Faerie Catnip (Dresden Files)

A/N: Faerie Catnip was a commissioned one shot originally written back in October of 2020. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Themes: Slutty, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly

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The Leanansidhe was a faerie of the Winter Court, though amusingly enough, she loved dressing in… warm, colors. As she appears inside of the hotel room, she's wearing a striking scarlet red dress that matches up well with the reddish curls that go all the way down past her hips. Said hips, much like the rest of her, are pristine and perfectly curvaceous. With flawless skin, high cheekbones, bloodred lips and a body that just wouldn't quit, it was almost obvious how inhuman she was, just based on her gorgeous body alone.

The hotel room that she's just entered is not empty. Of course it isn't, what purpose would she have for stepping from the Nevernever into the mortal world just to visit an empty hotel room? No, the room is occupied, more specifically it's occupied by an individual that Leanansidhe has a vested interest in. Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden lays out on the bed, his height leaving him sprawled across it's entire length, and his current health leaving him not even able to do much more than lift his head to stare at her.

"Oh, you poor thing. Defeating your Master took a lot out of you, didn't it my dear?"

Approaching carefully, the red-haired fae smiles a pitying, affectionate smile. In his current state, one of her stature might not see the young man before her as much of a threat. But Leanansidhe had… additional information that most wouldn't. Her beloved godson was actually a lot stronger than most gave him credit for… stronger even then he gave himself credit for.

But that was neither here nor there. She'd made a deal with the young Dresden, as his faerie godmother. She'd agreed to give him the strength necessary to defeat his master, Justin DuMorne, in exchange for his life, fortune, and power. Of course, in truth Harry had already been plenty powerful enough. All she'd given him was the confidence he needed to fight back. Still, confidence went a long way, especially against a creature like DuMorne.

Even if she hadn't actually DONE much of anything, it was safe to say that the deal she'd made with Harry had almost certainly saved him, giving him the impetus needed to save himself at the very least. So, technically he still owed her. And technicalities were exactly what her kind operated on.

"What… what do you want?"

Still, Harry could fight back, if he so chose to. And that wouldn't do. So Leanansidhe remains soothing and just a little seductive as she sways her hips and sashays closer to the bed.

"My dear boy… what do I want? To check on you, of course. You are my godson, after all. You're my responsibility."

Harry swallows thickly, staring at her with distrusting eyes… ah, but as she looks closer, she can also see the interest. He is, at the end of the day, a teenage boy. The poor young man had a girl, if she recalled correctly, but that relationship is gone and dead now. And no matter how besotted he was over that young woman, it's not vanity to know for a fact that she could never match up to Lea's beauty.

Curling her bloodred lips into a wicked little grin, Lea watches as Harry's eyes continually dart downwards to her bust, drawn to her expansive cleavage time and time again. He loved her body… most mortal men did. He was weak to this sort of advance… most mortal men were.

"You defeated DuMorne, Harry. Well done, very well done. Now, let your godmother make it all better~"

The seductive, sultry lilt her voice takes on for that last sentence leaves nothing to the imagination. But just in case, Lea makes a show of running her fingers along the top of her dress, not quite doing anything indecent, but obviously drawing his eye to her bust, to her body. She is physical perfection and they both know it.

Crawling up onto the bed, the Sidhe doesn't fail to notice how Harry stiffens and tenses up. As well he should be trepidatious. She may look like a beautiful woman, but she is in truth a predator of a higher order than he could ever hope to take on. Justin DuMorne was a small fry dabbling in magics beyond his control compared to her, one of the High Sidhe in Queen Mab's Court.

Right now though, she's an impossibly beautiful female, slowly crawling up to the point between poor young Harry's legs. The long-legged wizard can only watch her, his staff laid out too far out of reach for him to grab. Likewise, his body is just too tired, spent from fighting and defeating his evil master. He's not ready for another fight… but as she crawls, she sees the bulge he's sporting in his pants and can tell he's at least ready for something else of a physical nature.

"Ah… well, at least some part of you is happy to see me, Harry~"

She reaches for his belt, only for Harry to grunt out a short 'Don't' at her. But the High Sidhe just regards him with a raised eyebrow and an amused quirk of her perfectly pouty lips as she works open his belt anyways in direct defiance of his wishes.

