Burning the Ground by traintracks
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Title: Burning the Ground
Author:
traintracks
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 10,300 Approx.
Summary: "Strap him down," someone said, and Harry felt the rage thicken inside him -- the viscous fear. // Magical bindings pulled taut around his wrists . . . He felt a wand touch his arm and then a sharp bite as something punctured the skin, and a sweet, cool tonic rushed his veins. // His breathing slowed. His eyelids drooped. The ceiling went grey and dark. And then he heard a woman's voice sigh, "Someone, get Healer Malfoy."
Warning(s): dub-con, knotting, rough sex
This story is insanely hot and intense.
Harry was injured by a werewolf, and Draco is the expert to treat him, but Harry's reaction to Draco is like nothing he was expecting, and probably everything you and I were dreaming of.
And from then on it only gets better. Jesus. Rough, dirty and scorching hot.
Author:
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Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 10,300 Approx.
Summary: "Strap him down," someone said, and Harry felt the rage thicken inside him -- the viscous fear. // Magical bindings pulled taut around his wrists . . . He felt a wand touch his arm and then a sharp bite as something punctured the skin, and a sweet, cool tonic rushed his veins. // His breathing slowed. His eyelids drooped. The ceiling went grey and dark. And then he heard a woman's voice sigh, "Someone, get Healer Malfoy."
Warning(s): dub-con, knotting, rough sex
This story is insanely hot and intense.
Harry was injured by a werewolf, and Draco is the expert to treat him, but Harry's reaction to Draco is like nothing he was expecting, and probably everything you and I were dreaming of.
But this new part of him, this half-rabid animal, wanted nothing more than freedom. Freedom was like a sixth sense, a wordless longing that beat at every pulse point and gnawed at his soul.
Freedom tasted like Malfoy's scent, like bittersweet, unattainable perfection.
Harry wanted the wind and the moonlight on his face.
He wanted rare meat, the juices running down his chin.
And he wanted to push his cock so far up Draco Malfoy's arse he'd feel him for days after Harry was done with him.
And from then on it only gets better. Jesus. Rough, dirty and scorching hot.