My Muggle

In the end, Draco had decided against the love potion. He would have Robyn on his terms, and if his terms turned out to be her terms, so be it.
It took a while, but Draco finally talked Robyn into laying in the bed with him while they slept, and he agreed not to touch her while she slept if she promised not to kill him in his sleep.
But when Draco woke up, he was lying on his back, one arm curled around her, while she snuggled up to his side and shivered. He tried to take his arm away, but she mumbled something about the ice cream being too cold and he replaced it. Was it a deal breaker if she was the one on him? He took her hand gingerly, carefully, and moved it from his chest to his shaft, only the thin silk between their flesh. Her warm hand called his prick to call to attention a bit and Draco pulled it once more, this time down into his pants, curling her fingers around him and stroking gingerly. Guiding her hand back and forth, Draco pumped until he was hard and both of their hands were covered in pre-cum. With a tentative look at Robyn, he decided it was best to finish this without her hand in the middle. He rested her now on his thigh, just out of the way, and began to pump vigorously. Visions of the night before swam in his head, most of them from his watching her in the bath without her knowledge. He bit his lip, holding back the sounds he knew he always made, until he released all over the silk with a massive twitch and arching of his back.
Finally, when he was just reaching for his wand to clean up, Robyn stirred. In his post-orgasmic cloud, he panicked, wiped his hand on the sheet, and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Robyn stretched some, moving this way and that and nuzzling her head into his chest. In a happily sleepy voice, she slurred, “I can’t believe I finally got my heating- Wait.” Her voice dropped and she felt of the silk where her hand was, of the fluid coating it. “Is that…? What is- Oh my gosh.” She yanked out her hand and, after a second or two, screamed for all she was worth.
Draco jolted, pretending to wake with a start. “What? What is it?”
Robyn’s eyes were filled with shame and horror as she stared at her hand. “What is this goop! Please tell me we were attacked my goop aliens!”
Goop? It wasn’t goopy, he thought defensively. It wasn’t even moderately goopy. Draco looked down, under the blanket and beneath his pants, and grinned. “I’m afraid not, Robyn. I seem to have… had a wet dream?”
Her face contorted in even more disgust. “So… this is…?”
“Yes.”
She let out another, blood curdling shriek and reached to wipe it on him, but was caught by his hand.
“Taste it,” he said. It didn’t sound like an order, like she had to. It was closer to a… suggestion.
Robyn hesitated. Draco stared at her in surprise. Was she really going to do it that easily? “I- I don’t know… I mean, I’ve always said I’ll try anything once, but this is a little too far…”
Draco leaned forward, touching his lips barely to her hand “If I do it, will you?”
Robyn looked flabbergasted. “Why would you do- Hey!”
Draco’s tongue licked her finger from base to tip, and then he took it into his mouth, cleaning every bit of his own seed from that one finger with small sucks and a lot of licking. “Try it,” he insisted, licking her palm.
With a wrinkled nose, Robyn leaned forward and put the tip of her finger into her own mouth. “Mmmng…” she whined. “It’s wierrrrrrrd…”
Draco locked eyes with her. “You were the one with your hand down my pants,” he accused. Another finger into his mouth.
Robyn frowned and yanked her hand away from him. “I need to wash my hands now. Thanks.”
She rolled out of the bed and stalked out to the bathroom.


“Master Malfoy!”
Draco sighed. “What now, Katie?”
Katie and Gizela, the prettiest of Lucious’s concubines (though she didn’t speak much English) ran inside, huffing. “Robyn!” Katie gasped
Draco looked at them over his book. “What about her?”
A long stream of foreign words streamed from Gizela’s mouth in a panicked rush. It was always fun to watch Gizela talk. She talked with her hands and it never made any sense, as Draco didn’t speak Czechoslovakian. “Katie, what’s happening?”
“Robyn got into a fight.”
Draco bolted upright. “With father?” How did that happen? Father was away on business.
“With Marietta. Kabili is trying to break them up, but they won’t quit and Jeanine is just egging them on.”
