Monster Love

You were down by the creek, working your way through the laundry basket and scrubbing at the many grass strains on your tunics. The sun was high in the sky, twinkling through the trees, and a gentle breeze cooled you off as you worked hard. Your dragon was curled up on a large flat rock, his tail splashing gently through the water rushing past him. 

He was watching you, his golden eyes heavy-lidded. As you passed through spring together you had gotten used to the near-constant watch, although sometimes it still bought a hot blush to your cheeks. If he had it his way, you would be under his wing every second of the day.

You glanced up from your work, breathing heavily and hands aching. It was hard work, but satisfying. You had gotten into a good routine of taking care of yourself and your home, one large onyx dragon in tow. You mostly left the hunting to him, given his skills in that arena, but he gratefully accepted anything and everything you gathered for him. 

Together, you had ventured beyond the valley and seen a world beyond your comprehension. Dragons, whilst rare, resided in many places and were treated with respect and reverence when visiting. You had the oddest experience only last week when you landed in a large town in the Western plains; the residents greeted you both by bowing low, offering trinkets, delicacies, and words of gratitude. It seemed that the legacy of The War held strong still in many places.

“What are you thinking about?” he rumbled from across the stream, bringing you back to the present.

“Just our travels,” you smiled.

“Is there somewhere you would like to go?” 

You traipsed through the water towards him, your skirts hiked up and tucked under your belt. The stone platform levelled with your shoulders, just enough room for you to rest your arms and head near him. He pressed his snout close and you obliged him with a soft kiss, “The summer is almost in full swing, perhaps we could go somewhere to see everything in full bloom,” 

“Where you want to go, I will take you,” 

“Perks of having wings, eh?” you teased.

“Perks of having a beautiful woman astride me,”

A laugh burst from you at the innuendo, a light blush staining your cheeks, “Oh I don’t know about that,”

He curled his tail closer to wrap around your waist in a gentle embrace, “Nonsense, Goddess,” To say the least, his compliments had done wonders for your self-confidence. 

Struck by an idea, you backed away slightly into shallow water. Piece by piece, you began unbuckling your belt and stripping away your layers. Unlaced, the corset disappeared into the wash basket, and you were left only in your cotton slip.

His eyes were glowing all the more intensely now, his posture tense as if ready to pounce. He didn’t question you, only breathed heavily as he watched raptly. Slowly, you pulled the tunic up and up, revealing your soft curves until you were finally bare to the world. The breeze brushed past, pebbling your nipples and raising goosebumps. Your heart beat steadily and adrenaline ran through your limbs. 

A low growl emanated from him as you held eye contact, admiring the swirling patterns of his scales around his features. The final straw, it seemed, was when you bent over to pick up the laundry you had been working on. Faster than you could see, he swept you into his clawed hands and had you pressed gently against a nearby tree. Heat emanated from him, relaxing the tension in your muscles.

“You are a minx,” he growled, swiping at your neck with a wet and rough tongue.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sighed, “I was just trying to do the laundry…”

He snorted and continued his ministrations, his wings blocking you in on either side as his tongue lavished your neck with attention and his claws trailed down your torso, “So soft,” he muttered.

You titlted your head back, closing your eyes and surrendering to the sensations he was iliciting throughout your body. He made his way from your neck to your lips, quickly swiping at your ear where he knew you were particularly sensitive. He massaged your hips and his tongue pushed for entrance into your mouth. You gave in easily, meeting him with your own, the kiss slow and messy as he tasted you. You bought your hands up to caress the side of his face, leisurely exploring the texture of his scales as they became rougher towards his ears. He hummed into your mouth when you scratched behind them, the static sensation of his magic awakening filling the air between you.

You trailed your hands lower, gliding over the velvet skin of his underbelly until you reached the apex of his thighs. There his flesh dipped into a slit of sorts, about the length of your palm. As you caressed it he pulled away from the kiss with a grunt, leaning his forehead against the tree and puffing into your ear. Your fingers pressed gently against the skin there which was beginning to become slick. The natural lubricant made your hands tingle feircely, and your heart began to beat faster at the prospect of that feeling pulling at your core. 

He was moments away from losing his composure, you could tell. He nipped at your ear, drawing a startled giggle from you, as his thick phallus began to emerge from its protective sheath. Stark white in comparison to his jet-black scales, it nudged at your hand to make way and you circled both hands around its girth, pumping down teasingly and squeezing gently at the two nodules at its base.