"Come now, love. You're in no position to give orders. Who's in debt to who here, hm? Darling godson… just lie back and enjoy this… gift."

Her eyes twinkle at the distrust but also the defeat she sees in the young wizard's eyes. He knows he can't stop her, so he's resigning himself to being her plaything. That's a good boy. And good boys get rewarded~

Decanting Harry's cock proves to be quite the struggle, and only after she's finished does Lea find out why. The High Sidhe can't help the ever so slight widening of her eyes and dilation of her pupils as she finishes drawing out Harry's erection from the confines of his pants… only to realize that he's barely half hard if that. His cock, still growing, still thickening, still straightening, is much larger than she expected.

Her godson is quite well-endowed for his age, and it's immediately obvious that his cock is proportionate to his impressive height, truth be told. His long legged stature certainly isn't compensating for a deficiency down there, so to speak.

But it's more than that. As she holds Harry's cock in her hand, having just intended to tease him a little bit before properly claiming him as her own, Lea finds herself… staring at his dick. Really, the size alone wouldn't have been enough to impress her. She'd seen bigger. Maybe not on humans, or even her fellow High Sidhe, but she'd definitely seen bigger phalluses on other examples of masculine life. From her hellhounds to cave trolls to… a multitude of other large Winter Court creatures.

So what if Harry was well endowed? Lea was not one to be driven by her sexual interests above her other interests… at least, not usually. And yet… and yet, staring down at her godson's thick, magnificent cock, getting closer and closer to fully erect now that it's no longer trapped in his trousers, Lea is drawn to it. The gorgeous, immortal, incredibly long-lived High Sidhe is very, very drawn to it.

After a moment, she realizes she's subconsciously been licking her lips. Harry is watching her in silence, looking rather confused and also curious. And Lea… Lea realizes she HAS to have him in her mouth. At the very least, she has to have a taste of him before she moves on. Just… just one little kiss couldn't hurt, right?

Leaning forward, the picture of feminine perfection places her full red lips against her godson's crown, pressing them into his bell end, giving his bulbous cockhead the smallest of kisses. The moment she does so however, it's as if an explosion of sensations hits her all at once. Her tastebuds are screaming for more, and Lea finds that she simply can't deny them.

With the most wanton, throaty, lust-filled moan that she's let out in years, Lea leans forward and promptly swallows Harry's cockhead in her mouth, sucking down the first couple inches of his magnificent member and swirling her tongue around it a bit before deciding she just HAD to go deeper, HAD to go further.

One of the most powerful Sidhe in the Winter Court, lewdly and wantonly using every single oral technique she'd picked up over the centuries to slobber and slurp at the big fat cock of a sixteen year old wizard. Needless to say, if her enemies could see her and the way she was debasing herself right now, they would laugh themselves silly. If her allies could see her in her current state, they would hold it over her for a millennium.

Still, she does not stop. She goes further, until his cock is pushing down her throat and the High Sidhe is actually gagging and choking herself on his member.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

Perhaps if she was willing to take things slower, she'd be able to repress her gag reflex and swallow his length without difficulty. But like a woman parched and starved, Lea can't help but go as hard and fast as possible, taking as much of Harry's length down her bulging throat as she can. And thanks to her inhuman physiology, that proves to be all of it.

It's like he's fucking her heart itself, by the time she hits the base of his cock. His entire length is buried in her throat, going down her esophagus and through her gullet, and still Lea sucks, muffled moaning and mewling audible as she slobbers all over his dick, bobbing up and down it with her cheeks sucked in in an incredibly lewd manner.

Her godson doesn't raise any further complaint over her actions, once she starts really getting into it. And that resigned look in his eyes slowly transforms into enjoyment, his tired face contorting with pleasure as he grunts and groans under the effects of her technique. More than once, Lea raises her inhuman, vertical-slitted cat-like golden eyes to watch him, feeling an almost eagerness to see how he's enjoying her technique.

… The Leanansidhe is no one's fool. Even as she debases herself in such a humiliating, degrading way, putting more effort into sucking his cock then she has into giving any other being sexual pleasure in many, MANY years, her mind is at work, trying to figure out what her godson is doing to her body. She doesn't think it's intentional. Harry doesn't seem to know what he's doing right now, or that he's doing anything at all.