Draco forgot apparition and ran down the stairs. “Robyn! Marietta! Stop fighting, now!”
Marietta shoved once and backed away, but Robyn came right back with a powerful left hook. Another from the right. Uppercut. Uppercut. Gut-shot. Kick. Finally, when his voice was sore, Draco pointed his wand and yelled, “Impedimenta!”
Robyn flew back from her barrage and froze. Immediately, Draco tugged the imaginary rope twice. “What was that?” he demanded as she slammed into him. Her face was red and teary, eyes bloodshot and watering, blood running from her nose and a cut on her forehead. Marietta had not been merciful. “Robyn! What was that?” He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. She held his eyes for only a moment and then jerked her face away and looked down again. Scratches riddled her pretty face. Draco released her and pointed to the bathroom. Wordlessly, she complied, leaving to go clean herself up.
In turn, Draco pointed his wand at Marietta. “Explain. Now.”
She was in much worse shape. Blood ran from her scalp freely, down past her clearly broken nose and her swollen cheek and jaw. She was breathing heavily and wincing with each breath. Broken nails, a few scratches, bruises all over. If Marietta hadn’t been kind, Robyn had been ruthless.
“Crazy!” she hissed. “That girl is insane!” When Draco only glared, she swallowed. “She hit me first.”
Jeanine let out a bark-like laugh. “Let me tell you the truth, Master Draco.” Jeanine was the only one allowed to call him that. She was the eldest and had been there first. She was also one of Lucious's favorite's. "I saw the whole thing. You have a pensieve, don't you?"
Marietta's features turned desperate. "No, please!"
"Accio pensieve!" he said, ignoring her plea. Draco extracted the memory from Jeanine's mind and held it while the pensieve flew down the stairs.
Dropping the silvery strand into the mirrored surface, he dove in alone, ready to see what could make Robyn nearly kill Marietta.
The memory began with Kibili and Gizela sitting beside Robyn while she cried. Both of them in his father's typical uniform for slaves: the silver and green lingerie they had become so used to. Draco had given Robyn mercy and allowed her to wear a short, frayed muggled skirt made of something called "denim" and a white shirt, which was kept unbuttoned so that he could see the black and light blue bra he'd bought her. Jeanine was sitting on a desk, legs crossed, swishing a quill absently in the air.
Marietta stalked into the room and paused with one look at Robyn. "What's wrong with you?" she demanded. "Draco too big for the little girl?"
Jeanine rolled her eyes. "Leave her alone, Mari. She's brand new."
"Oh, please," she hissed. "No one coddled me when I came here!"
Gizela said something quietly in Czechoslovakian. "
"What was that, mail-order bride?"
"Oooooh! Burn! Wow, what a great comeback. I'm sure Gizela with be nursing that for days."
Marietta pulled a face at her. Draco wanted to fast forward through this part, but just as he thought it, Marietta was turning back to Robyn. "You know, if you can't take the heat, get out of the bedroom, okay, little girl?"
Robyn looked up and stopped crying for a moment. "What?"
Pleased, Marietta crossed her arms and smirked. "You heard me."
"Yeah, I did," Robyn said. "But I have no idea what the hell you're talking about."
Marietta's smirk became a scowl and she charged forward, grabbing Robyn by the hair. "I'll bet you couldn't even make your master come last night! Crying because he's going to give you to Lucious?"
Robyn glared and grabbed Marietta's hand, hard enough to make her yell out, and twisted it away from her head. "Listen to me, bitch. I've been all over this world, to places you've never heard of, and rejection isn't something I'm worried about. But now, all that bitching and moving around and making a name for myself in the trade world is ruined because Draco fucking Malfoy got a little fucking crush. Now, all that moving is over and I'm never going to find them. So you just go back to your little fantasies about how good he was in bed, because you're never gonna find out. I don't think he wants Daddy's sloppy seconds."
Jeanine as covering her mouth, smiling, and going, "Ooooooooh!" Kibili was even grinning a bit. Gizela was covering her mouth as well, her eyes wide.