That was all he could take before he grasped you by the waist and hoisted you up against the tree, the rough bark scratching deliciously across your back. His wings gave you something to hold onto as he spread your thighs apart. He nosed at your inner thighs and licked hot stripes towards your mound but never quite reached, “You smell divine,” he grumbled, lavishing you in attention all but where you needed it most.

You squirmed and whined, but he would not let up, “Please,” you panted.

“Please?”

You whined again, flushed from your chest up, desperate to be touched but embarrassed to ask.

“Go on, sweetness, you know what to say,” he nipped at your thigh, sending electricity straight to your already molten core.

You squeezed your eyes shut and relaxed down into his secure grip, “Please, taste me,” you panted, “lick me,”

A quiet chuckle rumbled from beneath you, “There you go,” and he was finally where you wanted him, his wide hot tongue swiping across your lips, pressing harder against your clit making you gasp. He stayed there for a few moments, leisurely lapping at your juices and stoking the flames that twisted in your gut. You sighed against him, rocking on his tongue.

Finally, he pressed against your entrance, curling his tongue to enter you. A moan escaped you, his snout rubbing against your clit as he undulated his tongue within you. 

The hot breath made you shiver as the coil within you wound tighten. Your own breath came in short gasps, barely able to make a sound as he pushed you closer and closer. A growl pushed you over the edge, the vibration on top of his enthusiastic devouring of you being too much to bare. You whimpered helplessly as your entire body quaked, riding the high until it slowly ebbed away leaving you feeling like jelly.

He rose up to nudge at your mouth, sharing the taste of you, “You taste even more divine,” he rumbled, pulling a lazy smile from you. Drawing out the kiss, he brushed a claw over your nipples, making you shiver. You moaned against him, pressing away from the tree to get closer to his powerful body. 

You could feel the tip of him nudging against your entrance. Reaching down you stroked the end, “Not sure where you’re gonna fit that,” you whispered.

He nuzzled the crook of your neck chuckling, “You know full well what my magic lets me do,” He pressed forward slightly, a mild stretch, “You were destined to take me, Goddess, don’t doubt your abilities,” and with that, he pushed into you. The stretch was uncomfortable at first, and then the aphrodisiac quality of his slick had you bearing down for more. It felt like your blood was on fire, pooling deep in your gut as he made room for himself within you.

You moaned, gluttonous for more as the friction of him pulling out stroked that spot inside. He held you tightly around your waist, his claws leaving indentations, taking pleasure from you with reverence. His tongue found your mouth again, occupying all of your senses until you were lost in a fever of lust.

“More,” you whined, desperate to have him as close as you could.

He obliged, pumping in and out of you with increased vigour, knocking at the door of your womb, “You are going to be the end of me,” he snarled, his sharp teeth grazing against your shoulder. The potential danger sent a further thrill through you.

“Are you going to come again for me, my darling?” he teased, his voice husky as he increased his pace yet again. You couldn’t form words, only moan in elation as he drove you towards that cliff once more. His tail suddenly appeared, tickling over your stomach before flicking your clit. That was all it took for you to peak for the second time, almost screaming with the intensity as he pounded erratically before finishing within you in long, hot spurts. You felt so full, overstuffed as he nestled as deep as he could. You could feel his seed dripping from you but couldn't care less as he sweetly licked at your neck and rubbed his cheek against yours. You were both panting, your mind reduced to mush.

He did make one friend though: Leta. She was kind and patient, but forceful. He didn’t have much choice when it came to her friendship. She would sit with him in the dining hall, find him curled up with a book in the library, drag him along to classes he didn’t much care for, and sometimes outright follow him into the woods. She tried to understand him, even if she didn’t always succeed, and Newt found he made good company for the overly chatty girl. It wasn’t hard being friends with Leta. Sometimes he wondered that she may have struggled to make friends in the beginning as well, and found an amenable companion in him. He wasn't going to complain, either way.

As the years went on, and a definable passion emerged, Newt started paying a bit more attention to school. He scoured every book for information about his creatures - encyclopedias, potion recipes, spells, anything that gave him the ability to help those in need and understand them better. He barraged his professors with questions, many of which didn’t take too kindly to his apparent inability to stay on topic. He became quite skilled with his wand, charms and defensive magic coming naturally to him; it wasn’t anybody else’s business if he happened to use his teachings on a few occasions to protect the creatures under his care. He never aimed to hurt, only disarm, but an unconscious adversary was certainly a less threatening one. 

Leta stuck with him over the years, and as Theseus matured he started paying more attention to his younger brother too. They listened patiently to his long, mostly one-sided, discussions of magical creatures, although their eyes did tend to glaze over at some point. Newt didn’t mind, he knew he was doing good work. Meaningful work. 

