himself to changing Braiden’s shirt and cleaning up the snot and drool. He changed the wet nappy while he was at it and wondered if it would have just been quicker and easier to put Braiden back in the bath, but then he remembered the headache inducing screams from that morning and he thought better of it.

“I…I heard that you almost lost a child.”

Harry spun around, completely surprised and shocked, to see Amelle standing in the bedroom doorway, her head bent off to the side looking at the carpet, her arms wrapped around Eleonora, who was coming up to six months old. Harry was about to retort angrily, but he stopped, she hadn’t actually said that sentence maliciously, just factually. It was almost like she was trying to be bland so that he wouldn’t rise up in anger automatically.

“Two.” Harry answered softly, wondering what was going on and where Amelle had found her new attitude. “Two of them weren’t breathing after the cords were cut, but I could have so easily lost all of them.”

Amelle nodded, acting strangely. Harry wondered if Caesar had actually gone ahead and drugged her, but he shook his head of those thoughts. Caesar would never treat his Wife so appallingly as to drug her, no matter what she had done.

“Four months is a bit too soon for them to come, but they…they’re doing fine aren’t they?”

Harry lowered his eyebrows and slowly made his way to the bed to pick up Leolin. “Yes.”

“Even…even the one…the one who has Faerie blood?”

“Leolin’s doing fine all things considered.”

Amelle nodded jerkily and wandered in to sit on Max’s bed, the bearskin blanket that he liked showing off was still so very, very soft even after sixteen years.

“I…I lost my first child.” Amelle told him softly, her voice almost a whisper.

Harry felt a pang of sympathy for Amelle then, the first he had ever felt for the woman. He laid Braiden in his pop up travel cot, put Leolin in the bedside bassinet and sat as close to Amelle as he could stand. If she wanted to talk, then he’d listen, but the first bad word against him, his babies or his mates and he was gone.

“A little boy.” She told him, her voice hardly above a breath. “My first mate tried to protect us both.”

Amelle fell silent again, playing with the pink shawl around Eleonora.

“I didn’t know you had a mate before Caesar.” Harry said after the pause became lengthy.

Amelle nodded jerkily again. “Cordell. He was a tall and handsome African-American, he lived close by me, only a state or so away from me and my family and he was so fit and strong. He was a bit too old for my tastes at twenty-three, but he paid so much attention to me, he wooed me thoroughly, he even took me away from my home for a romantic dinner in a fancy, expensive restaurant to prove he had enough money to not only support me, but to keep me in luxury. We had to take the chaperone, but I forgot he was even there after I started talking to Cordell.”

Amelle fell silent again and Harry wondered what the hell had brought this on.

“I held out as long as I could. I wanted to make Cordell fight for me and he did. He fought so viciously that he got jealous when I spent any amount of time with the other dominants. My meeting lasted for a month, that’s as long as I could hold out against him. I wanted him so badly. I got pregnant immediately and he was so proud and boastful. When we found out that I didn’t need a grounding mate, oh that night was so special as he knew that he had been my first and he would be my only.”

Harry made a face, but fought to control it. He did not want to hear about Amelle having sex with her previous dominant, or her current one for that matter.

“He was always by my side, he came to every scan and when we found out that we were having a boy, he was just so happy. He had wanted a boy so badly and I felt so happy to give him what he wanted the most. I was six months pregnant when…when it happened.”

“What happened?” Harry asked as softly as he could, insanely curious.

“The poachers had found out where we lived.”

Harry’s heart clenched tightly as he realised where this story was going. He swallowed heavily and his heart started to thud faster in his chest.

“They came in the middle of the night, sixteen of them. I was only a month from giving birth, I was just getting my nesting instincts and I was gathering a cache of materials to build my nest with when they came. Cordell heard them first and he stood in front of me, his gorgeous ebony wings flared, his claws and fangs displayed as they burst through the door. There were just too many of them. I thought at first that everything would be fine, but I was a naïve child. Cordell killed two of them right away, one with a swipe of his left hand claws, the other with the right, but they kept coming, he kept fighting and then suddenly he had been moved away from me and I was forced to defend myself and my unborn child. I killed three before they pinned me down. I screamed for my mate as they dragged me from the bed that I had felt so safe in moments before they had arrived. Cordell was insane with fear and rage as he tried to cut his way to me. I was dragged further from him, towards the door and I knew then that I was their true target, that they wanted to take me away and harvest me. I lashed out and they kicked back. My stomach, they purposefully aimed for my stomach. My waters broke and the blood came not too long after. Cordell was incensed as he watched them kick me like a dog, he was forced to watch as I started to miscarry our precious baby boy.”

Amelle’s voice trailed off and Harry swallowed around the lump in his throat. How could she be so calm in telling this story? How could she sit there beside him and tell this horrific tale without a single emotion in her bland voice?

“My body expelled the baby as they caught Cordell between four of them. He still fought and struggled, but there were too many of them. They taunted me with my baby and I snapped. I launched for the one and raked my claws across his face, he dropped my baby and I caught him, cradling him close. He was a beautiful little boy, cocoa coloured skin, thick black hair and a tiny, perfect little face; he would have been just as handsome as his Father. I was screaming, Cordell was struggling and fighting…they shoved a spike through his throat. I watched him choke on his own blood, struggling to breathe even as he still tried to reach me and our son. He bled out on the floor, leaving me alone with our dead son to fend off six poachers. I felt sick, I was in shock, my perfect son had been kicked out of me and my dominant had been murdered in front of me, I was frozen…I just couldn’t move. Thankfully my family had felt my distress calls and they had come for me. My Father burst through the door just as the poachers were surrounding me and he was like a god send. My older brothers followed and between the four of them, they killed the remaining six poachers and got me to a Healer, but there was nothing they could do for Cordell or my baby, they were already dead. I went through such a deep depression that my Mother couldn’t stand to be near me. It hurt her and her Dracken to see me so hurt and sad, but my Father never left me alone. He or one of my brothers were always there, I think they thought that I was going to kill myself. I thought about it, oh I thought about joining Cordell and our baby so many times, I even went to do it a few times, but I never did. I was pushed through so many hours of therapy. For years I kept going back to the therapists for help, eight years of constant therapy and I’m only now feeling better. I should have stayed with the therapy for longer, but I was fed up of repeating the exact details of what had happened that night. The Counsel elders had their own therapist check me over and she decided that I was mentally and physically able to mate again and I hated her. I hated her so much for saying that I was fine when I clearly wasn’t because I was immediately put into another mate meeting and I was forced to pick another mate that I didn’t even want.”

Harry was beginning to understand why Amelle had such a problem with Caesar and his family. It wasn’t him, or them or even her; it had been the Counsel’s fault. Them and the therapist who had declared that Amelle was ready for another mate when she obviously hadn’t been.

