Credence stood, balancing on the line between compliance and disobedience.
"Does he have a child?" he asked, partly to give himself more time and partly out of actual curiosity. He was sickened by the thought of this happening to an infant's father, yet he nevertheless felt a pull in his insides at the thought of Graves's stomach rounded by a baby.
Grindelwald scoffed and shook his head. "Of course not. This is the work of a potion. Now stop your stalling and come. You won't get dinner until you've sucked him dry."
Although Grindelwald's words were only lightly scolding, Credence nevertheless felt the thrum of a threat underneath them. Reluctantly he stepped closer to the bed, doing his best to imitate Grindelwald's movements without too much thought. He began sinking into the same distant, closed off place he had always gone to during Mary Lou's sermons. This was like handing out those vile leaflets, he told himself. Unenjoyable, but tolerable for the sake of avoiding something worse.
He knelt on the bed and pressed a trembling hand to Graves's chest. It wasn't quite like he imagined a woman's breast would feel; although there was certainly a swollen sort of softness to it, he could still feel the muscle underneath the skin.
"That's it. Just massage a little bit. Good, now give the nipple a pinch or a tweak. Get it nice and hard," Grindelwald instructed.
He had moved to stand next to the bed, looming over Credence close enough that Credence could feel the heat of his body. He fought down the instinctive urge to lash out and run and instead did as he was told, teasing Graves's chest with shaking fingers. Anxiety turned in his gut as he watched Graves's nipple harden to a peak. It looked painful, all flushed and cracked, but Credence couldn't permit himself to dwell on it. He had a task at hand, and pitying Graves wouldn't make it any easier.
"Go on, then. Suck it."
Grindelwald's fingers curled into Credence's hair and pushed him closer. Biting down a fearful whimper, Credence let his face be pressed against Graves's chest, breathing in his heady scent for a moment before slowly, reluctantly wrapping his lips around the hardened nub.
He nearly recoiled when the sweet, warm taste flooded his mouth at the first firm suck, but Grindelwald's hand kept him held in place. Fighting back a gag, he swallowed then began suckling more steadily. He closed his eyes to try and block out what he was doing, yet somehow that only made it worse.
With his eyes closed, he was surrounded by the scent of Graves's skin.
With his eyes closed, he heard every soft whimper that the tug of his lips dragged out of Graves.
With his eyes closed, he keenly felt the warmth of Graves's bared skin bleeding through his clothes, and he couldn't help but list into it. Pressed together this close, it was almost as if Credence were being held in Graves's lap, being shown tender affection like he'd never known. He couldn't help but burrow closer, giving a soft gasp around Graves's nipple as he sought more contact. He shuddered, ashamed when he felt the growing weight of his cock digging down into Graves's thigh but completely unable to stop himself from pushing closer still, latching on and sucking more of those delicious noises from Graves's body.
"There you go, my boy. Take what you need," Grindelwald murmured, and Credence honestly didn't know if he meant the milk or the short, needy rolls of his hips against Graves's thigh.
"You're both so lovely like this. Perhaps once you're strong enough I'll put him in heat. Let you breed him full of your pups. Would you like that, Credence?"
The fingers curled in his hair, but the only response Credence could manage was a quiet whimper. His lips were still latched around Graves's abused nipple, though he couldn't help the desperate, needy pants he let out between hard sucks.
"Yes, I think you would like that very much," Grindelwald chuckled. "And how strong your pups would be. Imagine-- the offspring of an obscurial and a pureblood omega."
Distantly, Credence knew he should be more concerned about Grindelwald's mutterings. He had known the man long enough to know that such a tone couldn't bode well. Yet he found himself unable to tear his mind away from the body pressed against his, the sweet spring of milk filling his mouth over and over again until what came out was barely more than a dribble and Graves was groaning in pain under the hard suckling of Credence's lips.
"That's all there is for now, I think. Don't worry, he'll be fully replenished soon and you can feed again," Grindelwald said.
Pulling away, Credence immediately felt a jolt of shame. Graves's head was slumped back against the headboard, confusion and pain pinching the corners of his eyes. The side of his chest that Credence had just mauled, for lack of a better word, was red and slick with Credence's spit. He looked wrecked, and Credence had to look away to keep himself from sobbing out an embarrassing, useless apology. Graves likely wouldn't understand it, and it would only anger Grindelwald.
Yet the worst, Credence thought as he stood on shaking legs, the worst was the heavy, full weight of his cock in his trousers. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and wished, for the first time in his life, that Mary Lou was there to belt him for his sins.
