Blaise had expected a lot of responses from Haylan when the Spanish delegation decided to be idiots. However, Blaise did not expect Haylan to quite literally re-animate a small army of skeletons from right under their feet.
They weren't inferi.
They weren't mummies.
They were very literally walking stacks of bones that found fire, water, and curses to be mere nuisances and not an actual deterrent. The Spanish delegation recoiled in horror as the skeletons began to clatter their way towards them. The advisors scrambled to their feet, some of them drawing their wands, but it was clear that they were vastly outnumbered. Blaise watched from the sidelines, his expression one of mild amusement as he watched the chaos unfold. Haylan, on the other hand, looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
"You see?" Haylan called out over the din. "This is what happens when you cross me. Do you really want to risk the safety of your entire country for the sake of your pride?"
King Fernando looked like he was about to pass out from the sheer terror of it all. "No, no, please," he stuttered. "We'll do whatever you want!"
Haylan's expression softened somewhat, and the ground stopped shaking. The skeletons, sensing that their job was done, began to collapse back into the earth. "Good," Haylan said, his voice returning to its previous neutrality. "I'm glad you see reason."
The rest of the meeting passed without incident. King Fernando agreed to swear fealty to the Caliban name and to pay reparations to Haylan for his wife's actions. Haylan, for his part, promised not to sink Spain into the sea.
Blaise couldn't wait to get Haylan home so he could fuck his unnaturally attractive and powerful husband into the closest mattress they could find. Haylan was a damn tease and he knew it. Blaise might have still been recovering from his time with Queen Joanna, but he wasn't going to let that keep him from having sex with Haylan.
As they left the tent, happily ignoring the horrified faces they were leaving behind, Blaise couldn't help but run his hands up and down Haylan's lean but powerful arms. "You're so powerful," he murmured, nuzzling his nose into Haylan's neck. "I love it when you show off like that."
Haylan chuckled, the sound vibrating through Blaise's body. "You're the only one I show off for, love," he said, his fingers trailing over Blaise's cheek. "Let's go back to the palace. I want to show you just how much I love you."
Blaise grinned, feeling the blood rush to his cock. "Lead the way, Emperor," he said, bowing playfully.
Haylan rolled his eyes, but there was a smile on his lips as he took Blaise's hand and Apparated them both back to their bedroom. As soon as they landed, Blaise was on him, pressing him up against the wall and kissing him hard. Haylan moaned into his mouth, his hands gripping Blaise's hips tightly. Sirius and Narcissa would wait for an update from Haylan, Blaise had to have his husband now.
They stumbled towards the bed, quickly shedding their clothes as they went. Blaise couldn't get enough of Haylan's body, running his hands over every inch of muscle and skin. Haylan was equally enthusiastic, pulling Blaise closer and closer exploring the new scars now on Blaise's skin.
"War wounds," Blaise mumbled teasingly against Haylan's lips causing Haylan to smirk at his husband.
"Very sexy my love." Haylan returned in an amused tone before kissing him again and again.
Next thing Haylan knew he was being pressed down against the mattress and Blaise's lips were wrapped around his cock causing Haylan to moan loudly, clutching at the sheets as he watched his husband swallow his length with barely any effort.
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House of Caliban
FanfictionHow does a summons to Gringotts flip Harry Potter's already messed up life upside down? What is this about being a Lord of an ancient and extinct House of Caliban? Why is the House of Black cursed? Why does Harry have to find his answers with his wo...