#davos pack

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October 12th -

Collarbone

The blank emotionless far away look laid upon their face as Davos sat on the chair in front of their vanity. They bearly had spoken a word all evening satisfying Morwen's demand for obedience. Simon knew this wouldnt last for long ,they always bounced back just to spite her ,the never ending cycle. Yet something about the last evenings affair was another level of excruciation suffering they both weren't expecting.

Pulling the vial from his inner pocket he uncorked the potion . Taking the nearby untouched tea adding the potion contents in mixing them together.

Throughout the years Simon found Amortentia helped dull pain giving relief to a wrecked body. The obsessive want and lust was still there but not as all consumingly intense.

Simon set the cup down among makeup that was smashed , snapped and destroyed that littered the vanity.

Bending forward brushing hair back behind their ear huskily spoke " Let me help you feel better, you know I can sweetheart. "

Taking a moment without a response a mintue slipped by before a slightly shaky hand reached out for cup . The mother-of-pearl sheen

liquid slouched around dribbling a bit down the side. Without hesitation Davos swallowed it all in one gulp .

"That's a good boy." Simon nibbled on their earlobe before forcefully dragging them to the still blood stained bed

Simon was never gentle or cared to learn to be .

With a swift flick of his wand each article of Davos's clothing was swept off of them leaving them squirming with a whine in their needy fervor.

They had done this many times already. It was rough, harsh primal at times, using eachother till exhaustion. Simon wasnt a fair or giving lover just taking as much as possible till he met his end but Davos kept things interesting. Even while cock drunk drowning in a heated mind consumed by artifical lust Davos kept him on edge not letting up on their snarky teasing ways.

Flinging off his clothes his eyes drifted upon the deep wide red scar across their throat that immediately infuriated him. Sliding his hand around covering it up Simon tightening his grip

Monmon .... please... This begging wasnt the same as others it held a deep woe. Davos slide their hand up gripping his wrist.

That nickname , that fucking nickname....

It made his chest ache and his stomach swoop in a way he absolutely hated.

Yet hearing it in that pathetic tone Simon devoured them.

Firmly Simon directed them to kneel in front of him with Davos widening their mouth sticking out their tounge.

"Desperate little thing ready to please , only if you could stay so dutiful " The hand that held their throat traced upward till two of his fingers started to test their gag reflex. Davos's eyes began to tear up but held the position. Till Simon could no longer hold back pressed the tip of his cock inside their mouth teasingly rubbing it in their drool.

With both hands on the side of Davos's head he pushed down into their throat. Their moan vibrated around his cock spuring him to keep thrusting. Little by little it increased in pace till he was full on fucking into Davos's throat.

Tears stained their cheeks as their eyes rolled into the back of their head completely pliant. Davos's hands made their way up his thighs holding on digging their nails in. Simon's pace began to falter succumb by his building orgam.

Quickly pulling out he held the base of his throbbing cock to hold back. Davos was a mess with a hooded gaze they spoke with a raspy voice , " More please I want more , I need you Monmon ."

There it was again , his heart was already pounding swallowing hard he slapped Davos hard across the face producing a loud desperate moan from them. Luckily for silencing spells they both could let go. " Get on all fours present yourself for me like a good boy you know you want to be."

In a rush Davos climbed onto the bed doing just so, sinking low ass up like a bitch in heat. They wiggled impatiently taunting Simon. He didnt care to work them open he just pulled their hips back onto his cock slamming into them harshly knocking the air from their lungs. He knew it had to burn the raw forced entry but the deep groan meeting him thrust for thrust

"Right there , dont stop, it ...it feels so fucking good Mo..."

Before the rest of the word was spoken Simon shoved their face into the mattress. Davos didnt fight it just let themselves be suffocated as he kept going.

They were both close he could feel Davos clinching shaking underneath him. His pace started becoming desperate finally letting his orgasm spill into their tight hole. With a lingering thrust till the over sensitivity was to much Davos followed gushing their own pleasure .

As he grew soft within them Simon released his hold getting off trying to catch his breath. Slumping into the mattress breathing in the scent of sex and blood finding comfort, still unable to bring themself to speak.

With another flick of his wand Simon casted Scourgify cleaning them both along with the bed instantly.

Simon started gathering his things while adjusting his clothes back on.

Shifting crawling under the duvet lazily reaching out a hand muffled out, " Stay?"

October 9th-

Mirror

The Mirror of Erised an ancient, magical mirror that reveals a person's deepest desire, showing them a vision of perfect happiness.

Unexpectedly here it was covered in cobwebs, showing the wear and tear of aged damage. Fine line cracks littered the glass yet the magic still held. Objects made by wixs hardly ever lost their abilities which was quite impressive feat.

Gravaise avoided standing in front of it closing his eyes letting out a heavy exhausted long huff. Out of all the places to hide away during a raid this was what he stumbled onto. The next step of the assault would be underway and he couldnt get distracted by something so trivial.