Things became more…strained when Newt presented as an omega.

Nobody was surprised. He was soft for a male, despite growing to be quite lanky. He had always been gentle and nurturing too if his creatures were anything to go by. He was protective of those he loved, and the space he considered home. His mother was an omega, and when home he would spend any time away from his creatures with her, finding joy in mimicking the way of a housewife and mother. When he presented she was so proud, all the more encouraging of him being home, cooking, cleaning, and running the farmstead they had. His father, distant as he had always been with his youngest son, patted him on the head and assured him they would find him a good match. 

His brother, however, took it upon himself to become a knight in shining armour. At home, Newt was mostly let be, for Theseus knew he was safe within the wards of their land. At school, however, Theseus barely left his side. He escorted Newt from his dormitory to the banquet hall to class and back to his dormitory. Newt struggled to slip away into the comfort of the forest except for in the middle of the night when Theseus was assuredly asleep. Despite being a prefect and captain of the quidditch team, Theseus always found a way to keep an eye on him. 

‘It’s not that I don’t trust you, Newt. It’s the others I don’t trust. I know what it’s like to be a young alpha, all those hormones running rampant. I’m only protecting you from unwanted attention.’ Theseus reminded him, with a purposeful scowl at a nearby alpha who was simply walking past. 

The only other person he trusted Newt’s safety with was Leta, who had early on presented as a Beta, continuing through puberty without too much pheromone-related hassle. She respected Theseus, although was the first to admit that he was overbearing. There were plenty of alphas and omegas at Hogwarts, with all the necessary support systems in place. 

Newt only went to one of the classes they held specifically for omegas. A single hour of discussion about their role in society, their destiny to be mated, and their place at home left Newt feeling suffocated. He could withstand such teachings from his mother, who only did so out of love, but the propaganda feel of those classes didn’t sit well with him at all. As far as he was concerned, there was no reason he couldn’t travel the world and conduct his research. 

He reminded everyone as much as possible about his plans. Leta was fully supportive of the idea, however, was under the impression that he would find a mate first ‘just to be safe’. Theseus would huff and scowl at every mention, determined that Newt would spend the rest of his days in the safety of his home, untouched. His parents didn’t understand, eventually growing frustrated with his determination. 

‘That’s just not the way of the world for people like you, Newton’ his father would insist. 

His mother would just play with his curls, her eyes downturned, ‘You’ll change your mind eventually, sweetheart’ 

It seemed his only true ally was Professor Dumbledore, who entertained his every dream and helped him learn as much as possible, even going as far as to find him unpublished research to work from. Theseus wasn’t a fan of the company Newt kept with his professor, Albus being an older, unmated Alpha, but he couldn’t well start a fight with a respected mentor. Albus was Theseus’ way into the Ministry, after all, the promise of an internship awaiting his graduation from Hogwarts. So Theseus would just huff and tell Newt not to do anything untoward.

Albus was a perfect gentleman, always giving Newt space and never saying a word out of place. It seemed he always had time for Newt, even when he was busy with teaching or ministry business. Newt was ever grateful for being treated, not as an omega, but as a person.

On his sixteenth birthday in the summer following his OWL exams, Newt was disturbed from his perch in the oak tree outside his family’s cottage by Theseus calling for him. He had been sitting very still, waiting for the resident Bowtruckle to make an appearance - gaining the trust of the small creature was a slow process, and required many an offering of woodlice it seemed, but Newt was patient.

‘Will you come down from there, please? You’re going to get hurt,’ Theseus stood just below him, arms crossed.

‘I know how to climb a tree, Thee,’ Newt slipped from his branch and landed softly on the grass, moving on before Theseus could start checking him for invisible injuries.

Inside, the kettle was whistling and the smell of fresh bread hung in the air. Newt’s mother came bustling over, pulling him into a soft hug, ‘Happy birthday, pumpkin.’ With a kiss on each cheek and a wave of her hand, the kettle poured them all a cup of tea. They settled at the dining table, Newt cradling the tea in his trembling hands and trying very hard to ignore the twist of nerves in his gut. He knew what was coming, he just remained hopeful it wouldn’t happen.

His mother pushed a present wrapped neatly in brown paper towards him. With a quiet ‘thank you’ he put down his tea and peeled open the package. Inside he found a book, practically a tome for how thick it was, titled The Way of the Omega: a guide for the newly-mated. Newt didn’t know how to react. His mother smiled gently, encouraging, Theseus was frowning as usual, and his father looked less stern than usual. They all waited for him to say something. Instead, he leafed through the book, finding chapters full of recipes and spells for the modern home keeper, an explanation of Omegan biology, and tips for navigating a mated relationship. Looking up at his mother, he tried to smile, ‘Thank you,’ He couldn’t bring himself to say anything else. He was going to fight this, but he has long since learned that arguing about it got him nowhere. 

