Fairy Tales

It is a rather odd feeling…the feeling of total contentment. Echo had never felt this swirling emotion before, it rather pleased her though. She had been lying in the bed next to her future husband. He was dreaming, she could tell by the way his eyes fluttered. She momentarily wondered if she could get away with performing a very rudimentary legelimency spell…just to see if the dream was a pleasant one. She had already visited the bath chambers, taking time to freshen her breath, pull a brush through her hair and of course, use the facilities. Now, she was lying next to the man that shortly would become her mate, staring at him as if he would do something fabulous any moment. His face contorted and he grimaced, looking for a moment as if he was in pain. She shifted towards him, her body pressed up next to his, enjoying the heat that was coming from his body. Slowly, she leaned in and planted a light kiss on his chest.

“Don’t start what you’re too afraid to finish.”

“I was under the impression that you were still asleep” she smiled. “Besides, I long grew out of my fears of you.”

“Really?” questioned Draco. He rolled over, grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed, his hard body pressing into the softness of her skin. She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh and he shifted upwards on his knees, trusted his cock against her skin and pulled her into the most passionate kiss she had ever thought possible. When he finished, she was gasping for air to her brain. Dizzy, she looked into his cool grey eyes to see him smiling. “Guess I’ll have to work on scaring you from now on.” He leaned into her lips again and took them, one hand supporting him as he had released her hands, the other making its way towards her breasts. “You have grown into quite a lovely woman” he whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. He smiled at her and chuckled, “You can touch me, I am practically yours….just days away really.” Again, he leaned forward to capture her lips, cupping her large breast he let out a groan. Never releasing her gaze he moved down her body and took a nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, laving it with his mouth. Shifting towards the mate, he repeated his attentions, “Can’t be unfair now, can we?” She was breathless as she slightly shook her head “No”. Draco could not suppress the chuckle that had built up with in him. Her arms were still in the position that he had put them in, spreading her legs he moved to his knees between them. “Here, let me help” he stated as he took one of her hands and brought it to his chest. He placed her hand on his abs and started moving her hand over them. Her touch was so light it almost tickled, but as he continued to run her hand over his skin, she found some courage and began to make the movements herself. “Yes, you can touch me…I enjoy being touched just as much as you do, maybe more” he smiled. She was getting bolder, running her fingers over the taught skin of his stomach, moving to his chest, his neck, his face. She had begun this action with vigor. Both hands going in different directions, the feel was too intense, he laid his head back and moaned, “Damn, that’s so nice…” Pulling into his lap she sat where her sex was covering his, she was slick and blazing hot, Draco had to take her. The wedding was so close…what is a few days….Renewing his kisses with a feverish attack, he took her back down towards the bed, scraping his penis against her opening and crossing her clit, she screamed into his mouth, her eyes flew open and she said, “What was that?” He started laughing at her, “You have experienced that sensation before, I have felt you.”

“Never that…I have never felt that.”

“Well, I shall have to correct that. All women need that particular feeling” he stated very matter-of-factly as his head dipped into her most private part and she felt his teeth and tongue latch onto the bundle of nerves. She reached down and took a handful of his long hair into her hands, pulling it with some force. His face seemed to be buried inside her soul. She had words coming from her mouth that were unrecognized, he was sure that soon she would explode on him, again he grazed her clit with his teeth and she let out the most wonderful moan, then tensed. “No, little one” he said to her, “Ride the feelings out, do not shove them away.” The tension in her body started to disappear, her orgasm returning. When she finally calmed, her breathing was unsteady, “Shall I call a medi-witch?”

“Fuck you, Malfoy”

He laughed, taking her check into his hand, caressing her skin, “I fully intend on fucking you, woman.”

He positioned himself atop of her, taking her lips into his, enjoying the sensation that her tongue was causing his mouth. His cock was lined up for a direct entrance, he figured faster was better than slower. He eased the head of himself into her and broke the kiss, looking deep into her eyes, he started to whisper that it would not hurt much, that he would take care of her always, instead he found himself flying through the air and landing rather uncomfortably atop his dresser. Looking up he found not only his father but hers. But what was worse than facing both these men unarmed and naked was that Severus Snape stood at the doorframe smirking. Cock deflating rapidly, he stood and grabbed a pair of trousers to cover himself.

“Was all that necessary?”

Lucius and Antonin seemed to upset to speak. Naturally, Snape always could think of something, “I believe that tapping you on the shoulder and suggesting, politely, that you not deflower your intended until the wedding would not have made the impression that was warranted, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Yes, well, as it stands now, she has been properly satiated and I am to have a right case of blue balls.”

“Pity” answered Snape. He really was a right bastard. “Heard that, Draco. Yes, I am a bastard.” Walking toward his god-son he looked him straight in the face and sneered “Do not take all the fun away from us. I despise weddings; the only redeeming quality is the consummation. Should I not be able to enjoy one aspect, I will be properly upset.”

Turning towards Echo, Snape gazed at her, his eyes sweeping over her half covered form, “Always a real pleasure Miss Dolohov”, he purred, “I’ll see you in potions class.”

Snape swept from the room in his traditional bat-like manner leaving two befuddled wizards standing there. Dolohov looked as if he could give Draco two new nuts hanging from his ears and still not be happy; Lucius on the other hand, was aroused. Draco stood straight, staring at his father, almost daring him to say something about his new toy. Instead Lucius turned and started towards the area of the manor that housed his whores.

Ok, I am moving the wedding up to next chapter. Please don’t be angry…oh, loads of Brandon and Hermione next…should be up this afternoon…


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