The road was dark, quiet, not that the muggles would see it anyway. It’s skin shifted in color, camouflaged against the pavement and grass as it crawled along effortlessly. Creatures like this didn’t usually wander outside of the Wizarding World but this one picked up a particular scent that brought it to Surrey, to Pivot Drive specifically. It didn’t really know where it was going, just following the scent of a powerful magic user.
Magical creatures like this one were very peculiar. They are unregistered by the ministry because most wizards aren’t aware they even exist. Those who do felt it best they kept it secret. Not everyone would be okay discovering these creatures need to feed on a witch or wizards magic, almost like a parasite. But unlike a parasite it only needs small doses and doesn’t need to hurt it’s victims. More importantly it’s method of feeding is both unique and unusual, but only when they reach a certain age.
Which is why this one has latched onto this scent now. The wizard it belongs too has reached the right age and now it was drawn to the potent source of magic, driven by instinctual hunger. It found the driveway belonging to the house, it’s unseen eye peering up as the bedroom window was illuminated by a light that flickered on and off. It sensed the magic behind it, the light becoming brighter as the young wizard practiced his spell over and over until the window was bathed in the brightest light he could summon.
The creature purred int anticipation, creeping up the wall using tendrils extending from its fluid body to pull itself up towards the window. It found the window open and carefully pulled itself into the bedroom. Harry didn’t see it enter because he was hiding under the covers, pretending to be asleep so his uncle Vernon didn’t catch him practicing magic. The creature stayed out of sight from the obese muggle, waiting for him to step back out and close the door before slipping through the window into the room, slithering across the room in the darkness. Hedwig squawked when it caught sight of the fluid creature, his beady eyes spotting the fluid mass crawling towards the bed. Harry sat up and shushed him, not wanting his owl to draw his uncle back. He sat up and pulled the bed covers over his head, returning to the advanced spells book he was reading. He knew he should probably get some sleep, but he figured he could stay awake for a little longer.
He poked his head up when he heard Hedwig squawk again. He tensed in preparation to dive back to the bed if Vernon came back, but this time he too heard something else in his room. “Lumos” he whispered, summoning a ball of light at the tip of his wand to scan the room. He didn’t see anything at first. Then he heard something under his bed. He put his book to the side and crept to the edge, looking down to the floor. His light passed over the foot of his bed where he found something lurking. He gasped in surprise, but he didn’t jump or scream. He was getting used to finding odd things since he discovered he was a wizard. He peered curiously down at the small mass of slime sitting at the foot of his bed, the light from his wand making the skin shimmer and turn white.
Then it moved, the mass shifting its shape startling him. It stretched and grew, as if peering up at him. He blinked as it shifted closer to his bed, the boy backing away cautiously as it grew an extension from its body to hover in front of it. It looked like an arm, the tip bending forward to look at it. He tilted his head curiously, whispering “hello?” It didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure what it was. Was it an animal. Sentient goo? He knew some books could come alive and some plants can walk around, but he’d never seen sentient slime before. What’s it doing here? He wondered.
The creature gazed at the young Harry Potter silently. It smelt the magic coming from the boy who lived, strong and powerful. Pure blooded wizards are often strong, but not always. Harry was powerful though, it could smell it. It made him an appetizing target. So it did what was in its nature and placated the boy. It’s skin excreted a pheromone which drifted towards the boy, seeping into his skin through his pores. It was odorless, tasteless, and before Harry knew it he was breathing in these pheromones which would swiftly take effect. The creature patiently waited and watched as the boy blinked in confusion, perspiration forming on his brow and he began to breathe a little more heavily.
Harry wasn’t prepared for the biochemical changes his body went through. However, he was familiar with the feelings he was experiencing. He was a teenager, he was learning the changes in his body and the hormones he was developing. Arousal was a new development and he had started masturbating. He wasn’t expecting to be feeling horny at this moment though, unaware he was being dosed with pheromones by the strange creature that had entered his room. He fell back onto the mattress feeling weird, hand palming his groin where he felt an uncomfortable ache form. He shook his head trying to shake the feeling, even as it spread to his gut and made his skin warm to the touch. Hedwig squawked from across the room, drawing his gaze back up to see the creature had drifted closer, more tendrils growing from its mass to climb onto his bed cautiously. He stared at it warily, wondering what it wanted or why it was here. It didn’t make any sharp movements, the extension reaching closer to his face. It reached up and brushed the hair hiding his scar, it’s soft touch brushing his skin feeling nice to the boy. He exhaled softly, lowering his guard as the tendrils reached out to embrace the young man.