“I held out that meeting for months. I didn’t need to rush, I felt like I had all the time in the world. I didn’t want any of them; I banished half of them within the first week. Some of them killed one another and I didn’t care. I hoped that they all killed one another until none of them were left. I couldn’t stop thinking about Cordell and our son, buried together in a grave that I had spent a fortune on and it just wasn’t enough. I would have spent every Knut I had on their coffins and graves, but my parents curbed me, I hated them for that.”

“What…what made you choose Caesar?” Harry asked.

Amelle turned to him, showing her slate grey eyes filled with unshed tears. Her voice may have been emotionless, but her eyes couldn’t hide the pain and the sadness that she felt over the memories.

Amelle shrugged. “He fought as hard as Cordell did for me the first time around. The Maddisons’ didn’t make it to the meeting the first time I was looking for a mate, a family dilemma or something, but they were there in force when I was forced to take another mate, all of their Uncles and their Aunt and the two youngest, Max and Caesar. Max was thirty already, I was only twenty-five and thirty sounded so old. But he was so tall and strong and handsome.”

Harry recoiled at that. “You wanted Max?!” He hissed.

“He was the biggest, the strongest, the most physically appealing dominant there. I wanted a stronger mate than Cordell, not many filled that requirement, but Max did. I watched him fool about with his Uncles; they bet him that he couldn’t lift more than his body weight and he turned around, laid on his back and picked up the thick, heavy, solid oak dining table. He could bench press a table! I wanted him.”

Harry felt like he couldn’t breathe, it felt like his heart had stopped.

“He, of course, didn’t want me. I thought that it was something I had said or done, or thought that maybe he was one of those dominants who would only accept a virgin submissive, but then I found out that his younger brother wanted me for himself so Max had bowed himself out of the running. I was so angry.”

“Why did you chose Caesar if you were so angry with him?” Harry asked, trying to keep the demand from his voice, he liked Caesar.

“He was the second most suitable, he wasn’t the strongest or the biggest, but at twenty-eight he was the right age for me, the only other big and strong dominants were Max’s Uncles, who were all over fifty! I thought that even if Caesar wasn’t big and strong, that his family were and that they’d be able to protect me.”

“You chose Caesar just for his family?!” Harry hissed outraged.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Amelle sighed sadly. “To lose a mate and a child together, my Dracken was so angry, with Cordell for not protecting us, with my family for not coming sooner after I let out the distress calls, with the Counsel for forcing me to pick another mate. I was so angry all the time and nothing helped. Nothing. I wasn’t in that young state of mind where a mate meant children. I wanted a mate that could protect me and a large, strong family around me, so when Max bowed out, I chose Caesar. If for some reason they had both bowed out I would have chosen their youngest Uncle, Nicodemus. I was adamant that I would be a part of their family for the protection they offered. Only it backfired on me, the Maddisons’ aren’t like normal Dracken families, who rally around the submissives and protect them no matter what; they hate me and many other submissives in their family and they would gladly leave us to die if they could. I saw that after the fights that you and I had. It was you that they rallied around, not me, even though I’ve been a part of their family for longer than you have, it doesn’t matter, because they actually like you, so they protect you.”

“To be honest though, I’m not a complete bitch.” Harry pointed out.

Amelle smiled, just a little flick up of the lips. “I don’t mean to be. I don’t know how you force your Dracken away, how you just ignore your instincts so easily when it’s so difficult for me to even think straight when my Dracken comes to the forefront.”

“I already lose myself when I’m on a heat period without doing it when I’m not on heat. My Dracken will not force me to do things that I don’t want to do. I won’t allow it.”

“But how? I’ve tried, Caesar has told me to try harder, but I just can’t do it.”

“Pass me Nora.” Harry said suddenly and watched as Amelle pulled the baby higher up her shoulder and turned to shield her. “See? You don’t think before you react, Amelle. Just stop and think, what do you think I’ll do to her? Do you honestly think that anyone in this family will hurt her or let anything, anything at all happen to her? The family dislike you because you act like all the other pampered, spoilt submissives. You’re rude, bitchy, arrogant and you won’t let them get to know their own grandchildren, of course they aren’t going to like that. The key to getting them to like you and protect you is in your arms, let them hold and play with Eleonora and let them see the real you, under all the Dracken instincts and the fear of losing her like you did your son. I assume the perpetrator who sold you out was caught?”

Amelle nodded. “My supposed best friend in school. I foolishly told her what I was and I boasted about how a hundred men would be falling at my feet. She told her Father, who informed the Dracken poachers of where Cordell and I lived together.”

“She’s dead isn’t she? Her Father is dead, the poachers are all dead and no one knows your secret. You’re safe here with us. We aren’t going to sell you out because we’re Drackens too, we’d be selling out ourselves too. They may not like you, but they wouldn’t see you dead, Amelle, because it would kill Caesar. He loves you so much and you just don’t seem to care. He’s trying his hardest and he loves you and Nora, but he also loves his family. You have put him in such an awkward, horrible position and he’s miserable. You’ve been mated for two years now; surely there must be some feelings between you other than the ones created with Eleonora.”

“I…I suppose there are. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to him, especially not what happened to Cordell. But it’s so hard for me to forget the past, even with the therapy I’ve had I wake up sometimes and expect to see Cordell in bed with me and not Caesar; I keep changing Eleonora and expecting to see male genitals, not female and I get confused when I unwrap her and she’s this pale, pink baby, not my perfect cocoa baby that I had birthed. But I’m slowly getting more used to the changes and the confusion over my two babies is happening less and less now that Nora is getting older.”

“That’s good, that means you are making progress and if you can show that progress then you’d get the support you need from the family.”

Harry went and picked up Braiden. He licked his lips and took a chance. He pressed his son into Amelle’s arms and watched as she held him, looked at him. She blinked her slate blue-grey eyes and took several deep breaths before handing him Eleonora.
Harry made sure he held her supportively and safely as Amelle watched him critically. He stroked a chubby cheek and brushed auburn hair from chocolate coloured eyes.

“She’s going to be a stunner when she’s older.” He praised and that made Amelle smile.

“I didn’t mean what I said about Braiden. He’s not ugly or slow. I was just jealous that everyone was paying more attention to him than to Nora.”

“Only because you wouldn’t let anyone see her. It’s hard to tell what a baby looks like through a shawl.” Harry teased lightly.

Amelle let out that tinkling laugh. “I suppose. Let’s go back down before they realise that I’m missing and they think I’m descaling you.”

“They’d be more worried that I’m shredding you. How is your leg?”

“Better now that Max actually agreed to give Caesar the scar reducer.”

“Max can’t resist his baby brother’s begs.”

“That’s true. Max is a sucker for his siblings.”

Harry grinned. “That he is, I think it’s cute.”

