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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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6,740
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4
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Chapter Seven
“You’ve been a very bad girl.” Those words made Hermione just about cum right there and then. She knew what was about to happen.
Draco got out of the tub, stalked over to his trousers, dug out his wand, and proceeded in conjuring green silk handkerchiefs. Assuming she knew what was going on, Hermione began to get out of the tub, too, but Draco quickly ordered her back in. “I don’t believe I told you that you could get out of the tub, Miss Granger. Get back in.”
Completely baffled, Hermione sat back in the warm water letting the bubbles coat her breasts. Draco stalked back over to the tub and directed her in the way he wanted. “Put your left hand here,” he pointed to one faucet of the tub, which was the size of a King-sized bed. She complied, and the silk tied itself around her wrist and around the faucet, securing her there.
Draco moved down to side of the tub where Hermione’s left foot was and picked it up so he could tie it to another faucet. Once it was secured, he moved to the other side of the tub and did the same for her right hand and foot. Seeing his fiancée tied spread eagle in a bubble bath made his cock beg for attention, and he would have taken her right there and then, had it not been for his plan.
“Accio chocolate sauce and whipped cream!” he cried, and a bottle of each flew towards him from the icebox. Hermione closed her eyes briefly, praying for a relief from the torturous pleasure that was bound to come. Quickly she opened them at a foreign feeling, and saw to her amazement that whipped cream covered each breast, and where her nipple would be there was a dollop of chocolate sauce. As the mounds of whipped cream blocked her view, she felt rather than saw the whipped cream and chocolate doing something similar between her thighs.
The bubbles from the bath pushed against her arse, and she could feel the whipped cream and chocolate sauce tracing random parts of her body.
Now, Draco Malfoy was a sweets man, as well as an extremely-large breasts man. The vision in front of him was his Hermione with whipped cream covering her breasts, doubling their size. Whipped cream also covered every piece of skin that was in between her legs, which was a new addition to a frequently played game. She had tried something new with this room, so he was going to try something new on her.
“Now, Hermione,” he said, perching on the side of the tub and smirking at her. “We’re going to do something a little different here. I’m going to lick every bit of whipped cream off of you tonight. If I make you cum once while doing this, you have to give me a blow job. If I make you cum twice, you have to let me take pictures of you masturbating. If I make you cum three times, than you have to do whatever I tell you for a month. Understand?”
Now, it was a tribute to how infrequently Draco made her come, instead of the other way around, at how eagerly she agreed to this. She hated giving him blow jobs. She despised him taking pictures of her in sexual acts. And she loathed being told what to do. But Draco hardly ever made her cum, and if it happened more than once in one month it was rare. But more than once in one night? That was something completely foreign to her.
Draco got out of the tub, stalked over to his trousers, dug out his wand, and proceeded in conjuring green silk handkerchiefs. Assuming she knew what was going on, Hermione began to get out of the tub, too, but Draco quickly ordered her back in. “I don’t believe I told you that you could get out of the tub, Miss Granger. Get back in.”
Completely baffled, Hermione sat back in the warm water letting the bubbles coat her breasts. Draco stalked back over to the tub and directed her in the way he wanted. “Put your left hand here,” he pointed to one faucet of the tub, which was the size of a King-sized bed. She complied, and the silk tied itself around her wrist and around the faucet, securing her there.
Draco moved down to side of the tub where Hermione’s left foot was and picked it up so he could tie it to another faucet. Once it was secured, he moved to the other side of the tub and did the same for her right hand and foot. Seeing his fiancée tied spread eagle in a bubble bath made his cock beg for attention, and he would have taken her right there and then, had it not been for his plan.
“Accio chocolate sauce and whipped cream!” he cried, and a bottle of each flew towards him from the icebox. Hermione closed her eyes briefly, praying for a relief from the torturous pleasure that was bound to come. Quickly she opened them at a foreign feeling, and saw to her amazement that whipped cream covered each breast, and where her nipple would be there was a dollop of chocolate sauce. As the mounds of whipped cream blocked her view, she felt rather than saw the whipped cream and chocolate doing something similar between her thighs.
The bubbles from the bath pushed against her arse, and she could feel the whipped cream and chocolate sauce tracing random parts of her body.
Now, Draco Malfoy was a sweets man, as well as an extremely-large breasts man. The vision in front of him was his Hermione with whipped cream covering her breasts, doubling their size. Whipped cream also covered every piece of skin that was in between her legs, which was a new addition to a frequently played game. She had tried something new with this room, so he was going to try something new on her.
“Now, Hermione,” he said, perching on the side of the tub and smirking at her. “We’re going to do something a little different here. I’m going to lick every bit of whipped cream off of you tonight. If I make you cum once while doing this, you have to give me a blow job. If I make you cum twice, you have to let me take pictures of you masturbating. If I make you cum three times, than you have to do whatever I tell you for a month. Understand?”
Now, it was a tribute to how infrequently Draco made her come, instead of the other way around, at how eagerly she agreed to this. She hated giving him blow jobs. She despised him taking pictures of her in sexual acts. And she loathed being told what to do. But Draco hardly ever made her cum, and if it happened more than once in one month it was rare. But more than once in one night? That was something completely foreign to her.