[Fill Pt. 4] Nectar
"Does he have a child?" he asked, partly to give himself more time and partly out of actual curiosity. He was sickened by the thought of this happening to an infant's father, yet he nevertheless felt a pull in his insides at the thought of Graves's stomach rounded by a baby.
Grindelwald scoffed and shook his head. "Of course not. This is the work of a potion. Now stop your stalling and come. You won't get dinner until you've sucked him dry."
Although Grindelwald's words were only lightly scolding, Credence nevertheless felt the thrum of a threat underneath them. Reluctantly he stepped closer to the bed, doing his best to imitate Grindelwald's movements without too much thought. He began sinking into the same distant, closed off place he had always gone to during Mary Lou's sermons. This was like handing out those vile leaflets, he told himself. Unenjoyable, but tolerable for the sake of avoiding something worse.
He knelt on the bed and pressed a trembling hand to Graves's chest. It wasn't quite like he imagined a woman's breast would feel; although there was certainly a swollen sort of softness to it, he could still feel the muscle underneath the skin.
"That's it. Just massage a little bit. Good, now give the nipple a pinch or a tweak. Get it nice and hard," Grindelwald instructed.
He had moved to stand next to the bed, looming over Credence close enough that Credence could feel the heat of his body. He fought down the instinctive urge to lash out and run and instead did as he was told, teasing Graves's chest with shaking fingers. Anxiety turned in his gut as he watched Graves's nipple harden to a peak. It looked painful, all flushed and cracked, but Credence couldn't permit himself to dwell on it. He had a task at hand, and pitying Graves wouldn't make it any easier.
"Go on, then. Suck it."
Grindelwald's fingers curled into Credence's hair and pushed him closer. Biting down a fearful whimper, Credence let his face be pressed against Graves's chest, breathing in his heady scent for a moment before slowly, reluctantly wrapping his lips around the hardened nub.
He nearly recoiled when the sweet, warm taste flooded his mouth at the first firm suck, but Grindelwald's hand kept him held in place. Fighting back a gag, he swallowed then began suckling more steadily. He closed his eyes to try and block out what he was doing, yet somehow that only made it worse.
With his eyes closed, he was surrounded by the scent of Graves's skin.
With his eyes closed, he heard every soft whimper that the tug of his lips dragged out of Graves.
With his eyes closed, he keenly felt the warmth of Graves's bared skin bleeding through his clothes, and he couldn't help but list into it. Pressed together this close, it was almost as if Credence were being held in Graves's lap, being shown tender affection like he'd never known. He couldn't help but burrow closer, giving a soft gasp around Graves's nipple as he sought more contact. He shuddered, ashamed when he felt the growing weight of his cock digging down into Graves's thigh but completely unable to stop himself from pushing closer still, latching on and sucking more of those delicious noises from Graves's body.
"There you go, my boy. Take what you need," Grindelwald murmured, and Credence honestly didn't know if he meant the milk or the short, needy rolls of his hips against Graves's thigh.
"You're both so lovely like this. Perhaps once you're strong enough I'll put him in heat. Let you breed him full of your pups. Would you like that, Credence?"
The fingers curled in his hair, but the only response Credence could manage was a quiet whimper. His lips were still latched around Graves's abused nipple, though he couldn't help the desperate, needy pants he let out between hard sucks.
"Yes, I think you would like that very much," Grindelwald chuckled. "And how strong your pups would be. Imagine-- the offspring of an obscurial and a pureblood omega."
Distantly, Credence knew he should be more concerned about Grindelwald's mutterings. He had known the man long enough to know that such a tone couldn't bode well. Yet he found himself unable to tear his mind away from the body pressed against his, the sweet spring of milk filling his mouth over and over again until what came out was barely more than a dribble and Graves was groaning in pain under the hard suckling of Credence's lips.
"That's all there is for now, I think. Don't worry, he'll be fully replenished soon and you can feed again," Grindelwald said.
Pulling away, Credence immediately felt a jolt of shame. Graves's head was slumped back against the headboard, confusion and pain pinching the corners of his eyes. The side of his chest that Credence had just mauled, for lack of a better word, was red and slick with Credence's spit. He looked wrecked, and Credence had to look away to keep himself from sobbing out an embarrassing, useless apology. Graves likely wouldn't understand it, and it would only anger Grindelwald.
Yet the worst, Credence thought as he stood on shaking legs, the worst was the heavy, full weight of his cock in his trousers. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and wished, for the first time in his life, that Mary Lou was there to belt him for his sins.