But someone like her knows. Lea can feel it, something inside of her, something attaching itself to her very essence, her very being. She knew, of course, that Harry was Starborn. The confluence of events that had resulted in his birth having a special meaning meant he may just have power over the Outsiders themselves, given enough time to grow and learn.

But this wasn't that. She was no Outsider. This… whatever this was, was something different. And even with Harry being inexperienced and uneducated in this strange ability, it was having a strong, debilitating effect on her. She had so very rarely been so hot and horny. Not just lustful, not just aroused, but straight up horny. She wanted more of his cock. No… she wanted his seed.

As she mentally tries to hold firm and find a way to turn this to her advantage, Lea's hands and body move all on their own. She pops her godson's magnificent, majestic member right out of her mouth, letting it leave her pouty lips as she spends a moment gasping for breath. Harry's eyes are, expectedly, drawn right down to her heaving breasts, and Lea lets a small smile play across her lips as she pulls down the top of her red dress.

Those perfectly sculpted orbs that are her tits pop out from their confines, bouncing and jiggling once before ultimately defying gravity. A thousand times better than the best plastic surgery that mortals could buy, Lea's tits are beyond the mortal ken… and she's all too eager to wrap them around Harry's prodigious cock and begin stroking them up and down his length.

As she does so, she moans wantonly, the High Sidhe getting off on her own debasement and humiliation in a way she didn't think possible. She was so used to being in charge, so used to being in control. And technically, she still was right? She just… she just had to not let up, and she would maintain power over the situation, over her godson.

Massaging Harry's cock with her breasts, pressing her oh-so-sensitive tits into his member, Lea goes full tilt, the Winter Sidhe moaning wantonly as she pinches her own nipples between her fingers and pulls her tits out from her chest a little bit, further wrapping them around Harry's massive schlong, sliding back and forth. Her creamy, inhumanly pale skin allows for gliding, no lubrication even necessary as she goes all out and gives her godson the absolute best titjob he could ever have hoped for.

She wants… she wants his seed, she realizes belatedly. Above everything else, she wants him to cum. And after several agonizing minutes of doing her utmost best to make that a reality, the High Sidhe gets her wish. With a louder groan than any before it, Harry Dresden cums all over the breasts and face of one of the Winter Court's most powerful members.

Lea, meanwhile, is left marveling at the amount. Just as his cock is unnaturally large for a boy of his age, so is the sheer amount of cum he unleashes upon her in a viscous white torrent. He COVERS her in his cum, and as it lays on her surprised face and her pristine breasts, she can sense a power in his semen, a familiar sensation to the feeling within her.

Harry pants, winded a bit from the climax, but as Lea raises her eyes to meet his, she sees something stirring inside of her godson. The look of his seed, dripping down her beautiful, otherworldly features… it ignites an energy in him.

Faster than she would have thought possible, Harry is atop her. All of the sudden, their positions are reversed. She's on her back with her dressed pushed up to her waist and-

RIIIIIP!

-And her panties torn off of her without a second thought. Harry drags her ripped undergarments away from her body, revealing her bald, dripping wet pussy lips. He drags his own pants down and off of his legs with the fervor of a teenage boy, but that big fat cock and the power he's wielding is not that of a boy at all… it's that of a man.

There's no denying in this moment that the High Sidhe has the power to blast her godson off of her, to erase him from existence in his entirety if she so chose. But… her curiosity and incredibly arousal hold her back. Besides… wasn't this the plan all along? (It wasn't, she never intended for this to go so far, but at this point it's easier to fool herself then admit she's been overcome)

With a sultry smile dancing on her cum coated lips, Lea reaches down between her splayed thighs and uses her fingers to spread her folds open for him. She would welcome Harry into her body, she would allow her godson to slake his lusts on her gorgeous form, and when they were done she would have an even greater hold over the young wizard.

Or so she tells herself. Harry takes the invitation for what it is and grabs her by her thighs, his rough calloused fingers digging into her pale flesh as he jerks her legs a bit further apart and leans in, his cockhead brushing against her pussy lips for just a moment. In that moment, Lea's eyes widen as she feels an even greater spark of whatever power her godson has then before.

She realizes on the spot that letting Harry penetrate her would be a monumental mistake… but by that point, it's far too late. The moment passes, the realization hits, and in the same beat, Harry thrusts forward with all the energy and excitement of a teenage boy, while also leveling the thickness and girth of a man's cock against her already sopping wet cunny.