Amelle went on ahead with Braiden, while Harry scooped Leolin up out of the bassinet and showed him to Nora.

“This is your baby cousin Nora, Leolin.”

“Ooh!” She cooed, poking at Leolin's face with rough fingers, Harry caught her hand and sat her up higher on his shoulder so she couldn’t poke Leolin.

Harry was only just behind Amelle, so he heard the screams as she walked into the kitchen with Braiden.

“What are you doing with my son?!” Blaise roared.

“You shut your mouth.” Harry said as he walked in carrying Leolin and Eleonora. That stopped all of them short.

“You seem to have mixed up children.” Alexander pointed out.

Harry and Amelle looked at one another, Harry a bit put out because he had to look up to see Amelle, who stood an inch or so higher than he did.

“No. No we haven’t. We’re doing trust exercises.”

“Trust exercises?” Max asked as if he couldn’t comprehend what they were saying.

“Yes. I’m trusting Amelle with Braiden and she’s trusting me with Eleonora. We’re bonding.”

“Bonding?” Draco questioned.

“Must you repeat the last thing I say?” Harry frowned. “Yes. We’re bonding, is that such a bad thing?”

“No. No it’s brilliant!” Caesar exclaimed with tears shimmering in his chocolate eyes. He looked so happy that Harry had to smile softly at him.

Amelle sat down with Braiden, whose indigo eyes flickered to everything within eyesight. Harry sat down with Leo and Nora and he cuddled them both being watched by the family as if the entire world had suddenly turned upside down and the sky was green and the grass was now blue.
Harry soothed Amelle all throughout the exercise as his mates surrounded him; some of them touching Eleonora and Harry patted and squeezed Amelle’s hand to calm her. He passed Leolin to Nasta, who passed him Tegan, the only two girls of five boys.

“You need to have another girl.” He teased Amelle. “Or these two are going to be outnumbered for life.”

“Why don’t you have another girl?” She replied back as she let Braiden play with her slender fingers.

“I already have six kids! I’m not planning on making it seven for a very long time. I’m sure Caesar won’t say no to another baby.”

Amelle looked at Caesar through a fall of her hair and he almost stumbled over himself answering.

“Of course I wouldn’t mind! I’d love to have a second child with you.”

“You would? You never said before.” Amelle said quietly.

“I didn’t want to upset you by bringing it up.” Caesar admitted softly.

“I think we had best leave.” Harry elbowed his gawking mates to get them moving and swapped Eleonora for Braiden and he left the kitchen to go to the living room to give the two some privacy. He had no idea what had happened to Amelle, if she had knocked her head, if she had fallen and had some sense bashed into her brain, but he hoped that whatever it was that it wasn’t a temporary thing and that her new attitude didn’t wear off. She was a lot more tolerable when she was calm and rational and not trying to always attack him.

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Harry and his mates had decided to go home, to Max’s, for the last few days before they left for Hogwarts. Ashleigh had giggled and winked at them, thinking that they meant privacy for some ‘alone time’ and she had even offered to look after all six babies for them, but what she didn’t know was they had had sex twice in Max’s childhood bedroom since the birth of their quintuplets.
Harry grinned goofily as he thought back to those times and Nasta scowled at him, a light pink covering his cheeks, partially hidden by the stubble that was growing back in.

“No need to ask what you’re thinking about.” Max grinned roguishly, giving him a naughty wink.

Harry laughed. “I’m thinking that sex will be a lot different now that I’m not going to be rubbing my bare back against a real bear skin.”

“I can go and get it for you if you want it.” Max said mildly.

“It hasn’t come off your bed in sixteen years.” Harry replied.

Max shrugged. “Mum wanted it on there to remind her of me when I was off being ‘a grown-up’ in my own house. She hated it when I left, so I left my room as it was, I think with the addition of Grandchildren floating around, she’s forgotten all about it.”

Harry chuckled. “It’s fine for now, but I want all of your first kill skins to decorate our bed when we finally upgrade from this house. Where is your first skin?” Harry asked Nasta.

“At my Grandparents house.” He answered as he handed him a cup of honey tea. Harry made an excited noise and gulped it.

“What was your first kill?” Harry asked.

“A stallion, like most dominant’s first kills; Max is just a show off.”

Max laughed happily.

“I killed a buck.” Blaise boasted.

“What was your first kill, Draco?”

The blond blushed and turned away from them.

“Draco?” Harry questioned curiously.

“Three rabbits.” He said stiffly. “I didn’t grow up with Drackens or know what I was, so I didn’t keep the skins for you.”

“That’s alright.” Harry said softly, embracing Draco from behind and worming his head under Draco’s arm to kiss a smooth cheek.

“Why rabbits?” Max asked curiously, ignoring the glare that Harry sent him. “Usually the Dracken wants the biggest pray it can find.”

“I lived in a Wiltshire mansion on grass plains, there are no forests or limitless wilderness. A rabbit was the biggest prey I could find unless I ate my Father’s prized albino peacocks…or the house elves.” He replied defensively.

“If you want you can hunt for dinner and we can keep that animal to skin to put with the rest.” Harry offered.

“You want me to hunt for dinner?”

“If you don’t mind that is.”

“Of course I don’t mind, I’d love to.” Draco smiled then and Harry smiled before pecking Draco’s mouth, his head was seized and he was kissed thoroughly.

“So, can we enjoy one another tonight? Or do you think I’m ‘unfit enough to perform’” He said scathingly, quoting the Healer who had examined his stomach and said that he was unfit to be walking, lifting or going to the bathroom by himself, he had gotten into a fighting match with the Healer, proving that he could walk and lift things, but the Healer had ignored him and had written him off as unfit. Harry was still livid about it.

Max and Nasta looked at one another, despite having sex twice since the birth; it had stopped a few days ago, as soon as that Healer had said that he was ‘unfit to perform simple tasks’ all logic had gone out of the window.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Max finally answered.

“Fuck you!” Harry spat.

Max stepped forward and gripped his hair, bending his neck backwards. Harry hadn’t even tried to run. He was learning. He just stood there, not saying anything, not moving, thinking up ways in which he could kill Max without leaving a body behind.

“Say sorry.” Max said gently, loosening his fist.

“Bitch.” Harry answered and grimaced as that hand clenched in his hair again.

“Don’t you think that was childish, Harry?” Nasta coaxed.

“Do you think I care, Nasta?” Harry growled back.

“Say sorry!” Max almost demanded, angling his neck back more. Harry gritted his teeth together, locking his jaw.

Harry stayed silent and felt Max’s hand start tugging on his hair, if Max pulled anymore then he would be losing a clump of hair.

“Ease off, Max.” Nasta coaxed, patting the hand clenched in his hair. “Say sorry to Max, Harry.”

Harry pulled a face and growled.

