HPDBC Faerie Catnip (Dresden Files)
Faerie Catnip (Dresden Files)
Faerie Catnip (Dresden Files)
A/N: Faerie Catnip was a commissioned one shot originally written back in October of 2020. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Summary: After Harry defeats his former master, his faerie godmother, the Leanansidhe comes to collect her due. She ends up collecting a whole lot of something else instead...
Themes: Slutty, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly
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The Leanansidhe was a faerie of the Winter Court, though amusingly enough, she loved dressing in... warm, colors. As she appears inside of the hotel room, she's wearing a striking scarlet red dress that matches up well with the reddish curls that go all the way down past her hips. Said hips, much like the rest of her, are pristine and perfectly curvaceous. With flawless skin, high cheekbones, bloodred lips and a body that just wouldn't quit, it was almost obvious how inhuman she was, just based on her gorgeous body alone.
The hotel room that she's just entered is not empty. Of course it isn't, what purpose would she have for stepping from the Nevernever into the mortal world just to visit an empty hotel room? No, the room is occupied, more specifically it's occupied by an individual that Leanansidhe has a vested interest in. Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden lays out on the bed, his height leaving him sprawled across it's entire length, and his current health leaving him not even able to do much more than lift his head to stare at her.
"Oh, you poor thing. Defeating your Master took a lot out of you, didn't it my dear?"
Approaching carefully, the red-haired fae smiles a pitying, affectionate smile. In his current state, one of her stature might not see the young man before her as much of a threat. But Leanansidhe had... additional information that most wouldn't. Her beloved godson was actually a lot stronger than most gave him credit for... stronger even then he gave himself credit for.
But that was neither here nor there. She'd made a deal with the young Dresden, as his faerie godmother. She'd agreed to give him the strength necessary to defeat his master, Justin DuMorne, in exchange for his life, fortune, and power. Of course, in truth Harry had already been plenty powerful enough. All she'd given him was the confidence he needed to fight back. Still, confidence went a long way, especially against a creature like DuMorne.
Even if she hadn't actually DONE much of anything, it was safe to say that the deal she'd made with Harry had almost certainly saved him, giving him the impetus needed to save himself at the very least. So, technically he still owed her. And technicalities were exactly what her kind operated on.
"What... what do you want?"
Still, Harry could fight back, if he so chose to. And that wouldn't do. So Leanansidhe remains soothing and just a little seductive as she sways her hips and sashays closer to the bed.
"My dear boy... what do I want? To check on you, of course. You are my godson, after all. You're my responsibility."
Harry swallows thickly, staring at her with distrusting eyes... ah, but as she looks closer, she can also see the interest. He is, at the end of the day, a teenage boy. The poor young man had a girl, if she recalled correctly, but that relationship is gone and dead now. And no matter how besotted he was over that young woman, it's not vanity to know for a fact that she could never match up to Lea's beauty.
Curling her bloodred lips into a wicked little grin, Lea watches as Harry's eyes continually dart downwards to her bust, drawn to her expansive cleavage time and time again. He loved her body... most mortal men did. He was weak to this sort of advance... most mortal men were.
"You defeated DuMorne, Harry. Well done, very well done. Now, let your godmother make it all better~"
The seductive, sultry lilt her voice takes on for that last sentence leaves nothing to the imagination. But just in case, Lea makes a show of running her fingers along the top of her dress, not quite doing anything indecent, but obviously drawing his eye to her bust, to her body. She is physical perfection and they both know it.
Crawling up onto the bed, the Sidhe doesn't fail to notice how Harry stiffens and tenses up. As well he should be trepidatious. She may look like a beautiful woman, but she is in truth a predator of a higher order than he could ever hope to take on. Justin DuMorne was a small fry dabbling in magics beyond his control compared to her, one of the High Sidhe in Queen Mab's Court.
Right now though, she's an impossibly beautiful female, slowly crawling up to the point between poor young Harry's legs. The long-legged wizard can only watch her, his staff laid out too far out of reach for him to grab. Likewise, his body is just too tired, spent from fighting and defeating his evil master. He's not ready for another fight... but as she crawls, she sees the bulge he's sporting in his pants and can tell he's at least ready for something else of a physical nature.