As soon as he penetrates her, as soon as he thrusts in, Leanansidhe can feel a connection and a jolt of energy being poured into her very being. As her godson begins to thrust away in a sporadic, uneven mess that shows his experience, her eyes go wide and then subsequently roll back in her head as she experiences an explosive orgasm from the penetration.

This was not good, at least not for her plans… and yet… and yet, she could not find it in herself to turn him away. As wanton moans leave cum-coated lips, the High Sidhe lets Harry have his way with her. As the young wizard takes her harder and faster by the moment, Lea tries to maintain control over the situation, she tries to act as a teacher might, tries to instruct him on how to properly fuck her.

"That's it, Harry. Mm, j-juuuust like that."

Needless to say, she spends most of the time stuttering and feeling every deep, penetrating thrust. He's already hitting her sweet spots, in all honestly. While he starts out clearly inexperienced, it's like just being inside of her is allowing him to access some of her own long sex life. He's getting better by the moment, and she'd swear she even recognizes some of the techniques he's using on her from previous lovers who had truly excelled at making her feel it.

And yet, he's much better than each and every one of them. Lea can't get enough of his cock, truly she can't, and by the moment the Winter Court faerie feels less and less like the High Sidhe she is, and more and more like Harry's whorish slut of a godmother. She's losing complete control, and he's growing rougher and more domineering by the second.

When he flicks his hand and mutters a quick spell without even using a focus that dries and subsequently flakes away all of the cum covering her face and tits, just so that he can lean down to kiss her, Lea's breath hitches at the sheer audacity. Still, she's quite receptive to his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck almost instinctively, and letting him dominate her mouth with his tongue, even as they swap spit for what feels like an eternity of jackhammering thrusts into her clenching, squeezing quim.

When Harry finally comes up for air, breaking the kiss for a moment in the process, Lea smiles up at him almost lazily, like a cat. Except the effect is partially ruined by her flushed, flustered face, her bouncing breasts with their hardened nipples, and the squelching noises that her gushing cunt is making as he fucks into her fast and hard.

"R-Rather rough, d-dear godson. You, ah, f-forget yourself."

And yet, despite her attempted admonishment, she doesn't stop him from lowering his mouth to hers and dominating her with his tongue again. Nor does she stop him from making a semi-permanent residence for his cock in her orgasming cunt, his repeated pistoning bringing her to climax after climax. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Beyond that admonishment, the High Sidhe appears to be fully on board, Lea's arms and legs both wrapped around Harry, pulling him in to make him go harder and faster.

He's reaching all the right spots, fucking her in all the right ways. She's honestly never felt this way with any lover before now. Sex has always been a transaction for Leanansidhe. A simple way of getting what she wanted, more often than not. It was supposed to be the same with her godson, she was supposed to use her body and her long-lived experience to bring him to heel and leave him wanting more.

Instead, sex had become what she wanted from Harry, and this transaction had become one where he was giving her the good, hard fucking she hadn't even known she desired deep down inside. Even as he slams into her welcoming twat again and again, the gorgeous red-haired faerie can feel the magic welling up within him, their connection growing stronger and stronger by the moment.

He's going to cum soon, isn't he? And as if to confirm her thought, Harry grunts, slowing down for just a moment as he pulls back from her imminently kissable lips and looks down to her.

"I'm going to cum soon…"

The ramifications of allowing him to cum inside of her, especially when whatever mysterious power her godson has (beyond being a Starborn of all things, even!) do rush through Lea's mind. She thinks on them long and hard… but finds her legs tightening around his waist all the harder anyways. With no verbal response, but a physical one that cannot be misconstrued, Harry grunts and thrusts forward once, twice, thrice more before finishing inside of her.

His magic-laden seed fills her womb and Lea's eyes roll back in her head as she cums as well. In the meantime, the connection that his first load across her face and tits had created, becomes distinctly solid to her magical senses. Whatever this is… it's fixed now. As he fills her insides with his seed and slowly pulls out, leaving her still wanting more, Lea rests a hand on her abdomen.

Would he get her pregnant, perhaps? Could he? Even as this thought plays across her mind, her godson reaches the end of his rope. After everything he'd been through, it really was no wonder. With one last groan, Harry Dresden collapses backwards onto the bed again and passes out, the young wizard simply unable to keep his eyes open a second longer.