“Harry!” Nasta put the order into his voice, not full force, but enough to make Harry hesitate and he fought back his instincts that wanted him to clutch both of their legs and beg for forgiveness.

He tore his own head away from Max’s loosened hand, leaving more than a few strands in Max’s closed fist, he snarled at Max before backing out of the room. Max growled and went to follow him, but Nasta wrapped an arm around his waist.
Harry made it upstairs, banging and stomping like a spoilt child, but he didn’t care. He was being treated like a child; he’d damn well act like one! How dare they deny him sex again? Like his opinion or wants didn’t even matter!
He was too damned angry to think and he knew the skirt idea wouldn’t work a second time, not that he had the skirt anymore since Max had burnt it. The bastard!
He claws came through his nail beds and his fangs tore free from his gums. His wings sprang from his back so violently that he felt a warm trickle of blood over his back.
His Dracken urged him to go and eliminate the one who had made him angry, but he had enough of himself to know he didn’t want to kill Max, just maim him a little. He chuckled at that and it slipped roughly from his throat.
He peeked in on his sleeping children and cooed and purred over them. Such sweet, beautiful babes. He had the most perfect babies; no child was more perfect, more sweet, more cute, more adorable. He had the smartest, most beautiful children in the entire world and no other baby compared to his six. He’d cut up anyone who said otherwise!
Stretching his wings out, as he stretched his body, Harry climbed onto the bed and curled up on his arms and legs, lying on his stomach on his curled up limbs, folding his wings into his sides. He rubbed his face on the duvet and yawned. He’d just sleep with his children for a bit, he’d hear them if they woke up and he’d hear anyone who came into the room.

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Harry woke up slowly, gradually and he shook his head to clear it. He almost put his own eye out when he rubbed them with his hands, which had claws attached to them.
He stretched and tucked in all of his Dracken attributes and yawned and stretched again. All of the babies were sleeping still, but someone had been in to tend to them, an empty bottle was on the bedside table. They must have been incredibly quiet not to wake him up and then his mind kick started and he frowned as he realised that there was a silencing bubble around him. That made him angry again.

“Twatting bastards.” He hissed.

He kissed each baby carefully, being mindful of his fangs and claws before heading down the stairs to the smell of cooking.
Max wouldn’t even look at him as the other three greeted him and Harry glared at his back, hoping the heat of his glare peeled the skin from his back.

“Have you calmed down now?”

“Yes.” Harry answered his top dominant softly.

“Do you have anything you want to say to Max?” Nasta encouraged.

Harry sat down and said nothing. Max snorted from the cooker and stirred something he was making. Harry was surprised when ten minutes later a plate was shoved viciously under his nose, he hadn’t expected anything.
He found out why he had been given a plate after only one forkful. He choked on his mouthful and ran to the sink to get a drink of water. It tasted like Max had used the entire contents of his spice cupboard in the chilli he had made.

“Harry?” Nasta questioned confusedly. Max looked smug as he ate his own food easily.

“You know I don’t like spicy food!” Harry yelled at him.

Nasta took up Harry’s fork and tasted the chilli on his plate, then his own.

“They’re the same, Harry.” He said.

Harry walked around Nasta angrily, took his fork and ate from his plate and shuddered, his eyes streaming.

“It’s too spicy.” He complained. “I can’t eat it.”

“You have to eat something.” Blaise fretted.

“Apparently I don’t.” Harry spat. “But that’s okay, isn’t it? It’s not as if I’m not already used to always going hungry.” Was his parting shot as he left the kitchen.

“See what you’ve done!” Draco yelled at Max, who looked a bit guilty as Harry left the kitchen without eating.

“It’s a double edged sword.” Blaise said quietly as he tried a small forkful of his own food and pulled a face. “You seem to have forgotten that I can’t eat spicy food either as it makes me feel sick, so it looks like both Harry and I are going without dinner.”

Blaise pushed his plate away, got to his feet and he followed Harry out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He found him crying in the main bedroom. The huge, wracking sobs widened his eyes; he didn’t think that Harry had been this upset. He had expected him to be more angry than upset.
He climbed onto the bed; passing through Nasta’s silencing bubble and he wrapped Harry up in his arms, kissing that upturned face as Harry looked up at him to see who had joined him.

“Why…?”

“I don’t like spicy food either, so Max really screwed up that revenge plan.” Blaise replied.

Harry smiled depreciatingly. “All I wanted was some love.”

Blaise nosed around his ear and pressed an open mouthed kiss behind it.

“I don’t agree with the Healer. I’m not as sexually experienced as Max or Nasta, but I wouldn’t say no to sinking into your luscious body.” He breathed hotly into that tiny ear.

“You don’t believe the Healer?” Harry asked tremulously.

“Of course not. He said you were unable to walk or lift anything. I have watched you walk, run, jump and carry two of our children at a time. The Healer was wrong about that because he doesn’t understand your Dracken nature, so why would he be right about you not being ready for sex? As long as you tell me if I hurt you or if it’s too uncomfortable, I would gladly make love to you all night, Prezioso. All you had to do was ask me.”

Harry was embarrassed to realise that he had tears in his eyes and he threw himself around Blaise’s body and kissed those sensual lips with all the passion that he could muster.

“Hold on.” Blaise whispered as he pushed Harry onto the bed, taking out his wand and waving it.

Harry lowered his eyebrows and looked curiously at Blaise, who grinned evilly.

“A very handy ward that I found a while back. Anyone who crosses over it will be immobilised. So the other three idiots will be forced to stand there and watch as I completely and utterly ravish you and they won’t be able to do a thing about it…or interrupt us.” Blaise finished with a hot whisper and he immediately kissed Harry’s mouth, adding a tongue as Harry responded readily to him.

“The babies.”

“We fed them only half an hour before you came down, they should be good for an hour and a half at least.”

Harry grinned and he went straight back to kissing Blaise’s mouth, tangling their tongues together as other body parts rubbed and slid against one another.

“I’ve wanted this for what seems like years.” Blaise panted. “For it to be just me and you, like it used to be, with none of the others. I’ve come to love them so much but for a while I’ve just wanted you for myself, just once, Bello. Just once.”

“Why didn’t you say?” Harry asked as his shirt was pulled over his head. “I would have jumped on you.”

“For one, when I started feeling this way you were pregnant with quintuplets. Then you had a traumatic birth and there was no time to tell you that I wanted just an hour or so of your time to ravish you. I’m trying to block out the thoughts of what the Healer said, because I know different, but it’s difficult to do when the thought that I could hurt you comes floating in.”

“You won’t hurt me. It hurts me more not to be physically connected to those I love so very much.”

Blaise attacked his nipple with lips and teeth and Harry held his head there by his hair and arched into Blaise’s mouth, making soft noises as Blaise nipped at his one nipple, before sucking at the other one.
Harry moaned and Blaise bit down, forcing Harry to let out a choked scream.

