Sold

Staring down at his bride, Draco gave a smirk and then shoved his manhood into her, ripping through the hymen he had so carefully left in tact this past week. He moaned in approval and in slight pain. Dear Circe, she was tight. He could feel her straining muscles trying to force his invading member out of her body. ‘Don’t count on it,’ he thought, ‘I’ll be in here so much she’ll forget what it feels like without me.’

He looked down at her face and saw her eyes looking up at him with fear, but the knife was doing its job and she wasn’t moving. Tears coursed down her cheeks and she had cried out when he had broken her, but other than that, she was accepting what was happening to her. She was accepting him. The knife that had been used in their ceremony was ancient and had been used for generations in Malfoy wedding ceremonies. It was especially useful in getting a reluctant bride to be more amenable to her new husband’s advances so that the wedding could be consummated and whatever alliances had to be made were formed. It had a befuddlement charm on it that only caused reaction in females and a possessive charm that reacted in males. The potion and the spell would do the rest.

Leaning down, he kissed her, very gently and she responded in kind. It was the sweetest kiss he’d ever received before in his life and he was glad that it came on his wedding night. Her legs were bent at the knees and her well-rounded thighs were surrounding his hips. He could feel a thick fluid dripping from her core and smelled the metallic scent of her blood. Thinking of her blood reminded him of why he was there with her now. He deserved her, he was the only man who was worthy of the honor of being between her thighs and she had almost given that right to someone so far beneath him. If it hadn’t been for her blood, he could have had her while his father was alive. If she’d been pure blooded all it would have taken was some light pressure added to her parents and a marriage contract between them would have been procured as early as their third year. However, since she was a mudblood, that had been impossible and he’d been forced to accept the fact that he would most likely spend his life with Pansy or one of the Greengrass girls. Then the war had come and gone and even with his change of sides his family name had been besmirched so that even in Slytherin he was a social pariah. If it hadn’t been for his money, he was certain that no one would have paid him any regard at all. Now, with this law in place, her blood was once again important, but only because if it had been pure, the way he had wished it so many times in his third year, she wouldn’t be under him at the moment and they wouldn’t be married.

Growling low in his throat, he tested how she would react to movement. He pulled himself halfway out and she gave a strangled cry. Groaning, he pushed back in to the hilt and she gasped. She was very, very tight and her tiny opening was not meant to have been so violently trespassed upon. It made him feel good to know that he was the first and that even though he wasn’t what she’d wanted, he had enough power to force it on her. Grabbing arms, he held them above her head and shifted again inside her, liking the way she looked; subservient, powerless and completely submissive to him. This was how it should be. He pulled back again and then rammed himself home a little harder this time. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, but didn’t try to get away.

He remembered when tears were the only thing he could get from her. Tears and angry, flashing eyes. Now he could have anything he wanted. “Put your arms around me,” he instructed, “and kiss me.” Tentatively, she pressed her lips against his before letting her head drop back to the petals on the stone table. ‘Like you mean it!” he hissed.

She kissed him again and he bit down on her lip, making her open to him. As he swept his tongue into her mouth, she responded with the sweet movement of her own tongue against his. As they kissed, he felt her inner muscles relax at last, accepting his invasion. He languidly moved his hips and she instinctively brought hers up to meet him. It had taken awhile, but the lust potion Earhart had brewed must have finally taken affect because now one of her hands was threading its fingers through his hair. Bending down, he flicked his tongue across her nipple and he heard her gasp, except that this time it was out of pleasure and not fear.

He was very much experienced sexually. At the end of his third year, his father had taken him to Knockturn Alley and left him in a room with large chested witch with lots of make-up for close to five hours. When he emerged, feeling dirty and cheap, he had pretended to enjoy the experience to his father who spent the summer dragging his son around Europe’s best brothels. By the time his fourth year had come upon him, he knew the female body quite well and found the younger girls in his class easy prey. He entered a relationship with Pansy, hoping to form some kind of attachment to chase away the feeling of being used, but found that monogamy with someone who cared for you as little as you did for them was just as cheap. It used to make him feel powerful to be able to crook his finger at the older girls in his house and have them come running, but nothing ever provided a challenge and so nothing ever felt right. He’d always imagined that if he could get the girl who was currently under him, that cheap used feeling would go away and he was right.