Marietta's face contorted in fury and she slapped Robyn hard across the face. "Your family is dead, bitch. The Death Eaters killed them just like they killed everyone else-"
"YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!" Robyn roared, shoving the other slave in the chest. Marietta fell to the ground and Robyn loomed over her. "My friends are out there somewhere and they're looking for me too, I know it. It'll just be harder now, to get away when we find each other."
Marietta watched her turn away and drew one foot around her legs. "They are dead and gone and you have nothing left! Be grateful Draco even looked at you, you ugly piece of shit! You probably haven't even done it yet!"
Robyn turned around and grabbed Marietta's hair and yanked her, hard. Draco stared as she let the lie tumble from her full lips. "We did. All last night. Every time I thought he was done, he'd come crawling back for more. Best sex I've ever had. He made me come so many times last night." With one last, good yank she threw the black-haired girl to the ground hard enough to smack her head on the floor.
Draco's jaw dropped.
But the words had their effect. Marietta was madder than Draco had ever seen her. As she reached up to feel of the blood leaking from her scalp, she screamed, "You're stupid friends probably got fucked to death by the Dark Lord himself! They are deader than dornails and you are NEVER GOING TO SEE THEM AGAIN!"
Robyn was apparently done with words. She spun and grabbed Marietta by the neck and yanked her up, landing one solid punch after another on her body. It didn't take long for Marietta to strike back, though.
Gizela stood up and began to panic, loudly, and in nothing but unknown words. She pulled Kibili up and pulled and pointed her to the two fighting. Jeanine was laughing uncontrollably, shouting and cheering Robyn on, and calling out lies about the things he and Robyn had been doing. They sounded pretty good to him.
Gizela ran through him, yelling, "Katie! Katie!"
Kibili was doing no good whatsoever, only managing to allow each girl to get in an extra shot or two while the other was being pulled back.
Draco had seen enough. He withdrew himself from the pensieve and looked around at his father's five concubines, all of them waiting with different expressions for his decision. "Marietta, you will wait in the basement with the house elves until Father returns and I will tell him then about this. He will make a decision when he returns."
She made a small, outraged, hurt noise but stomped off with a pout when he glared at her.
"Jeanine, please don't make the fights worse."
She sighed. "No promises, Master Draco."
No less was to be expected from her. He pulled out his wand and healed the cuts and bruises Kibili had from trying to stop the fight. "The rest of you can go. Cinnamon!" A thin, lean house elf hurried in to stand before him. "Go on and heal Marietta. And while she's staying with you all in the basement, please don't go out of your way to make her comfortable. She's there as punishment."
She nodded and bowed low, scraping the ground with her long nose before she disappeared with a crack.
Draco apparated to the bathroom and heard a startled scream and a splash. Robyn looked up at him from the claw-footed tub by the wall, crossing her arms over chest. It didn't help much. Her boobs were too big to be contained by a set of arms. "Don't scare me like that!" she chided.
"Are you alright?" he asked, stepping forward, kneeling down, and touching her scratched face gingerly.
"I'm fine," Robyn snapped, turning her face away angrily.
Draco pulled out his wand and muttered the spell to heal her. When he was done, he pulled her face back to him. "See? No scars this time." She didn't look up into his eyes. "You lied."
"About what?"
"You told Marietta that we had sex."
Robyn blushed and crossed her arms tighter, then her legs underneath the water. "I wanted to get back at her."
Draco pulled her face up to look him in the eyes. "I don't think it was fair of you to lie." He pressed his lips to hers gently, then more and more firm.
With a splash, Robyn pulled back. "I'm not going to-"
"The fight was about your friends, wasn't it?" Draco asked, taking her arm, wrapped firmly around her chest, and sliding her back to him. "You want to find them?"
Robyn froze, her whole body tensing.
Draco placed a hot kiss on her neck, then whispered in her ear, "I could help you..."
She closed her eyes and swallowed, then turned to him. "What do I need to do?"
Draco smirked, something he hadn't done in a while, and pulled Robyns arms away from her chest, staring greedily at her breasts. He leaned in, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her jaw, while he pulled the plug out of the drain. His hand tangled in her hair and she began to tug on his robe, pulling it off of his shoulders. Surprised, he drew back.