“That’s it; scream for me tonight, no one else, just me.” Blaise whispered against his chest before he came up to kiss his lips, kissing him as if he could eat his mouth.

Harry pulled Blaise’s jumper from him, unbuckled the belt, undid the trousers and opened them, all in quick succession. Blaise chuckled deeply and it went right down his spine like an infectious liquid and pooled in his groin. He knew his eyes had blown wide when he looked at Blaise, who groaned deeply and kissed him desperately, his own indigo iris’ being reduced to a tiny ring around a pool of black.
Their mouths meshed together, opened to the other’s tongue, moving their heads in tandem against one another as Harry moved those last few inches to sit fully in Blaise’s lap, feeling the hardness of him there pressed against his own as he wrapped his legs tightly around him, still kissing as if the world would stop if they did.
Blaise tipped him backwards, but came with him, not letting him catch his breath, not letting any space separate them as he laid against the front of his body, pressing him down into the mattress and it made Harry’s blood run hot as their kisses became fevered and crazed.
Blaise ripped the button open and tugged his zip down on his trousers and Harry helped Blaise by wriggling his hips as Blaise pulled them down his legs, trying to do it blind as they continued kissing, but one leg of his trousers got caught around his ankle and they broke apart laughing as Blaise moved down to remove it.
Blaise kissed the arch of his foot and Harry giggled as those wet and warm lips tickled him, but Blaise held on and tongued around his ankle bone and nibbled the top of his foot. Harry screeched with uncontrollable giggles which made Blaise chuckle.
Blaise travelled up his shin, paid attention to his knobbly knee, up his thigh, and then he licked around the edges of his boxers and tongued at the length of him through the cotton of his shorts.
Harry moaned breathily and tugged on Blaise’s hair, trying to keep his mouth on such a sensitive, aching part of his body, but Blaise turned his head and sucked a love bite onto his hip instead.

“Mark me.” Harry breathed. “Cover my body with your marks! Please, Blaise!”

Blaise let out a deep growl and bit into the flesh of his belly and sucked hard as Harry arched into his mouth and screeched.
Blaise made a line of bites and marks and teeth imprints all up to his mouth, where he nibbled his lips and drove his tongue into his mouth once again and Harry wrapped his body around Blaise and rubbed against him.
Blaise pulled off his own livid orange boxer-briefs and Harry devoured the naked line of his body with his eyes.

“It always makes me hot to see you looking at me like that.” Blaise growled lowly, looking back at him with love, lust and a hint of danger.

“I want you.” Harry said softly, looking up at Blaise with wide eyes, panting rapidly.

Blaise tugged his boxers down, threw them clear over a bassinet and rolled to the bedside draw and dug out a bottle of lube.

“Condoms or no?” Blaise questioned.

Harry shook his head. “No, I want to feel you flood me.”

Blaise’s eyes flashed and his mouth pulled up into a familiar cocky smirk that he had always worn back in the first few weeks of their mating.

“Ti amo, Harry.” He said and Harry’s heart flipped at the familiar words that had come so easily between them once, but had dropped off as more and more men appeared.

“Ti amo, Blaise. Ti amo.”

Blaise kissed him, fevered and impassioned, pushing a finger Harry hadn’t realised had already been lubricated into his body slowly, a complete contrast to the fast paced kisses.
Harry gasped and moved his hips into that finger and shivered in pleasure as Blaise moved that finger slowly and smoothly, before slipping it out and pressing back in with two fingers and more lubricant.
Harry slipped his one leg up and over Blaise’s shoulder, wrapping his knee around his neck so Blaise had better access to his most intimate parts.

“You look gorgeous like this.” Blaise bent down to whisper into his ear, flicking a tongue out to lick at it.

Blaise scissored his fingers inside him and Harry gasped and arched as those slender fingers brushed the little gland that he had fallen in love with over the past year.

“Blaise!” Harry gasped and he heard Blaise growl again into his ear.

“I need you.” Blaise hissed deeply. “I need you so badly.”

Blaise slipped a third finger into him and spread them all out as wide as he could manage, before pressing them in as deeply as he could. Harry made a small noise as the burn at the penetration site became a bit too much. Blaise pulled out immediately and looked at him.

“It’s alright, just a small burn.” Harry said breathily. “I think Draco split me the last time I was permitted to have sex.”

Blaise nosed around his cheek, kissing his soft skin before pressing into him smoothly. Harry gasped and locked his body around Blaise as he came to a stop at the end of his body.

“How does that feel?” Blaise asked.

“Amazing.” Harry answered, kissing Blaise full on the mouth, adding tongue as Blaise rocked inside of him, building up to a smooth thrusting motion as their kiss got heavier and they mirrored their mouths to their lower bodies.

Harry felt his orgasm building much quicker than he would have liked, Blaise had teased him into a frenzy and now he wouldn’t last, but Blaise had also aroused himself and Harry had teased him back, which meant that when Harry felt that warmth that had built in his gut release, Blaise was completely in tandem with him and they both arched their backs and threw their heads back together as they orgasmed together, both screaming their pleasure and release.
Harry breathed deeply and heavily as he came back into himself to find Blaise panting and sweaty beside him, nosing around his hair and ear, he was grinning wider than Harry had ever seen him.

“Look who got the lion’s share of the meat.” Harry teased Blaise’s prideful, self-satisfied grin.

“Don’t call yourself meat.” Blaise teased back and Harry laughed even as his flushed cheeks went a bit darker.

Harry got his breath back and looked at his babies around him, still sleeping peacefully.

“It has to be said, we make good-looking kids.”

Blaise laughed his voice rough from growling and screaming.

“Leolin will be waking up soon, after he’s been fed, I have an idea if you’re up for it.”

Harry grinned naughtily.

“I can be up for whatever you have in mind.”

Blaise laughed again and he got up, waved his wand, removing the smell of sex and sweat from his body, he dressed himself immaculately, brushed his hair and then left to make up the bottles, leaving Harry covered in semen and sweat, watching him leave the bedroom, too tired to move, but watching that arse covered in denim with his eyes and wistfully thinking about seeing it out of those jeans again very soon.
Blaise came back with six bottles and he kicked the door shut again; he put the bottles on the bedside table and stripped himself once again.

“That was quick.”

“Max already had them made up, I met him just coming out of the kitchen, I think he wants to apologise, but I told him to leave you be. He made us both something to eat because he felt guilty and foolish for what he did. I think Nasta had at him after we left.”

“Good.” Harry pouted. Though it did make him feel better that Max wanted to apologise for how he had acted, Harry wasn’t quite ready to forgive him just yet. Maybe after another few rounds of sex with Blaise he’d feel more forgiving.

Blaise finished undressing and he snuggled up to him, kissing and licking at him until Harry started moaning and responding to his ministrations.