It happened so delicately Harry didn’t question it. It started with a caress over his cheek, the arm stroking his face waiting for his eyes to drift closed. Then the tentacles drifted over his bare arms, stroking his skin gently. One of them curled around his wand and lowered it, the light at the tip dimming until it wasn’t as bright. He didn’t let go, but he didn’t fight to raise it either. Two more tentacles slithered up and around his ankles, another pair slithering over his lap to hook around his hips. The next thing he knew his legs were being dragged forward and he was falling gently back into the mattress with a moan. The ache in his groin had grown into an erection inside his pajama bottoms, straining to hold the blood rushing into his penis. The tentacles at his ankles invaded his clothes, coiling up his legs to seek out that erection. He gasped when those warm feelers touched it, whimpering as his cock throbbed with need. He’d never felt so aroused until now. It was hard to concentrate. The tentacles aorund his hips hooked into the waistband, pulling his bottoms down his legs to reveal the stiff rod springing into the dim light. He looked down in amazement as a smooth white tentacle coiled around the shaft and gently massaged it. It felt so welcome Harry’s eyes practically rolled into his skull as he slumped down onto the bed.
The creature was glad to see the boy who lived was receptive to its pheromones. It crept closer to his lap, it’s tentacles wrapping around his body to pleasure him and lightly restrain him. It didn’t restrict his movements as he writhed on the bed, his hips quivering as it stroked his cock and fondled his balls. More slithered under his top to caress his chest, another sliding up his spine to loop around his neck. He let out a growl of arousal as it stroked his chin. It crawled closer, it’s gaze falling onto the throbbing cock pulsing with desire. It leaned forward, a round orb stretching from the mass operating like a head. It created an opening wide into to wrap around his tip and began sucking. Harry moaned jerking his hips up, involuntarily shoving more of himself into the creatures mouth where it sucked him in hungrily. He sat up and watched this thing suck his cock, it’s mouth sliding further and further down his shaft until it was deep-throating him. More feelers made openings and sucked on his balls too, driving the young man wild.
Of all the wild things Harry Potter had seen, getting a blowjob from a magical creature was something he never could’ve imagined. In fact, getting a blowjob full stop was beyond his imagination. He had started masturbating, but he hadn’t entertained having sex with another person yet. This thing had claimed his virginity, and it felt incredible. He bit his lip and pressed his palm against its soft round head, guiding it along in bobbing up and down on his cock. He closed his eyes and decided to imagine his first blowjob was by a girl, so it didn’t feel as weird. Only one witch sprung to mind at that moment. He hoped Hermione wouldn’t mind he used her as his fantasy. “Keep going” he mumbled, thrusting his dick into this mouth picturing her face staring back at him. The creature hummed around his dick happily, it’s mouth creating a suction that made it even better.
It didn’t take the young man long to experience his first real orgasm. He grunted heavily as he ejaculated into the creature’s mouth, pumping it full of his cum. It rippled in contentment as it milked his cock, it’s tentacles gently squeezing him like it wanted to draw all his sperm from his body. What he didn’t realize was it was also milking him for his magic, his orgasm generating an aura of energy which this creature siphoned out of him at the same instance it drank his climax. All Harry felt was a tingle drift over his body to be replaced with a buzz he would come to associate with satisfaction. A sexual afterglow. It felt great, but it left him exhausted. He slumped onto the bed panting, his balls feeling deflated after unloading their contents.
The creature finished its meal, taking its fill of his magic and sperm, releasing his placid penis from its mouth giving it a parting kiss. It had one last task, the tentacle around Harry’s neck rising up over his jaw to slip between his parted lips. Harry was too exhausted to object to it entering his mouth where it deposited its own fluid onto his tongue. It left a moment later, watching him reflexly swallow it down his throat. This substance could’ve been injected anywhere, even pasted onto his skin, but it’s effects were most effective when ingested. It’s tentacles released his body, slithering back into its mass as the young man lifted his head to stare down at the silent creature once again.
Before he could decide whether to thank it or not, he heard footsteps outside his room. “Shit. Nox!” He whispered, snapping the wand’s light off plunging the room into darkness before pulling the bed covers over himself and the creature. Vernon came in seconds later, scanning the room convinced he heard something. Harry pretended to be asleep and his uncle didn’t see anything, so the man grumbled to himself and left the room once more, closing the door behind him.
Harry waited a few moments before sitting up in his bed checking the door. When he was sure the coast was clear he pulled the covers away to check on the creature, only to find he was alone in the bed. He was about to look around the room until his head suddenly swam, feeling a little disorientated and tired. What was I looking for? He wondered, rubbing his eyes and scanning the empty room. Hedwig squawked across the room but he didn’t see anything else. He found the book he was studying and closed it. He found his pants were down and pulled them back on. He scanned the room confused before shaking his head. I should get some sleep he thought, settling in for the night and completely forgetting what he was looking for.
The creature waited under his bed until he was asleep before creeping out and crawling back out of the window and into the night. It had feasted on the wizard’s magic, which would date it for a few weeks, and the obliviate properties in its cum would allow the boy to forget all about its visit by morning. Maybe someday in the future it’ll seek him out again for another feed, but until them it was content to return to its den and go about its life leaving him blissfully unaware.
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