|The Nymph and the Warrior
Author: Scifinerd92 PM
The Greek King Lucius is fatally ill and has gotten word of the untameable wood nymph that lies in the heart of the forest. Rumour has it that this nymph carries great beauty and immortality and, once mated with someone, will turn them immortal too. HP/LMRated: Fiction M - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Harry P. & Lucius M. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,860 - Reviews: 72 - Favs: 190 - Follows: 282 - Updated: 10-15-09 - Published: 09-25-09 - id: 5400365
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I'm so sorry for not updating in yonks!! I have seriously had no inspiration whatsoever. That's why this chapters doesn't have much...action in...
However if you have a suggestion or request on how you'd want Harry-the-nymphs first time to be then I would be more than willing to listen ^_^
But thank you to everyone who sticks by my stories! I WUV WOO ALL!
As the prisoners continued to be brought to Lucius, Harry begged for every last one of them to be saved.
Lucius took advantage of this, making his nymph promise various things knowing that this brave and proud little creature wouldn't go against his word when the time came for it.
He also ignored Barnabus' coughs and indications; he felt it was all going rather well.
Finally the last prisoner was saved with a promise from Harry to share Lucius' bed five times a week.
"Now then," Lucius said as his guards took the prisoner out. "I believe we have business to attend to."
Harry couldn't keep his hands from shaking. When he lived with his family, they had told him, along with his sisters, that when you mate with someone, voluntarily or involuntarily, the nymph in you becomes stronger and, at the moment you're touched intimately, you want to give them your immortality. That way you can live together forever.
But Harry didn't want his life to be like that; he wanted to choose who he lived with. Shouting that at his father had caused him to be banished and marked, indicating he should never return. As Lucius led him up the carpeted stairs, he touched his scar unconsciously.
"You will get to see my room today, Harry, that'll be interes–"
"Sire!" called a voice.
Lucius turned round angrily to see Barnabus at the foot of the stairs.
"Barnabus, what do you want?"
"A word, sir, if you please," he said bowing.
Lucius glowered at the man and turned back to Harry.
"Don't try and run or I'll set my dogs on you; they have a very keen sense of smell," he said, and made his way down to his old friend.
"You're going to have to live the rest of your life with that boy," Barnabus whispered once Lucius had reached him. "Make it so he wants it too, or your immortal life could be very different to how you picture it now."
"I've already promised him his own room and I've been fairly nice to him so far," Lucius reasoned.
"Yes, but he will only be able to visit that room twice a week, the other five days he has promised to spend with you," Barnabus said.
"Then what would you propose I do?" Lucius shouted, not caring if Harry heard. However, he immediately regretted raising his voice as he fell into a coughing fit.
"Do as you wish, I merely sought to help you, my Lord. All I would say is that you make his... first time enjoyable."
"When I want your advice I shall ask for it," Lucius rasped after his splutterings.
Barnabus bowed and backed off.
"I'm sorry," he said humbly.
Lucius said nothing as he climbed the stairs to where Harry was – surprisingly – still waiting.
He approached the nervous looking boy whose eyes were downcast and was fiddling with his fingers.
"Ah, you waited; that makes me happy," Lucius said holding out his hand for Harry to take. "Take my hand, Harry."
Harry kept his face down, hiding under his dark bangs. He was about to give up his life, his freewill, to this cold-hearted man.
Suddenly a huge hand was crushing his. Lucius pulled him along towards a door at the end of the hallway; Harry felt like he was being led to his death.
"As you know, you will be sharing my room with me five times a we–" But Lucius couldn't finish his sentence due to another coughing fit. He let go of Harry's hand to cover his mouth and to prevent the blood getting out.
When he had finished he found Harry staring at him with wide eyes.
"Yes, it's bad," Lucius said dabbing at his mouth with a tissue. "But this is what you're going to cure me of."
Harry looked at the bloodstained tissue and inwardly cringed at the grotesque blood.
He supposed it was good that this man had a reason for immortality; he wasn't just greedy like Johan.
After putting his tissue away, Lucius took Harry's hand again and led him down the hallway to his room. He pushed open the door and tugged slightly harder as he felt Harry lag behind slightly. He pulled Harry into the room and shut the door behind them. Turning to look at Harry he noticed the boy was quivering slightly. He placed his hands on the narrow shoulders hoping it would feel comforting.
As soon as Harry saw the bed his eyes welled up with fear-filled tears and they streamed down his face. There was nothing he could do; he was supposed to give this man immortality and there was nowhere to run.
Lucius turned the nymph round and was not surprised to see he was weeping quietly.
"Why are you crying?" Lucius asked using his thumb to wipe away the salty liquid staining Harry's soft cheeks.
"I'm sorry," Harry said softly and wiped the betraying tears away viciously with a grubby hand. He had accepted there was no point in being spirited or proud, not now when there was nothing he could do so he just waited for Lucius to make the first move.
However, the man just stood there staring at him. Lucius needed this immortality and he thought it would be easy to obtain, but seeing this enchanting little creature sobbing because of him made him feel... well it made him feel something. It was only now that he realised he hadn't felt in years.
"I'm sorry, too," Lucius whispered. "But I need you more than you could appreciate."
What about everyone else who's dying? Harry felt like saying. Do they get to capture a nymph and mate with them? No, it's just you because your King.
Lucius opened his arms wide.
"May I?" he asked, and not waiting for an answer he wrapped his arms round Harry and held him close.
Harry felt like he should try and get out of the embrace but he found it felt good... he hadn't been held in years.
"Shush, now," Lucius whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you; I want us both to be happy."
Harry, although petrified of the man in front of him, couldn't help but lean in to Lucius' hold. It was like the man made him scared and angry, yet he was the only one there to comfort Harry.
It's always going to be him, Harry thought as he buried his face in the king's shirt.
Suddenly Harry was peeled away from the muscular chest and he felt a sense of loss.
"I'm going to kiss you now," Lucius said bluntly, holding Harry's shoulders.
Harry felt the need to lower his head but he kept it high, trying to hide his fear.
The kiss is the first stage, Harry thought miserably. Then I won't be able to resist.
I haven't got a clue when my next update will be, it depends if I get any ideas for the next stage ;)