“What’s this plan of yours?” Harry asked curiously as they waited for the quintuplets to wake up.

Blaise looked down pointedly at the mattress and Harry’s eyebrows lowered.

“You want us to have sex under the bed?” He guessed and Blaise let out a startled burst of laughter.

“No, we have a box of unused toys under the bed. Toys that Max has wanted nothing more than to try. If you’re up for it, mio amore, we can use them, then lure him up here only for him to get stuck in the immobilising ward, we’ll show him what he’s missing.”

Harry’s eyes went wide and a very naughty grin spread over his face.

“Does that mean you want to try it?” Blaise asked.

Harry nodded and he rolled off the bed and pulled Ginny’s box out from under it. He climbed back onto the bed and threw the lid off of it and then lost his nerve as he looked at all the different boxes of toys.

“What if they hurt?”

“Then we’ll burn that particular toy and move onto another one.” Blaise said. “We’ll try them all and see what you like and what you don’t, it’s all about experimentation.”

Harry smiled and he went digging through the box until he found a bright purple toy and he handed it to Blaise.

“I want to try that one first.” He said with a blush. “It reminds me of your wings.”

Blaise grinned and that cocky smirk came back as he kissed him, shoved the box off the bed to give them some room to work and he took the leaflet out of the box to read the instructions as they waited still for the babies to wake up, praying that none of the others came up too soon, before they were ready for them.
Leolin’s tiny cry came first from his specially padded, pale blue bassinet and Harry rolled over the side of the bed to pick him up and cradled him.

“Oh my little Leo, don’t cry baby, Mummy has you.”

Blaise handed the tiny bottle with the specialised teat to him and Harry tested it on his forearm before he manipulated it into Leolin’s mouth, watching as he sucked on it tentatively, almost as if he were afraid of it.
Farren woke up next and he woke up all of his brothers and his sister with his screaming and he and Blaise were outnumbered without the other three, but they managed, feeding one baby at a time, until only Braiden was left and Harry took him up, pressed the bottle into his mouth as Blaise gently brushed the tears from his face. The quintuplets had fallen right back off to sleep after they had been burped and Harry was praying that Braiden did the same. He did and Harry kissed him softly, so gently as Blaise did the same and they placed him into his bassinet before turning and grinning at each other.
They came together and kissed, falling onto the bed. They broke apart panting as they looked at each other with wide grins.
Blaise picked up the phallic shaped, purple toy and smirked at him, making Harry feel a little nervous.

“This one is very special.” Blaise told him.

“Why?” Harry asked.

“It vibrates.”

“Oh.” Was all Harry said, not quite sure what it meant for him. “How are we going to get the others up here?”

“Once we have you writhing on the toy, let out a scream through the baby monitor that I’ll bring into the silencing bubble. They’ll come running and then they will all be stuck in the immobilisation ward.”

Harry grinned as Blaise cast said immobilisation ward again after he had taken it down to leave the room.
Harry was nervous as Blaise lubricated the purple toy and pressed it against his body.

“It’s a bit thicker than I am, but you should have no problems after taking Nasta.” Blaise told him.

Harry nodded to him and he felt the pressure increase until it started slipping into his body. Harry let out a small moan as the cool, unyielding toy was forced into his body, it was so different to an actual man, who was warm, soft underneath his hardness, and somehow more, fuller than the cold purple silicone that was being pushed into him.

“Are you alright?” Blaise asked him, nosing and kissing around his cheek and neck.

Harry let out the breath that he hadn’t know that he had been holding as the end of the toy came to the bottom of his body.

“It feels so strange! It’s completely different to an actual person.”

Blaise nodded. “It was always going to be, mio amore. It is silicone and we are flesh and blood, but wait until you can see what this piece of silicone can do, it’s been rated as very powerful.”

Blaise moved it so very carefully out of him and pressed it back in slowly until Harry got used to the feel of it within his body and he started tentatively moving into it as Blaise pressed it forward. Blaise grinned and moved it faster and harder and it touched his prostate and he moaned and moved his body faster and harder against it.
Blaise touched it with his wand and that was the beginning of the end. The toy started vibrating inside of him and he screamed like a possessed demon as he fucked himself on the toy, gripping his own hair as the toy ripped scream after scream from him, he thrashed his head from side to side and arched his back and ground his hips on to it as it touched his prostate and Blaise kept it there, vibrating against it and sending pleasure shooting through his entire body like tiny bolts of lightning. He orgasmed so quickly and so powerfully that he thought he’d never recover.
Blaise stopped the toy from vibrating and just moved it within him, watching him with possessive, lust filled eyes, his mouth opened and his lips being wetted by a peek of tongue as he panted as if it had been him with the toy inside of him.
Harry closed his eyes and just felt as the toy slid so smoothly into him, but Blaise stopped all movement and Harry snapped his eyes open to glare at him.

“If you don’t move that fucking toy in five seconds…!”

Blaise held a finger to his lips before he reached over and picked up the baby monitor. He pushed the baby monitor to his mouth and Harry remembered the reason they were trying these toys and he grinned evilly. He screamed long and loud into it and heard the clatter of chairs and splintering wood from all the way downstairs.
Blaise stretched over and put the baby monitor back on the bedside table and with a wave of his wand, he took down the silencing bubble and quickly put up separate bubbles around each bassinet, it wouldn’t do to have the other three watching, but not being able to hear anything due to the silencing bubble.
Blaise was moving the toy inside of him and Harry was writhing and pushing back on it again when the three others almost tore the door off to get into the room, all of their Dracken attributes on show, but they hit Blaise’s ward before their brains caught up with their eyes, so they were stuck in the ward as they realised that Harry had screamed from pleasure rather than anything else, really they should have known from how he had screamed, he had not given a distress call.
Blaise grinned at them evilly.

“It’s nice of you to join us. Harry and I are having so much fun; we just had to show you.”

Harry moaned and bent his knees to put his feet flat on the mattress so he could get better leverage to push himself onto the toy.

“Harry wanted to try this toy first, he loves it. I’ll show you.”

Blaise grinned and turned back to Harry, touching the toy with his wand and starting the vibrations again and Harry started screaming and writhing, shoving himself back onto the toy inside him. The three stuck in the ward went wide eyed as they watched, about the only thing they could do as their limbs were locked, unable to move or speak, forced to watch him play with the toys for the first time without their involvement.
Harry gripped his own hair again, but Blaise wormed his fingers out of the strands before he tugged any tufts out and attached them to the headboard, this gave Harry the strength of his arms to thrust himself onto the toy as well as his hips and he used them to full advantage as Blaise touched the toy to his prostate and Harry screamed louder and moved his body faster and harder against it.
His back arched and he threw his head back, but Blaise pulled the toy away from his prostate just as he was about to orgasm.