Robyn's face was the picture of focus as she fumbled with his robe. When she noticed he'd stopped, she locked her wide blue eyes with his silver. "Is this what it takes? Can you help me get them back?"
Draco hesitated, unsure of whether he could help her. But the need in her eyes... he could imagine that need was for him... He nodded.
Robyn wasted no time. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down as she came up to meet lips, running her tongue over them urgently. When his lips parted, her tongue entered his waiting mouth and searched it thoroughly.
Draco's hand touched her bare waist and she intook her breath sharply. He pulled back from her kiss and whispered her name as he kissed her neck once more, tangling his hand in her long, wet hair. He reached up and nipped her ear gently and she gasped, cleching her hand in Draco's blonde hair. He grinned against her neck. He'd found her spot. He came back to her ear and nibbled on the lobe.
"D-don't..." she mumbled. "This is-"
Draco shut her up quickly with his lips and pulled her up and wrapped her legs around him, stumbling out of the bathroom and across to his own room, where he let her down on the bed. He laid over her and kissed down her wet body, pausing at her breasts to cover them in hot kisses and licks, and once again at her stomach, to touch each scar gently with him lips before coming back up. While he nibbled on her ear once more, one of his hands ran down her body softly and found her vagina, surprisingly wet. It really is her spot...
"Stop..." she whined. "If we're gonna do it, can't we just get you off and then be done with it?"
Draco sighed into her ear and she yelped, squirming against his hand and under his body. "You know, when you move like this," he blew gently in her ear again and she squirmed. "And when I can feel how hot you are here," he rubbed his middle finger against her clit, "I get off just as much as you do."
Robyn frowned at him, still flushed and writhing in pleasure as he pressed one finger into her. Impatiently, she pulled his robes up over his head, interrupting his hand's busy teasing.
Draco smirked again. "If I didn't know any better, I say you wanted me as bad I want you."
She frowned again and touched the evidence of his burning desire through the cloth still covering it. "Good thing you know better then." Her hand touched the skin of his belly before it snaked down to the tender flesh of his hard manhood. He gasped as she worked her fingers around him.
"It's a lot easier," he gasped, "if you give me a chance to take off my pants." Reluctantly, he rolled off of her body, letting her hand slip away while he wrestled with the only bit of clothing keeping him from his waiting Robyn. Once they were removed, he tossed his pants aside and quickly replaced himself over her and kissed her.
"Is this the part where we have hot passionate love?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
He smirked. "Yes. It is, as a matter of fact." He immediately positioned himself and drove into her, breaking the seal and letting the blood from her popped cherry flow out as she let out a gasp.
"Ah! You- I- It- Ah..."
Draco smirked once more. "Do you like having my dick in your tight-"
"Shut up. Now," Robyn hissed, digging her nails into his back. It was not a good sensation. She arched her back, bringing him back to the matter at... hand. Draco pulled out of her tight entrance slowly, reveling in the sounds she made, and pushed back in hard, deeper than before. She gasped again, differently than before. He pushed again, burying deeper and deeper with each stroke until he was buried to the hilt, moaning. A few more, just as deep and faster each time, his balls slapping her skin as he moaned, until he came with a loud cry, his seed pumping out, wave after wave, until it spilled out onto the sheets. Draco sat for a moment in ecstasy, then looked back down at the flushed face beneath him. "Robyn?"
Her eyes were closed. "Mm?"
"Was... was it...?"
"Shut up." She looked up at him. "If you're quite finished, could you get off of me?"
Worst. Sex slave. Ever. "Do you want me to make you...?" he asked, unsure of what she might want.
Robyn gave him an odd look. "Make me what? You can't go again any time soon, can you? Are wizards special or something?"
He smirked and shook his head, taking his wand and cleaning the bed up, then reaching down to do his part.
"What- What are- Stop tha-aaaat. Nnnn..."
Draco grinned and nipped at her ear again.

Yay! A plot! Woohoo! (please review, I'm new to the smut scene and EXTREMELY unsure...)