Draco and Hermione Shag, a Lot

As Draco ran his palm over the warm and sensitive red flesh of Hermione’s arse, he thought to himself, this is how he liked her the most.

Draped over his lap, her arse bright red with his handprint on it, and the sounds she makes as she tries to manage the pain. Sniffs, and whimpers, and wet gasps.

It’s intoxicating.

It makes Draco’s cock throb hard against his pants, and he stops himself from rutting up against Hermione’s belly.

And the best part is, she loves it too. Her cunt is overflowing with her slick, running down messily against her thighs and soaking a dark spot into Draco’s pants.

She’s a pain slut and Draco loves doling it out to her.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room once more as he spanks her harshly on her right cheek. Hermione lets out a howl of pain, her fingers scrunching the fabric of his pants and her toes curling.

“S-seventeen, sir.” Hermione manages to sob out between whimpers of pain, her thighs rubbing together trying to ease the ache of her empty cunt.

“You love that, don’t you?” Draco murmured as he soothed her reddened arse with his palm. “You love it when I give you pain, when I spank your arse red and raw, yeah?”

Her cheek brushes against his thigh as she nods. “Yes sir, I love it.”

“What do you like most about getting spanked?” Draco combs some stray tawny curls behind her ear and massages his way down her back before reaching her arse again while he waits for her to respond.

“W-when you spank me so much that I can’t even sit down the next day without aching—I like that the most. When I need to sit down and do paperwork, t-the pain makes me think of you all day.”

Hermione’s face was already flushed from the pain and arousal, but it darkened even more from her answer.

“Good, fuck, that is a good answer, darling.” Draco groaned out before raising his hand in preparation. “Now, you are going to take three more strikes and then I’m going to fuck this pretty cunt so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You will have to sit on this gorgeous red. Arse. All. Day.”

Draco alternated each arse cheek with a strong slap as he said the last three words, so quick and harsh, Hermione lolled her tongue out of her mouth with a shocked groan and she forgot to count.

As she recovered from the strikes, she hurriedly tried to correct her mistake, “N-no, wait, eighteen, nineteen—”

Draco interrupted her with a dark chuckle, “Sorry, darling, you’re too slow. Make sure to count them properly this time.”

Hermione let out a snuffle of pain, but nodded, and counted properly when he spanked her again.

“E-eighteen, sir.” Hermione hiccupped, her pale eyes glossing over with unshed tears as she looked up at Draco.

The next hit had her tears spilling over as she barely managed to number the strike.

“Good, very good darling. Just one more.”

“Yes sir,” she mewls prettily and Draco smiles to himself before spanking her, right on her aching cunt.

Hermione howls like a dog as she comes, her body writhing on Draco’s lap, not ready for the attack on her needy cunt. Draco dipped two fingers into her, moaning as her warm and wet walls contracted desperately around his fingers, covering them with her slick.

“Coming from getting spanked?” Draco kissed his teeth in mock disappointment as his continued to flex his fingers inside her cunt, pressing against the spongey tissue of her g-spot.

“Oh no, oh no, no, no, please, sir—I can’t—so fucking sensitive—” Hermione started babbling, her face scrunched in distress as Draco continued to pleasure her overstimulated cunt without mercy.

“What? You can’t possibly come again, right? Not that quick, right? Only a whore would come again so quickly.” Draco begins to wipe away the remnants of tears on Hermione’s face as her mouth goes agog and her thighs begin to quiver once more. Her mound rubbing against the fabric of his pants, her clit brushing against him in time with the flex of his fingers.

“Sir—sir! Please! Please, I—”

“That’s it, that’s it, you whore, come.”

Hermione’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, her mouth twitched open in a silent scream as her body quaked on top of Draco’s lap. Draco removed his fingers from her dripping cunt and caressed her arse as he let her come down from her orgasm without overstimulation this time.

“Don’t think we are done, darling,” Draco warned her, as he picked up the almost comatose witch and began carrying her toward their bed. He tossed her onto the mattress and Hermione let out a hiss as her bruised arse made contact with the soft bedding. Draco stripped out his clothing and pumped his cock with his hand as he moved onto the bed. Hermione’s brown eyes widened, and she licked her plump bottom lip as she stared unabashedly at his throbbing cock.

“Now spread that cunt for me so I can make a mess of it.”

Hermione locked eyes with Draco, nearly panting with lust as she answered him, “Yes sir.”