“No! No, no, no! Please!” He begged desperately, mindlessly. “Please, Blaise, please! Don’t stop it, please don’t make it stop!”

Blaise’s chuckle was so deep that Harry cracked open his eyes to make sure that it was still Blaise devouring his body with his eyes. His eyes had been almost completely swallowed by black and his mouth was open as his chest heaved like he had run a marathon as he watched him with the toy.

“Do you want to cum, mio amore?” Blaise asked, his voice gravelly and rough.

“Please, please, please! I need to! I need to!” He almost sobbed, still pushing himself onto the toy, tugging the headboard until it creaked under his hands.

“Pull your knees to your chest.” Blaise ordered.

Harry obeyed immediately and he held his legs on either side of his body, his knees touching either side of his rib cage and the toy suddenly seemed to go that much deeper into him, it felt that much more pleasurable and Harry rocked his body into it, moving his hips and twisting his head from side to side, sobbing as his body ached for release.
Blaise touched his prostate and his entire body convulsed with the vibrations and he screamed until his throat was raw, moving as much as he could on the toy in this position, but ultimately relying on Blaise to move it harder and faster for him, hitting him deeper, bashing his prostate and holding it there to send those bolts of pleasure through his body and he screamed his orgasm, which seemed somehow that much more powerful than the first.
Blaise slipped the toy from inside him, dropped it over the side of the bed and slid himself inside as Harry was still caught in the waves of his orgasm, still convulsing and his muscles still clenching and Blaise smashed their mouths together and thrust into him and it was so much better than the unyielding silicone and Harry kept his legs bent with his knees to his ribs, but he wrapped his arms around Blaise’s neck and tugged on that choppy black hair, his orgasm still crashing over him in waves, prolonged by Blaise, who Harry knew wouldn’t last much longer.
Harry called out Blaise’s name over and over until Blaise stilled and flooded him with his release and Harry just screamed, arching up into Blaise before they fell still and silent, panting, trying to draw in oxygen, trying to keep breathing. Blaise rolled onto his back and pulled Harry into cuddle with him, the other three looked like they were trying to scream at them, but Harry and Blaise ignored them for the time being.

“Do you want to let them have at you?” Blaise whispered with a grin.

“I thought you wanted it to be just you?” Harry whispered back, almost hissing as they tried to have a private conversation with the other three almost right beside them.

“I have had you to myself, twice and I’ve played with your body with the toy. I am more than happy, mio Prezioso. I am thinking that now it is my turn to get fucked after I’ve fucked you so very well.”

Harry smiled and kissed Blaise lingeringly, then tongue was added and Blaise rolled him onto his back and kissed him more passionately. He picked up his wand and waved it and all three mates surged forward and ended up on their faces. Harry laughed and Blaise chuckled.

“They must have been trying to get through the wards pretty damn hard for that to happen.” Blaise grinned.

Nasta and Draco came onto the bed growling, Nasta ripped Blaise from him and snogged him viciously as Draco bit all up the one side of his body. He obviously didn’t like that Harry only had Blaise’s marks on him.
Harry tugged him over his neck and kissed him. He only wanted Blaise’s mark on his neck as a place of pride and remembrance that Blaise had been there when he had needed him.
Harry got the feeling that something was missing and he looked to the side and saw that Nasta was already thrusting into Blaise, who was clawing up his back, Nasta’s teeth biting deeply into Blaise’s neck.
He looked to the other side and saw Max, sat on the floor looking miserable and forlorn at the four of them, there was shame, regret, repentance, lust and love swirl in those dark sapphire eyes and Harry growled.

“You have one second to get on this bed or I’m going to be forced to crawl on the floor after you and I don’t want to move.” He hissed.

Max came to the end of the bed, but didn’t get on it, he just cupped his face as Nasta dragged Draco away by an ankle, which made Harry laugh at the hilarious sight and the indignant squawk that Draco let out as Nasta pulled himself out of a spent Blaise and pushed into Draco instead.

“I’m so sorry, I should have listened to you, we all should have, but then Blaise was the only one who seemed to have a brain these past few days. He could see that the Healer was wrong and really we all could, but hearing that you weren’t supposed to be doing these things, it put fear into us that we could hurt you, that you could be very seriously injured and I’m sorry. As for the stunt in the kitchen over dinner, I have no excuse for what I did and nothing to say to excuse my behaviour or my selfish actions. I’m sorry, I should never have done it, I don’t know what I was thinking and as soon as I tell my Dad, he’s going to go ape shit on me and either hit me so hard my brain will rattle or he’ll carry out his threat of spanking me and I won’t be able to sit down for a month.”

Harry rolled over, off of the bed and onto Max’s lap, he tore open the jeans that Max was wearing, ripped open the boxer shorts underneath so violently that the button went flying and he then sat himself down on Max completely in one go.
Max gasped and threw his head back, holding his hips tight enough to bruise.

“I told you if you didn’t get on the bed in one second then I’d have to come after you.” Harry told him, not apologising for his own behaviour because he wasn’t going to. He didn’t feel like he had to when he hadn’t been the one at fault, but he said without words that he had forgiven Max. He had just known that a few rounds with Blaise would wipe out any anger and bad feelings he had, sex always had calmed him down.

Harry moved himself up and down Max’s considerable length and gasped as his sore body was split open again so soon, but the feel of Max within him, pressing deeper than anyone else could get, more than made up for it as he moved himself faster and harder with the help of those hands on his hips.
Max growled in a continuous rumble in the back of his throat before he flung them both sideways, twisting them until Harry was on the carpeted floor and Max was hovering above him and they locked eyes as Max started moving harder and faster than Harry had been able to manage, Harry dragged himself up with the help of those massive shoulders and nibbled and sucked on Max’s bottom lip until his mouth opened and they kissed heavily, passionately.
One of Max’s hands splayed on his lower back and he held their lower bodies together as he found a rhythm and kept to it, Harry tugging two fistfuls of his short hair as he moaned and begged for release.
It seemed that Max didn’t want to upset him, so he immediately gave Harry his wish of orgasm by pushing himself harder and faster and laying him back on the floor so he could use the hand that had been holding their lower bodies together to tug on his over sensitised cock until he screamed his orgasm to the ceiling.
Max collapsed to the side of him and tried to catch his breath, but Harry was tugged up and onto the bed and taken immediately by Draco, who smirked at him as Harry writhed and convulsed, still caught in his orgasm from Max. It did not take long for Draco to bring him to a second orgasm as he held one of his hips, Harry’s one leg wrapped around Draco’s strong, broad back, his other one lying limply on the bed, his hands caught together by Draco’s other hand.
Draco displayed the steely control that the Malfoys were known for by holding out through Harry’s orgasm and keeping him screaming and writhing to another earth shattering orgasm and Harry was sure he was going to pass out, but after Draco had stilled and collapsed onto him and he was feeling sleepy and worn out, Harry was pulled out from under Draco and he turned to see the golden eyes of Nasta, who grinned at him, showing fangs. Harry groaned loudly, sex with any of his mates in Dracken form was just so rough and so amazing that his limp cock, which he had thought wouldn’t be able to ever recover from tonight, sprang back to life and started aching as Nasta started licking and sucking at him, playing with him when all he wanted was to be fucked while Nasta was in Dracken form, his gorgeous wings tucked up slightly to stop them from getting in the way or cuffing one of the others.
Nasta flicked his nipples as he tongued around his balls, which were already tight and felt like they would explode at any moment. He growled and wound his hands around as much of Nasta’s hair as he could get and he tugged harshly.