She moved her hips in a slight circular pattern and trailed her hands down his back. He knew it was only the effects of the potion and the knife, but it felt wonderful. He’d watched her hands touch millions of other people at school or in Diagon Alley, but they had never touched him, not like this. He’d been horribly jealous of anything those precious hands touched, from petting her monstrosity of a cat to tucking an errant strand of hair behind her Ginny’s ear as they talked next to the lake, Draco had wanted to feel them on his face, in his hair, but she had been repulsed by him and she didn’t think he was good enough to touch.

The second his thoughts went that direction, his entire demeanor changed. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he tilted her head back and latched onto her neck with his teeth, marking her as his. He hadn’t been good enough then, but now he was her husband. He was buried inside her and it was his cock that was making her moan. Who wasn’t good enough now?

She was wet now, and his cock felt ready to burst or else it might get burned or ripped off, she was so hot and tight. Her legs had wrapped around his waist and his gentleness earlier had made her trust him. He propped himself up on his elbows and pinned her down as he worked his cock into her. He was hurting her, but he didn’t care. She was his now and that meant that she would bloody well take what he dished out. If he wanted to fuck her hard and fast like a Knockturn Alley whore, he would. With each thrust of his hips, he breasts bounced under him and he caught one with his mouth and sucked on her nipple until it pulled out of his mouth with a ‘pop’. Feeling himself about to come, he slowed his thrusts and listened to her moan her approval. He knew which angle to hit and he did. He raked his manicured nails down her ribcage to her hips, where he gripped her flesh in his bruising grip.

“Say my name,” he ordered.

“Draco,” she said, automatically, but it was without passion and didn’t satisfy him.

“Do it again, witch,” he growled.

“Draco,” she said again with fear in her voice. The fear did it for him. He buried his face in her neck and stopped seeking his own pleasure. Putting a hand between them, he rubbed her clit with a practiced thumb. She was without much experience, so right now anything he did would seem right. He was rewarded with a darkening of her glassy, complacent eyes and for the first time since cutting her with the knife, she seemed to fully recognize him. “Draco…”

Her whispered stating of his name made his cock twitch in the heavenly confines of her body. He wanted her to come screaming his name. All he’d ever wanted was his name and his name only on her lips. Whether it was out of love and adoration or fear and hate, he didn’t care. She was the center of his world and it killed him that he wasn’t the center of hers. All that changed in this garden. He was inside of her, on top of her, thrusting into, using her body. She belonged to him now.

Even though he still held her down in a semblance of rape, her hips had begun to act on their own. She rolled them and thrust them to meet his own movement and she looked him directly in the eye as she did all of this. If this was how she was on her first time, he couldn’t wait until they’d had more practice. He was glad that he was the only one. If he hadn’t been and the weasel hadn’t been dead, he thought that he might likely hunt him down and kill him so that he would be the only man alive to have been inside her. Thanks be to the Fates that he was the only man period.

Her face was beginning to flush prettily and her hip movements were becoming more frantic. She was moaning and making unintelligible noises in her throat. He grasped her nipple between his teeth and ground out, “Say my name and I’ll let you come and it will be the most wonderful experience of your life.”

“Draco!” she called out and he suckled her tits a few more moments, letting her work herself over his cock before stretching out fully over her and holding hips still. As he held her still, he stared into her eyes and thrust up into, hitting that one spot every female wants her partner to find over and over again. He was so large that he hit it anyway, with out the use of technique, but when he put his sexual knowledge to use, she wrapped her arms around him and held on for dear life, biting into his shoulder as he played her body like an instrument.

“Oh, gods! Draco! Oh god, Draco, please, oh! DRACO!” Hermione Malfoy nee Granger thrashed under him and screamed out his name as he rode her like his life depended on it. When her orgasm overtook her, her inner walls clamped down on his cock and milked it for all he was worth. He came inside his wife, harder than he had ever come in his entire life. His vision blurred and he roared her name as he soaked her waiting womb with his seed. His wife, jerked and spasmed under him when she felt his release and he saw that she was crying. She was out of breath, her wild hair was a mess and she was covered in his bite marks, but he’d never seen anything so beautiful before in his life, because this moment truly belonged to him. It wasn’t fake to stoke his ego and the woman under him would be under him again tomorrow night.