"Ah... well, at least some part of you is happy to see me, Harry~"
She reaches for his belt, only for Harry to grunt out a short 'Don't' at her. But the High Sidhe just regards him with a raised eyebrow and an amused quirk of her perfectly pouty lips as she works open his belt anyways in direct defiance of his wishes.
"Come now, love. You're in no position to give orders. Who's in debt to who here, hm? Darling godson... just lie back and enjoy this... gift."
Her eyes twinkle at the distrust but also the defeat she sees in the young wizard's eyes. He knows he can't stop her, so he's resigning himself to being her plaything. That's a good boy. And good boys get rewarded~
Decanting Harry's cock proves to be quite the struggle, and only after she's finished does Lea find out why. The High Sidhe can't help the ever so slight widening of her eyes and dilation of her pupils as she finishes drawing out Harry's erection from the confines of his pants... only to realize that he's barely half hard if that. His cock, still growing, still thickening, still straightening, is much larger than she expected.
Her godson is quite well-endowed for his age, and it's immediately obvious that his cock is proportionate to his impressive height, truth be told. His long legged stature certainly isn't compensating for a deficiency down there, so to speak.
But it's more than that. As she holds Harry's cock in her hand, having just intended to tease him a little bit before properly claiming him as her own, Lea finds herself... staring at his dick. Really, the size alone wouldn't have been enough to impress her. She'd seen bigger. Maybe not on humans, or even her fellow High Sidhe, but she'd definitely seen bigger phalluses on other examples of masculine life. From her hellhounds to cave trolls to... a multitude of other large Winter Court creatures.
So what if Harry was well endowed? Lea was not one to be driven by her sexual interests above her other interests... at least, not usually. And yet... and yet, staring down at her godson's thick, magnificent cock, getting closer and closer to fully erect now that it's no longer trapped in his trousers, Lea is drawn to it. The gorgeous, immortal, incredibly long-lived High Sidhe is very, very drawn to it.
After a moment, she realizes she's subconsciously been licking her lips. Harry is watching her in silence, looking rather confused and also curious. And Lea... Lea realizes she HAS to have him in her mouth. At the very least, she has to have a taste of him before she moves on. Just... just one little kiss couldn't hurt, right?
Leaning forward, the picture of feminine perfection places her full red lips against her godson's crown, pressing them into his bell end, giving his bulbous cockhead the smallest of kisses. The moment she does so however, it's as if an explosion of sensations hits her all at once. Her tastebuds are screaming for more, and Lea finds that she simply can't deny them.
With the most wanton, throaty, lust-filled moan that she's let out in years, Lea leans forward and promptly swallows Harry's cockhead in her mouth, sucking down the first couple inches of his magnificent member and swirling her tongue around it a bit before deciding she just HAD to go deeper, HAD to go further.
One of the most powerful Sidhe in the Winter Court, lewdly and wantonly using every single oral technique she'd picked up over the centuries to slobber and slurp at the big fat cock of a sixteen year old wizard. Needless to say, if her enemies could see her and the way she was debasing herself right now, they would laugh themselves silly. If her allies could see her in her current state, they would hold it over her for a millennium.
Still, she does not stop. She goes further, until his cock is pushing down her throat and the High Sidhe is actually gagging and choking herself on his member.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
The ramifications of allowing him to cum inside of her, especially when whatever mysterious power her godson has (beyond being a Starborn of all things, even!) do rush through Lea's mind. She thinks on them long and hard... but finds her legs tightening around his waist all the harder anyways. With no verbal response, but a physical one that cannot be misconstrued, Harry grunts and thrusts forward once, twice, thrice more before finishing inside of her.
His magic-laden seed fills her womb and Lea's eyes roll back in her head as she cums as well. In the meantime, the connection that his first load across her face and tits had created, becomes distinctly solid to her magical senses. Whatever this is... it's fixed now. As he fills her insides with his seed and slowly pulls out, leaving her still wanting more, Lea rests a hand on her abdomen.
Would he get her pregnant, perhaps? Could he? Even as this thought plays across her mind, her godson reaches the end of his rope. After everything he'd been through, it really was no wonder. With one last groan, Harry Dresden collapses backwards onto the bed again and passes out, the young wizard simply unable to keep his eyes open a second longer.