‘We’ve found a good match for you,’ his father announced, ‘He will be coming to visit tomorrow, just as an introduction-’

‘What if I don’t like him?’ Newt jumped in.

‘Then you don’t have to marry him. You don’t have to marry anybody,’ Theseus pressed.

His father sighed, ‘Then we will find you somebody else. There are plenty of eligible Alphas out there and I have a few in mind if this one doesn’t work out. There’s no rush,’

Newt knew that was a lie. They would have him mated as soon as possible, cooped up in a house far away, bound only for raising children and baking pies. Newt loved his mother and could see she was happy, but he didn’t want to live like her. There was too much world to see before he decided to settle.

The Alpha in question, it turned out, was actually quite handsome. He was tall with grey eyes, blonde hair, and a charming grin. He greeted Newt with a small bow, giving Newt respectable space, and introduced himself as Jeremiah Garnet, an associate of Newt’s father at the Wizarding Wireless Network. 

‘So, Newton-’

‘Call me Newt, please,’

‘Of course, Newt, ’ Jeremiah grinned again, ‘How have you been getting on at our beloved Hogwarts?’

Newt swallowed, sat across from Jeremiah and felt almost like he was being interviewed. Why did he want to know about Hogwarts? ‘It’s, um, good. I guess,’

‘You have a favourite subject?’

Newt glanced at his father, who was supposedly chaperoning this visit as was required for unmated Omagas, ‘Care of Magical Creatures,’

‘Ah, the nurturing sort then!’ Jeremiah gave him a none-too-subtle wink, ‘How’s your Herbology? Always good to know what to grow at home,’

‘It’s fine. I’m mostly interested in medicinal plants,’

Jeremiah nodded slowly, ‘I saw a dragon at Hogwarts once, you know,'

Newt caught his father rolling his eyes but didn’t say anything. Jeremiah continued, prattling on about his various encounters with dangerous and fearsome dragons. Newt tried to listen but just ended up upset about how Jeremiah seemed to be under the impression that dragons were mindless monsters and not an incredibly intelligent species that were better off being left alone.

Newt barely said a word for the next thirty minutes, humming in agreement every now and then, and trying not to wince at the inappropriate frequency of winking as Jeremiah continued about his colourful career reporting around the world. Newt was quite sure most of these stories were embellishments but the alpha was attempting to appear impressive.

‘How about we write to one another, then?’ he eventually asked.

Newt smiled, ‘Sure,’

‘Excellent! Well, your father has my address,’ He stood up, straightening his clothes, and held out a hand. Newt thought he meant to shake it, so reached out, only to find Jeremiah’s dry lips pressed to the back of his hand, ‘It was a pleasure to meet you, Newt. I hope to hear from you soon,’ His father escorted their guest out of the cottage, and with that Newt was left alone.  

As he washed his hands with more vigour than necessary, he watched his father and Jeremiah chat for a few minutes outside, feeling like there was a stone sitting in his stomach. How could he spend the rest of his life with a man like that? Have his children? Greet him every day when he comes home with more frivolous stories about his apparently exciting career? No. Newt wouldn’t settle for such a life - not for anybody.

His father returned a few minutes later and leant against the doorframe, ‘So?’

‘So?!’ Newt was perplexed, ‘You want me to be mated to him? Father, please,’

‘He’s a good man, Newton. Sure, he may be a little overzealous at times, but he is respectable, wealthy, and would provide you with a good life,’

Newt felt his eyes prick and panicked at the possibility of crying in front of his father, ‘I don’t want to be mated yet. Certainly n-not to him,’ he sniffed, ‘I don’t care if he’s a "good match",’

‘You don’t have a choice, Newton. This is your life. You can’t change your biology,’ his father paced, ‘If you don’t like him, then you will send him thanks for his time and we will move on to another candidate,’

Newt dashed from the room without another word, making it halfway to the back of the garden before the tears fell. Climbing up the old oak tree, he settled somewhere near the top, cradled between the trunk and a branch. There, he cried until he couldn’t anymore; until his throat was tight and his eyes sore. He didn’t resent his body for its nature, there was no changing what he was. He did, however, resent the society around him, for calling this unwanted mating “fate”. Despair tightened his chest - would he ever find a way to live the life he wanted? Exhausted, he fell asleep to the rustle of leaves.