My Muggle

Draco felt insatiable. After fours hours, he finally collapsed from exhaustion. He knew Robyn must be even more tired than he was, but she hadn’t said anything yet. He leaned over and kissed her neck once more, feeling her tense under his lips.

“If you start this again, I’m probably going to fall asleep in the middle of it.”

Draco smirked and said, “Not to worry, you can rest now.”

She sighed and closed her eyes.

Draco stared at her naked body, sweating, smelling strongly of sweat and sex, and damned his physical limitations again. He wished he could have gone on forever and ever, and so could Robyn. But, as Robyn’s breathing became deep and even, he remembered that they were both human and he should probably get some sleep too. He had come nearly 10 times today since that first time when Robyn had let him penetrate her, his fingers were aching and sore from working inside her, his back hurt where her nails had dug into him, his lips felt puff from kissing and he was sticky with sweat and everything else that came with having sex.

Lying one hand on Robyn’s shoulder, Draco closed his eyes and allowed himself some much-needed sleep.

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“Master Malfoy?”

Draco tried to block out the offending voice. He wanted to sleep more.

“Master Malfoy…” A hand shook him.

“What is it?” he groaned.

A finger pried open one eye and he winced, trying to blink away the fuzz that was keeping him from seeing his intruder. They were interrupting a very good dream that Robyn had finally agreed to have sex with him and they did it for hours.

When he finally focused, though, it was Robyn staring at him. “Master Malfoy, you need to eat something. It’s, like, 3 AM and I don’t think you’ve eaten in a while.”

He pushed his face into the pillow. “I ate before I went to bed,” he lied. He had no memory of eating. All he could think of was his dream, of pressing into Robyn again and again, of her on her back, saying his name anytime he’d asked, their hot flesh seeming to melt together. He didn’t even remember coming to bed, or even of falling asleep. Someone must have come to put him in bed after he fell asleep on the sofa or something. There was still one very large issue though… Where in Hell were his clothes?

Robyn shook him again. “No you didn’t. You haven’t eaten since yesterday before we started… you know…”

Draco froze. It had really happened. He had simply assumed that it was a very vivid dream, not the real, honest truth! He looked up into her face and stared for a moment. “We had sex for four hours yesterday," he stated, shocked.

Robyn’s face flushed and became serious. “There was a reason.”

Draco thought back. What had happened before he went to sleep? Sex. And before that? More sex. All he could think of was the sex they’d had for so long.

She shoved him and stood up. “You forgot. I knew I couldn’t trust you. Forget it, you couldn’t help me anyway. Hope you enjoyed the ride.”

Realizing his mistake, Draco jumped out of the bed and grabbed her arm. “No, Robyn! What was it? I can’t remember anything past,” he took her face, “you, lying below me, with my heat all around you. And being inside of you.” He kissed her passionately.

She pushed him away. “Yer gonna to have to tie me down if ya’ ever want that to happen agin. I ain’t never, ever gonna touch ya’ again. Ever.”

Draco bristled. Not even her cute little accent could take any of his anger away. Who had given her the right? She was his slave! She had no say in this matter! He scowled at her. “Is that so?”

“Yes, it is.”

Their eyes were so cold, glaring intensely at one another. “And what are you going to do to stop me?”

“Anything I can.”

Draco stalked over to the bedside table and snatched his wand, pointing it back at her. “Suppose I hurt you for disobeying me. Suppose I use the curse Father did?”

Robyn pulled up the shirt she had put on, obviously one from his father’s stash, but at least it fit her, to show her scarred stomach. “Whatever. It’s not like I haven’t felt it all before.”

She yanked her shirt down and reached for the door.

“Stop,” he hissed, pointing at the door with his wand. It slammed shut and locked in front of her. Draco Malfoy felt like his old self, from before he graduated. He stormed forward and put the wand to her neck. “And if I kill you?”

Robyn didn’t flinch, she didn’t show fear or panic. All he saw was sorrow. “Then I’ll never find them.”

Stunned, Draco watched his slave, seconds ago glaring fearlessly in his face, defying her master, dissolve into tears and slide down to the floor. “Find… Oh!” Draco finally remembered the fight he’d seen in the pensieve from Jeanine’s memory. Robyn had been crying about not being able to find her friends again. He knelt down beside her. “I didn’t say that I wouldn’t help you, did I? Wasn’t that the whole reason I didn’t have to force all of that out of you before?”

Robyn just sobbed.

Draco looked around hesitantly, wondering what to do. Should he pat her on the back? Leave her alone? Have sex again?

Probably not the last one…

Wiping at her face, Robyn looked up at him. “You’re going to help me?” she sniffled.