Climbing off the bed, feeling tender and deliciously sore in places she hasn't in quite some time, Lea licks her lips as she gazes down at her beloved godson. Mm, she wouldn't turn him into a hellhound just yet. He was too intriguing, too exciting... too... Lea's eyes trail down to his cock, limp between his legs. His warm, pulsing seed, filled with magical energy, feels amazing inside of her womb as she wiggles in place.
... One more meal for the road won't hurt, right? Prowling forward with feline grace, the gorgeous Winter Court Sidhe creeps right back onto the bed and though her godson isn't actually awake or aware to enjoy it, she slips his cock right back into her mouth, desperate for just one more load.
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Waking up is the worst. But at least he wakes up alone. He's not... hazy about what happened before he slept. The moment Harry is awake, he sits up on the hotel room bed and looks around. But there's no sight of his incredibly gorgeous, incredibly dangerous femme fatale of a godmother, thankfully. Honestly, he's grateful to have woken up in the same place as he fell asleep.
After what he promised her for her help against DuMorne, he knows he owes her a lot. Hopefully, his direct refusal to accept her 'gift' before they'd... done it yesterday would be enough to keep his debt from growing any larger.
"Oh, you're finally awake! Hot damn, I was NOT expecting that, my boy!"
Blinking dumbly, Harry's head whips towards the sound of the voice, only to find it coming out of the skull he'd taken from Justin's home right before departing.
"You can DEFINITELY be my new master! What do you say? Laying the fucking Leanansidhe and living? You've got balls, kid, big huge fucking balls!"
Harry flushes at that, even as he slowly creeps off the bed. He's really not sure how to respond, so he lets the skull continue jabbering on.
"You can call me Bob, by the by. And... I'm here to help! Anything you need, I've got so much damn knowledge that you won't even need to crack a book most of the time! Just ask me, and I can help ya out!"
Bob... right... stars, this was his life now, wasn't it?
"In fact, let me help you out right now. That thing that just happened with the Leanansidhe... I dunno why it happened, but you don't say a word about it to anyone, alright? You definitely don't want to brag about that lay, as glorious as it was!"
Harry nods slowly, accepting the warning for what it was. Staring down at his hands, remembering the feel of her body beneath his as he'd grabbed her, as he'd fucked her, the young wizard lets out a shuddering breath.
"... She's my godmother..."
Bob the Skull is silent for a moment, before letting out a slightly hysterical giggle.
"Yeah, no. That... I mean, that might explain some of the stuff at the beginning, but the rest of it? There's something weird about you. Something special that made the Leanansidhe act that way. I could tell just from watching, she wasn't sure what the hell she was doing... she was mostly just along for the ride. And, rather than taking actual advantage of you once you passed out, all she did was suck down another load of your jizz and leave!"
Harry jolts at learning that he was taken advantage of while he slept, but honestly, there's no reason to be angry about that, he supposes. Letting out a sigh, he reaches out and palms the skull, getting up from the bed to face the world. A world in which he was now alone. No Justin, but no Elaine either. Just... Harry. And Bob, he guessed.
"Fuck... if this is the last time I ever have to deal with the faerie, I'll be happy."
There's a half-laugh, half-scoff from the skull as he tucks it into his bag and begins to zip it up.
"I wouldn't count on it, boss..."
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Years later, as his phone rings, Harry Dresden, Wizard PI, makes every effort to get up and answer it, really he does. The fully grown wizard tries to lift himself off the bed, an excuse on his tongue, only for his own personal faerie godmother to press him back down and fill his mouth with her own tongue, kissing him heatedly, needily, and without reservation or remorse as she bounces up and down on his cock, eagerly and enthusiastically riding him to completion.
He could try and force the issue, but only if he wanted this quickie to turn into a full-blown, day-long bout of marathon sex where he fucked Lea into the bed until his slutty whore of a faerie godmother once again admitted his superiority and sung his praises to the high heavens as he fucked her silly. In the end, it just really wasn't worth it, not for one simple phone call. He already ended up having to pound the vision of perfection currently atop him in that way once a month at least anyways.
As yet another phone call goes to voice mail, Harry morosely thinks, not for the first time, that Bob's prediction all those years ago was exactly right.
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