With most magical objects they always had alluring bewitchment

coaxing someone closer. Keeping his back to the mirror trying to shake the urge of looking upon it out." Focus." Gravaise mumbled to himself.

What good would it do to gaze upon a desire that could never be. Of course it would give you a false sense of comfort especially now in a world of anguish and misery at every turn. Clinging onto any facade of joy or hell, hope. Gravaise turned taking a step towards it , he was human after all. He had many flaws that he tried to over compensate for yet here he was slowly stepping in front of his reflection. At first there was nothing yet as he blinked the image started to take shape.

A unsettling familiar face stared back with their hand pressed against the other side of the glass. It was her, the love of his life ,the wife he didnt get a future with. The soft sweet smile making Gravaise's heart ache. This is what his inner desires are, still after all this time? He couldnt help the flood of anger begin to swell up . That she still had a hold on him after decades of her death. Gravaise slammed his fist against it hearing the cracks spread out. Leaning forward with a thump pressing his forehead against it. How could this be it when it caused nothing but deep anguish.

With a gently humming vibration he somehow knew the image was shifting. Gravaise shook unable to pull back not wanting to see what it would produce next.

Reminding himself the raid would take place soon, he had to go. Taking another step away the mirror once more held Gravaise's attention.

With widen eyes he couldnt help grin at the pure joy in the scene he was witnessing. They were all together , the family, this so called pack of annoyances that disrupted his life. Gravaise reached for his wrist tracing the ridiculously stupid muggle tattoo of small wolf paw prints going up his arm. They were smiling , a war long passed with everyone surviving, finding a peaceful future. Most of all Davos clinging to his side like they had done since eleven years old , alive. The odds were stacked against them all but Gravaise would and will do anything to see this scene reality.

Chapter Five

- Fear

It all happened in slow motion. When maddness erupts around you some experiences happen quickly their body goes into survival mode making everything blur. Yet for Milo everything around him slowed and the sound muted out by the loud high pitched ringing in his ears. He couldnt move , he didnt want too. All of it was to much to take in and if he moved everything would become real.

The day was like any other day. Yes there was alot of tension in the village , people whispered in hushed tones so the aurors wouldnt over hear conversations.

The Aurors from this so called Ministry had stormed their small village on a hunch there was rebels holding up there and thought the towns people were hiding them. That they were supporting their cause. Milo's village was mostly muggles which were terrified not truly understanding what was going on. Basically the knowledge of the Wix World thrown onto them.

Every outing Milo clung to his mother avoiding these so called officials but they made it a game to torment the muggles. Sending a jelly-legs Jinx towards them his mother fell down with a yelp unable to stabilize herself.

Milo's rage came bellowing out of him as he shouted at the cackling Aurors, "Fix whatever you've done to her , make it stop! You , you, bastard!"

The laughter stopped , "And what are you going to do about it if we dont? You useless disgusting muggle? , hmmm? " one of the Aurors sauntered towards him. Milo planted his feet puffing out his chest in defiance, " You say you're here to protect us from these rebels but I dont see them doing what you are doing right now!", Milo's anger heated inside swelling up like he was about to burst, " I ..

" Milo enough, " his father gripped his shoulder pulling him back behind him, " He didnt mean it , tensions are high sir , We will be on our way I will make sure he won't cause anymore problems."His father scowled at the group. Huffing the Auror walked away ,"Youre lucky we have our orders "

The Auror flicked his wand shoving both of them to the ground. Getting to their feet his father tried to help his wife unable to undo the Jinx. Quickly a man passing by waved her hidden wand releasing their mother. With a nod he continued on her way past them.

"Milo , You need to keep your mouth shut we can't defend ourselves against these people. It seems they won't be leaving anytime soon and I can't stand the idea of what they are willing to do a child especially to you. I know its hard but you need to pick your battles. " Even with a stern disappointed tone it wavered slightly. All Milo could do was nod as they made it back inside their home. Cowardly hidden behind closed doors but what could they truly do against magical tyrants.

Late in evening during Milo's nightly routine it was interrupted with loud explosive shaking the entire house. The structure began to crumble around them. His mother grabbed Milo's hand pulling as they ran as fast as they could to their front door. His mother hand dropped as he was shoved forward right before part of the roof began to fall upon his parents. " No !" Milo reached out feeling a strange force flow from his hands shielding blocking the debris. "Please hurry !" Milo knew and felt it that it was disappearing he couldnt hold whatever this was. As they moved quickly another blow hit their home watching as his parent were consumed by the rest of the roof crashing onto them

In shock the shield surrounded him , " Mommy.... Da."

The next thing he knew Milo was climbing out of the rumble. Numb he fell to his knees unaware that the whole village was being wiped away in mere moments.

October 2nd

-Bitter

Everyday was a new trial as it always was. Since he was old enough to understand what was expected of him he did his best to play along. To put on a show for those around him. Be this or that, one step out of line or failure to meet their expectations the consequences... let's just say it got creative each time he fucked up.