Climbing off the bed, feeling tender and deliciously sore in places she hasn't in quite some time, Lea licks her lips as she gazes down at her beloved godson. Mm, she wouldn't turn him into a hellhound just yet. He was too intriguing, too exciting… too… Lea's eyes trail down to his cock, limp between his legs. His warm, pulsing seed, filled with magical energy, feels amazing inside of her womb as she wiggles in place.

… One more meal for the road won't hurt, right? Prowling forward with feline grace, the gorgeous Winter Court Sidhe creeps right back onto the bed and though her godson isn't actually awake or aware to enjoy it, she slips his cock right back into her mouth, desperate for just one more load.

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Waking up is the worst. But at least he wakes up alone. He's not… hazy about what happened before he slept. The moment Harry is awake, he sits up on the hotel room bed and looks around. But there's no sight of his incredibly gorgeous, incredibly dangerous femme fatale of a godmother, thankfully. Honestly, he's grateful to have woken up in the same place as he fell asleep.

After what he promised her for her help against DuMorne, he knows he owes her a lot. Hopefully, his direct refusal to accept her 'gift' before they'd… done it yesterday would be enough to keep his debt from growing any larger.

"Oh, you're finally awake! Hot damn, I was NOT expecting that, my boy!"

Blinking dumbly, Harry's head whips towards the sound of the voice, only to find it coming out of the skull he'd taken from Justin's home right before departing.

"You can DEFINITELY be my new master! What do you say? Laying the fucking Leanansidhe and living? You've got balls, kid, big huge fucking balls!"

Harry flushes at that, even as he slowly creeps off the bed. He's really not sure how to respond, so he lets the skull continue jabbering on.

"You can call me Bob, by the by. And… I'm here to help! Anything you need, I've got so much damn knowledge that you won't even need to crack a book most of the time! Just ask me, and I can help ya out!"

Bob… right… stars, this was his life now, wasn't it?

"In fact, let me help you out right now. That thing that just happened with the Leanansidhe… I dunno why it happened, but you don't say a word about it to anyone, alright? You definitely don't want to brag about that lay, as glorious as it was!"

Harry nods slowly, accepting the warning for what it was. Staring down at his hands, remembering the feel of her body beneath his as he'd grabbed her, as he'd fucked her, the young wizard lets out a shuddering breath.

"… She's my godmother…"

Bob the Skull is silent for a moment, before letting out a slightly hysterical giggle.

"Yeah, no. That… I mean, that might explain some of the stuff at the beginning, but the rest of it? There's something weird about you. Something special that made the Leanansidhe act that way. I could tell just from watching, she wasn't sure what the hell she was doing… she was mostly just along for the ride. And, rather than taking actual advantage of you once you passed out, all she did was suck down another load of your jizz and leave!"

Harry jolts at learning that he was taken advantage of while he slept, but honestly, there's no reason to be angry about that, he supposes. Letting out a sigh, he reaches out and palms the skull, getting up from the bed to face the world. A world in which he was now alone. No Justin, but no Elaine either. Just… Harry. And Bob, he guessed.

"Fuck… if this is the last time I ever have to deal with the faerie, I'll be happy."

There's a half-laugh, half-scoff from the skull as he tucks it into his bag and begins to zip it up.

"I wouldn't count on it, boss…"

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Years later, as his phone rings, Harry Dresden, Wizard PI, makes every effort to get up and answer it, really he does. The fully grown wizard tries to lift himself off the bed, an excuse on his tongue, only for his own personal faerie godmother to press him back down and fill his mouth with her own tongue, kissing him heatedly, needily, and without reservation or remorse as she bounces up and down on his cock, eagerly and enthusiastically riding him to completion.

He could try and force the issue, but only if he wanted this quickie to turn into a full-blown, day-long bout of marathon sex where he fucked Lea into the bed until his slutty whore of a faerie godmother once again admitted his superiority and sung his praises to the high heavens as he fucked her silly. In the end, it just really wasn't worth it, not for one simple phone call. He already ended up having to pound the vision of perfection currently atop him in that way once a month at least anyways.

As yet another phone call goes to voice mail, Harry morosely thinks, not for the first time, that Bob's prediction all those years ago was exactly right.

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