Getting up, he withdrew his half hard cock from her and looked at the blood staining her thighs. Picking up his wand and a vial, he siphoned the blood from between her legs into the vial before corking it. Then, he took out a tiny jar and pointing between her legs, stated, “Accio maidenhead!” A tiny piece of flesh, not even half the size of his pinkie nail flew into the box. Virgin’s blood was powerful, but even more so when the person holding it had done the deflowering himself. With one push, he had become the owner of her virginity and he intended to wear a reminder of that around his neck. Taking the pendant he wore off his neck, he placed it on her outer thigh and murmured, “Ustulo.”

She gave sharp scream as the dragon from his Abraxas stone became burned to her flesh. Pulling the ancient family heirloom back, he picked up the piece of flesh he’d pulled from within her and laying it over the dark red gem set in the middle, he pointed his wand at it and summoning up most of his magical energy, he pushed the piece it the gem with his power until it was in the center, a dark shape in the midst of a primeval artifact to both the magical world and his family. No matter what happened now, Draco and Hermione Malfoy would be the stuff of Malfoy legends. No one in his family had ever dared to alter one of the original Abraxas’ stones and the stones were the only artifacts his father had ever refused Lord Voldemort. Draco was certain now that every possible way he could bind her to him had been accomplished.

Standing up, he put on his trousers and scooped his new wife up in his arms, still naked. Earhart had already left, but when he emerged from the maze, he saw his mother waiting on him. If she was bothered by the fact that Hermione was wearing nothing but jewelry, she made no notice of it. Instead, she smiled at him and retreated back into her house, allowing Draco to apparate to the Manor. He could only apparate to the front door, which he kicked open and carried a shaking Hermione up the stairs to the master suite that had once been his parents’ room. Shutting the door behind him, he set her on her feet and watched as she backed away from him.

For some reason, she was actually attempting to cover herself from his gaze and when her hand dropped to cover her mound, he saw the creamy white fluid of his release dripping from her core down her thigh. He swiftly crossed the room to her and pushed her on her back in the middle of their bed. She was to frozen with fear to protest when he caught the fluid on its journey down her thigh with his finger and attempted to push it back into her body. He would have to be more careful from now on about making sure that his release stayed within her when he wanted it to. Pulling his fingers out of her, he looked at her with amusement. Did she really feel the need to cover herself from his gaze after what had just happened? He pulled her arms away from her breasts, listening to the tinkling sound of her bracelets. He looked at the black tattoo on her right hip from the stone imprint. It was tinged an angry red and must have hurt every bit as much as the one he received when he turned seventeen. Every Malfoy was marked.

“What did you do to me?” she asked, terrified. Obviously this was not the wedding she had expected. The spell from the knife had dulled somewhat, just enough for her to ask questions, but the lust and fidelity potion inside her was still strong and the spell from the knife was still making her obedient enough that she didn’t run away and she didn’t attack him.

“What did I do?” he asked, amused and moved closer to her, enjoying the power that flowed through him as he watched her flinch but not move away. “I married you and then I took you, as is my right as your husband. From now on, I can take what is mine whenever I wish. Don’t worry, I know that sex and love-making is new to you, but I’m sure you’ll find it every bit as enjoyable as I do. You certainly did this time.” He smirked and put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her, enjoying the feel of her swollen lips against his.

“That wasn’t making love, you hurt me,” she protested and his eyes flashed like steel.

“Love is painful, princess. I suggest you get used to that fact, because I plan on getting love from you several more times tonight. It is after all, our wedding night.” He kissed her again, pulling her wrists towards him, making her touch the bulge in his trousers. His magical energy had been exhausted, but his physical strength had just doubled with his possessive anger.

“You can’t force me to love you,” she said feebly and he knocked her on her back, splaying her legs wide open for his view. Her sex was bright red from their romp before and her thighs were warmed from the friction of his skin rubbing against hers. He attached his mouth to her sex and sucked and nibbled and probed until he felt his chin soaked with her juices. Pulling his head from between her legs, he grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up so that she straddled him, impaled on his aching cock. All it took was one quick thrust of his hips and she was riding him the way her body demanded from the fertility and lust potions. “I can make you do a great many things,” he growled as he wrapped her around him and sucked at her breasts like a starving child. “Making you love me is the least of them, pet.”

He took her three more times before finally succumbing to sleep. When they awoke, he took her again and again, making certain that their marriage bed was fully broken in before they had to return to Hogwarts.