Draco nodded unsurely. “Only if you behave.”

“Behave how?” she shot back.

Draco raised one pale eyebrow. “Do as you’re told, keep out of Father’s way, stay out of fights with the other girls-”

“She started it.” When Draco gave her a look, she changed pace. “What if I try to stay out of your father’s way, but he goes out of his way to mess with me?”

He stood and held out a hand to her. “We’ll deal with that if it comes. I’m hungry. Would you like to come get some breakfast?”

Robyn smirked, still teary. “Would you like to put on some pants?”

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Draco slumped into bed beside Robyn and sighed, “This was harder than I thought it would be,” he groaned into the pillow.

There was a shift next to him and the hair was pushed away from his ear. Robyn’s lips brushed him as she whispered, “should I help you relieve some tension then, Master Malfoy?” A hot kiss was planted on his neck.

Draco jumped and looked up at her. “Robyn?”

“Yes?” She had a “come hither” look to her eyes as she tilted the corners of her full lips upwards.

Suspicious, he leaned forward and paused a centimeter away from her lips. Anytime he’d done this before, she just waited, staring at him as though he wasn’t invading her personal bubble. But now, she darted forward, taking his lips into hers and kissing him aggressively, attempting to use tongue already.

Draco allowed this for a moment, imagining that it really was Robyn, that she wanted him this badly, and then bit her bottom lip, hard.

“Ah!” She yanked back and looked at the blood.

If this was Robyn at all, she would slap him, hard, so Draco grabbed her wrists in a bruising grip and pulled her forward. “Call me Master, Robyn,’ he muttered, grinding his hips against her.

“Ah… Master… Master Malfoy…” Imperio? Probably not. One last test.

He nipped her ear hard enough to make her yelp. “Say you want my fat dick in your pussy, bitch.”

“I- I want-”

Draco put a hand over her bleeding lips. No matter how deep, if it had been Robyn, she would never, never say that. She didn’t even like it when they talked during sex. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, Marietta?”

Robyn’s head nodded.

Draco let her go and stood. She stared up at him, shocked. “Where is Robyn?”

“She- She-”

“Marietta, what have you done?”

“Nothing!” she yelped. “Master Malfoy gave me the potion and sent me up here. He said to take it as soon as you got home.”

Draco snatched his wand from the table once more. “How long? HOW LONG?!”

Marietta floundered in Robyn’s body. “O-Only a few minutes ago. He took her in there with him.”

With a furious growl, Draco apparated to his father’s chambers.

Robyn was lying on the bed, chained and naked, while Lucius groped and kissed her chest. Her body was littered with angry red marks and tears were streaming down her face. Since she wasn’t screaming for help, and there was no gag or muffler of any kind, Draco assumed there had been a silencing charm.

“FATHER STOP!”

Lucius sighed and looked up at his son. “What is it Draco?”

He stomped over and zapped the cuffs from Robyn wrists, pulling her up with him. “I asked you not to touch my slaves, Father.”

Lucius frowned harder. “I don’t understand what your fascination with this particular muggle is, Draco. I let you have free reign over mine and you’ve never seemed to mind before.”

“Father I never touched your filthy concubines.” As he held Robyn’s frame up while she cried silently, he lied, “And frankly, I don’t want any of the diseases you’ve contracted so far.” With that, he apparated away to his room.

Draco lifted the silencing curse and Robyn’s sobs became loud and violent. “Did he hurt you?”

“Yes, he fucking hurt me!” she hissed.

Draco sat down on the bed while she sat on the floor. “You-”

“Thank you…” Robyn whispered.

Startled, Draco stared for a moment. “What?”

“Thank you. For saving me from him. He… he would have raped me…”

Draco touched her face. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you. Ever.”

“Don’t leave me with him. Please, please don’t leave me with him.”

Draco nodded and ran one hand through his hair. “I won’t leave you with him, Robyn.”

“Promise me,” she insisted.

“I promise.”

Robyn swiped at her face and shuffled up onto the bed beside him. “I’m good now.” She sniffed, hard. “I’m good. I’m just glad I didn’t have to sleep with him. Sex with him would have been…” She shuddered.

Draco pushed her back with a grin. “And sex with me is…?”

Robyn frowned up at him. “Tolerable and necessary,” she snapped.

Draco frowned and rolled off of her.

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A/N: EEEEK! XD Thank you so much for the reviews Leonora! Thanks so much! <3

Also, did i seriously spell his name wrong this whole time just because I was too lazy to look it up. I'm an idiot. TT-TT I'll go back an fix it... Later...

Also, this would have been longer and up way, way sooner. BUT I LOST IT. TWICE. TT-TT It was hard to try to rewrite most of it...