Family meant nothing . They were all out for themselves.

Trust, compassion or simple gesture of kindness was never an option. They all sold you out , used you and most of all tormented you physically and emotionally .There was no love in his family just what you could provide. With so many of them that's all they were good for, tools to weaponized for their parents to gain what they deemed as power.

For some reason Simon was always plucked out of the line up of siblings to partake in whatever his parent deemed important at the moment. Simon was good at charming,seducing and manipulating those around him to get what he needed from a young age. His parents knew it and come to rely on it. He didnt hate himself for it just knew it was apart of how to further himself in life to make things easier.

Yet here he stood in front a ruthless manic women to be basically sold to by his so called parents . Simon knew this would be beneficial to all of them including himself, but he wouldnt admit to anyone he didnt want this.

What she spouted was hallow and arrogant ,sounding just like all the other dark wizards had done before her.

There was a hidden agenda that his ridiculous parents willingly choose to ignore or didnt care to question. Mostly just another way to get rid of a child and to secure some type of benefit. He was just a chess piece.

There was no arguing over the matter, honestly what was the point anyway. It was better than here drowned out by other siblings that demanded the spotlight, with this women he could atleast escape.

She seemed to wield some sort of power and influence among the Wix community "supposedly" .

He kneeled in front of her knowing full well there was no turning back as she began to preform an ancient magic that completely consumed the room. He held out his palm to her and with a large knife she cut his palm placing hers against his to bind him. Simon couldnt help but let out a cry of pain as he felt the last of himself dissolve. His parent took so much from him but this woman consumed the very last of it.

Simon fell forward on his hands breathing in deeply trying hard to catch his breath. Blood magic is indestructible.

He couldnt catch his breathe as the reality sunk in.

Its all in , for power or defeat, he would make sure that in the end he would come up on top regardless of who he was forced to serve. Puppet or not he still had his own will and in this war he would not fail.

The Wix World would know and fear him just as they feared this psychopath he stood by.

October 1st -

Dusk

Embry's body ached as the upcoming transformation. He knew all to well becoming accustomed to the throbbing pains that consumed his frame. It was hard to remember when the wolf didnt dominant his life. At one point he was just like any other wix but now he shifted under the full moon. It's luminescence shine of the goddess sheltering him from the hatred of the humans that despised them. He was a dark creature that now ran among her graceful touch each cycle. Embry began to remove each article of clothing and hid them in a spot he hoped he wouldnt forget. Nudity was never a big deal to him but society has the most ridiculous rules.

Embry watched as the sun slowly lowed its self creating a beautiful sunset. Summer always made the setting sun linger giving a stunning view before the intensity of pain started to take over. There was no escaping that. With a flop he sat down unable to keep himself up any longer almost fell in a heap on the ground as the sun dipped away lower on the horizon. The golden rays of sunlight danced on the edges of night when a shadowy figure approached the barrier of the cage he laothed. Embry knew this wasnt a punishment ,he knew this was to truly to protect himself, he never once had the urge to seek out or hunt mortals or to form a new pack. His wolf just wanted to truly embrace a freedom he was denied as a man.

A deep growl rumbled from his chest till he saw long wavy light blonde hair highlighted by its rays , her small frame unfazed nakedness stopped letting her hand slide against the magic that kept her out. Lyra didnt say a word just painfully sat down against it .Together even with the crippling pain they witnessed the sun disappear letting the deep purple fading into the darkness of the starlit sky. He slowly moved closer sitting at the border, he couldnt help himself. The woods around them slowly fell silent allowing for the nocturnal to awake. Embry loudly grunted falling onto his side unable to keep the yelps and groans from escaping from his lips. Lyra laid down beside him and began slowly pressing her hand against it. Her unsettling wide grey eyes revealed no emotion as always but somehow Embry felt pity radiate from them.

She should be with her pack not here with an outsider . The whole pack knew he wasnt there to become a member of their pack . He was there on an assignment to convince them to pick a side, a traitor to the wolves. They all heard these lies before from many wixs through the ages. They were naive or foolish to fall for his offer.

Yet Embry had always been for himself and no one else. Thrown into a situation he rather cut out his own tounge then pursue.

Yet for Lyra to show up here , seeing that he was in this cage and staying was confusing . She could run, hunt , play with the pack that brought her joy and protection. Yet choose to lay next to a stranger in a cage.

As the trees swayed against the breeze the moon shone down making Lyra look ethereal. Another wave of pain shot through not just himself but Lyra as well.

She gave him a small smile continuing to rub the invisble wall between them. Embry held himself back from reaching out to do the same . He wouldnt show such a ridiculous notion of companionship or comfort, yet he kept his eyes locked on hers.

The darkness finally consumed the forest around them and the agony of transformation became all consuming as his mind went hazy , in and out of consciousness.