In the Dragons Lair
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
17,195
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26
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Part IV
Pulling away from the kiss, he sat back on his knees before slowly sliding off the bed.
Draco stood in front of Hermione, tying her back to the bed. Her legs were spread against her will, juices still flowing out of her control. Her body slick with sweat and shivering from the orgasm she received as torture. The pleasure in itself brutal and unrelenting.
Leaning over her, Draco kissed her again, before moving down her neck, between her breasts, her plump belly and over her clit, giving on last lick.
Sitting back, Draco began to undress. Hermione watched his every move, she was completely terrified for what he would do next. When the last piece of clothing fell onto the floor, her eyes went wide. She licked her suddenly dry lips, unable to look away as he began to stroke his large rock hard penis.
“Do you like?” he asked. She jumped, her head snapping to meet his unsurprisingly cold ones as tears formed in her own. Unable to speak, she shook her head frantically and made an feeble attempt to close her legs. He leaned over her once again, watching as tears fell from her eyes. As he placed kisses over her face, he grabbed her already bruised thigh and forced it open.
Reaching down, he began to stroke himself, rubbing against her opening, moistening himself as he began to enter her. “Mmm…” Draco moaned, beginning his slow thrusting. Shivering, he spoke in a low breathless whisper, “So beautiful.” He kissed her ear, “So warm and welcoming,” his thrusts becoming faster.
Kissing the tears out of her eyes, Draco spoke again, “Why do you do this to yourself?” Increasing his thrust to rapid speed. “Why… won’t… you… fucking… listen?” He accentuated each with a long hard stroke, the final thrust causing both him and Hermione to come.
Hermione cried silent tears. “I loved you, you know,” Draco stated, unsettling sincerity in his eyes as they met in a very one-sided kiss. His hands began to roam around her body, feeling her curves, caressing her breasts and buttocks. He told her, “You could’ve been mine. You could’ve had everything you ever wanted. This could’ve been my baby instead of that traitor’s.”
“But you always have to be a bitch,” he yelled, rolling off her. “Now stop you fucking whining and turn around.” He removed her bonds. “On your stomach. Now! ” Draco screamed at her, watching her hesitations. Rolling over, Hermione began to cry harder, feeling her ass being lifted into the air.
Draco smacked one of the cheeks, kissing and licking the hand shaped bruise, then smacking the spot with more force. He reached a hand over her body, pushing her face into a pillow. Kissing down her spine, he whispered seductively to Hermione, “I suggest you save your tears for what’s coming next.”
Draco rubbed the tip of his penis against the opening of her anus, gripping her hair and roughly pulling her against him. Her back on his chest. He kissed her earlobe, his other hand roaming her body once again, the grip on her hair holding her on place.
Reaching behind him, Draco grabbed a vial of thick yellow potion, uncorking it and pushing the vial against her lips. “Please… don’t...” Hermione out, reluctantly swallowing the foul tasting potion. “Hush darling,” Draco replied, returning her to her original position. “It’ll only hurt at first.”
He entered her as soon as the last word left his mouth. “Ahh…” Hermione screamed loud enough to uproot the mansion from its sturdy foundations. It was as if she was a banshee who had found its next victim. Draco continued to pump into her as if nothing was wrong. He took long hard strokes as she screamed out in pain. Nearing climax, he paused, pulling out and pushing her onto her back. He finished himself off, forcing her to climax once again in time with him.
Pulling out one last time, Draco cradled behind Hermione, whispering “I love you” repeatedly as he drifted of to sleep. In pain and exhausted, eyes dry of tears, throat hoarse from screams, Hermione laid. Staring at the wall, no more than a shell of her former self, she lays, silently awaiting rescue, knowing none will come.
Unable to fight, she falls asleep, hurt and confused as to the night’s events, barely whispering, “I loved you, too”
Draco stood in front of Hermione, tying her back to the bed. Her legs were spread against her will, juices still flowing out of her control. Her body slick with sweat and shivering from the orgasm she received as torture. The pleasure in itself brutal and unrelenting.
Leaning over her, Draco kissed her again, before moving down her neck, between her breasts, her plump belly and over her clit, giving on last lick.
Sitting back, Draco began to undress. Hermione watched his every move, she was completely terrified for what he would do next. When the last piece of clothing fell onto the floor, her eyes went wide. She licked her suddenly dry lips, unable to look away as he began to stroke his large rock hard penis.
“Do you like?” he asked. She jumped, her head snapping to meet his unsurprisingly cold ones as tears formed in her own. Unable to speak, she shook her head frantically and made an feeble attempt to close her legs. He leaned over her once again, watching as tears fell from her eyes. As he placed kisses over her face, he grabbed her already bruised thigh and forced it open.
Reaching down, he began to stroke himself, rubbing against her opening, moistening himself as he began to enter her. “Mmm…” Draco moaned, beginning his slow thrusting. Shivering, he spoke in a low breathless whisper, “So beautiful.” He kissed her ear, “So warm and welcoming,” his thrusts becoming faster.
Kissing the tears out of her eyes, Draco spoke again, “Why do you do this to yourself?” Increasing his thrust to rapid speed. “Why… won’t… you… fucking… listen?” He accentuated each with a long hard stroke, the final thrust causing both him and Hermione to come.
Hermione cried silent tears. “I loved you, you know,” Draco stated, unsettling sincerity in his eyes as they met in a very one-sided kiss. His hands began to roam around her body, feeling her curves, caressing her breasts and buttocks. He told her, “You could’ve been mine. You could’ve had everything you ever wanted. This could’ve been my baby instead of that traitor’s.”
“But you always have to be a bitch,” he yelled, rolling off her. “Now stop you fucking whining and turn around.” He removed her bonds. “On your stomach. Now! ” Draco screamed at her, watching her hesitations. Rolling over, Hermione began to cry harder, feeling her ass being lifted into the air.
Draco smacked one of the cheeks, kissing and licking the hand shaped bruise, then smacking the spot with more force. He reached a hand over her body, pushing her face into a pillow. Kissing down her spine, he whispered seductively to Hermione, “I suggest you save your tears for what’s coming next.”
Draco rubbed the tip of his penis against the opening of her anus, gripping her hair and roughly pulling her against him. Her back on his chest. He kissed her earlobe, his other hand roaming her body once again, the grip on her hair holding her on place.
Reaching behind him, Draco grabbed a vial of thick yellow potion, uncorking it and pushing the vial against her lips. “Please… don’t...” Hermione out, reluctantly swallowing the foul tasting potion. “Hush darling,” Draco replied, returning her to her original position. “It’ll only hurt at first.”
He entered her as soon as the last word left his mouth. “Ahh…” Hermione screamed loud enough to uproot the mansion from its sturdy foundations. It was as if she was a banshee who had found its next victim. Draco continued to pump into her as if nothing was wrong. He took long hard strokes as she screamed out in pain. Nearing climax, he paused, pulling out and pushing her onto her back. He finished himself off, forcing her to climax once again in time with him.
Pulling out one last time, Draco cradled behind Hermione, whispering “I love you” repeatedly as he drifted of to sleep. In pain and exhausted, eyes dry of tears, throat hoarse from screams, Hermione laid. Staring at the wall, no more than a shell of her former self, she lays, silently awaiting rescue, knowing none will come.
Unable to fight, she falls asleep, hurt and confused as to the night’s events, barely whispering, “I loved you, too”