“If you do not get inside of me now, I am going to slice your cock and balls off and do it myself!” He threatened with a steely gaze, glaring directly into those amused golden eyes.

Nasta took his threat to heart and surged into him and Harry’s back arched from the bed so violently a few vertebrae clicked. He moaned helplessly as Nasta started rocking, then he picked up pace and rhythm and then what Harry had been anticipating and dreading, Nasta’s body rolling, which drove him insane, but built up his orgasm so quickly and powerfully that he couldn’t help but love it.

“Nasta!” He cried out as he sunk his claws into those huge shoulders, likely drawing blood, but Nasta only growled lowly and moved harder and faster, rolling smoothly and hitting Harry’s abused prostate dead on as he refined his technique more by pulling in his hips and tightening his thighs.

Harry moaned and thrashed as he felt his god knew what number orgasm approach, his hands clenched deeply into Nasta’s shoulders, tearing the skin a bit, but it only seemed to enflame Nasta more as he started growling and snarling as he moved faster and harder and Harry’s orgasm took him completely by surprise and he screamed so loudly that he lost his voice.
Nasta released into him and bit his small shoulder, sinking his four fangs into him and drawing blood. It made him writhe and convulse on Nasta before he completely collapsed and just lay on the bed hoping that he would recover sometime this year.
Nasta manipulated him up to the pillows and maneuvered him under the duvet and gave him a sweet kiss, such a contrast to the passionate, tongue filled kisses from moments before.
Harry yawned and made no movement as Nasta and Max got Draco and Blaise under the covers as well, Max went out of the room with the six empty baby bottles and came back up ten minutes later, just as Harry had finished wriggling around to get comfortable, with six new bottles. He put them on the bedside table and Nasta handed him a damp wash cloth that he had gotten from the bathroom.
Max cleaned himself off as Nasta had finished cleaning all three of the others and tucked them into the bed, taking care with the back of Harry’s legs and his abused, sore entrance.
Regan woke up first this time and he wailed for his food. Nasta scooped him up lovingly and pressed a bottle to his cheek, watching him root for it adoringly.
Tegan woke up next and Max took her into his vast arms, cradling her tiny body as he fed her. The two of them were much more smoother in handling all six of them than Harry and Blaise had been, but then they did all of the night feeds by themselves. Harry sat up and he was handed Calix as he woke up for his bottle and Harry cuddled him and kissed him, trying to tell his little boy that he loved him so very much as he fed him.
Nasta burped Regan, placed a red dummy in his mouth and placed him back into his bassinet before he scooped up Braiden as Blaise fed Farren and Draco took little Leolin, nuzzling his little face with his sharp nose. Harry loved seeing Draco so loving and affectionate and he was sad that it really only happened in their bedroom, usually after a great bout of sex.
Once the babies had all been fed, Tegan and Braiden had had nappy changes and they all had a dummy in their mouths, including little Leolin, who had his special dummy between his lips, looking so adorable that Harry had taken several photos the first time he had put the dummy in his mouth, they settled down in bed. Max went to turn out the light as Nasta moved Braiden to the nursery next door, taking one of the three way baby monitors with him. He came back and slipped into the bed, and he reached to the bedside table and turned off the lamp as Max did he same on the other side. Harry yawned as he snuggled down, feeling relaxed, calm, contented, but most of all happy as he was surrounded by his children and his mates, who were also his lovers, his best friends and his life companions. He loved them and he’d love them for life, no matter what little tiffs they had or would have in the future, because there was bound to be more than enough, but life wasn’t going to be easy. Life wasn’t worth living if it was easy, but if they all stuck together, then no matter what came at them, they’d be able to overcome it.

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A/N: Now that sex scene took a hell of a lot of doing so you had better bloody enjoy it!

ALL OF YOU HAD BETTER READ THIS!
I am getting sick of repeating the answer for the Regulus question of how Harry can be the first male submissive in a hundred years if Regulus was a male submissive. I am getting sick of answering it, so if anyone asks after this chapter, I’m going to go mental.
No one knew about Regulus. Not even his own parents knew, he had one meeting where he quickly chose Severus and neither of them ever went to the social gatherings. His previous suitors forgot about him as new submissives came forth, and then he died early without ever really leaving a mark, he had no children, no achievements or notable doings, his mate is, and always has been, a recluse who would rather cut off his own leg than go to the Dracken parties, so he faded from everyone's memories, everyone except for Severus and Kreacher when his parents and Sirius died. No one remembered him, hell if they did it might just be a passing thought like, what was that submissive's name from thirty years ago. They might even think that he was female, not every Dracken in the world saw/spoke/met him, so they might have convinced themselves that he was just another missed opportunity. Severus clings to Regulus' memory so tightly and fiercely because no one else does, it's that reason why he can't move on, it's that reason why I'll never 'pair him up with another submissive to make him happy' because he doesn't want to be happy. Not every story has a happy ending and unfortunately Severus’ is one of them. He wants to cling to his love for Regulus, he wants to hold onto the man he loved and lost, why would he want some insipid, shallow, vain sixteen year old girl, who is more than likely going to reject him as soon as she sees him, when he has the memories of the smart, beautiful, wonderful man he fell in love with, who chose him over hundreds of others, who was his mate for three years in all ways that mattered, that loved him as he was and for who he was.

So that’s my answer to that, I don’t want to hear any more questions about how Harry can be the only male submissive in a hundred years, yadda yadda. Moving on.

Jay: Harry’s pregnant body cannot handle raw meat, but when he’s in a feral state of mind, about to give birth, he craves it for the sustenance it can give to him, which is much more than fruits, berries or anything else he got his hands on. Plus it’s the easiest food the dominants could give him and about one of the only things Harry would eat in that state of mind, don’t forget that when feral, they revert to their animalistic minds, which want to hunt and tear into meat.

unneeded: Max and Nasta knew about the cat flap yes, but they left Harry to answer if he wanted to, if he had looked at them with his begging eyes, they would have stepped in and said, but they gave Harry a chance to answer first.
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