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Green Dick
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,862
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Green Dick
A/N: This is a parody/comedy. If you no like humor, you leave now! Read and review. Thank you, have a nice day! *smiles and hands you your take out bag*
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyrights to the Harry Potter characters, world, etc. They arebproperty of J. K. Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from the writing or 'publishing' of this story.
Green Dick
Draco came to consciusness slowly, warmth suffusing his limbs and a pleasant burning blooming in his ass, giving him a rather blatant clue as to last night's activities. He smiled to himself, enjoying the after affects of a good hard fuck just as much as the fucking. Judging by the twinges and small pains that any movement produced, his lover was both skilled and endowed. His smile grew.
He couldn't remember much of the night before. It was kind of hazy and glowy, like a badly remembered dream. He was really tipsy or slightly drunk. The last thing he remembered was stumbing into a dark room with his lightly muscled lover, and lips that tasted of cherry schnapps.
He yawned, feeling his jaw crack. His tongue and neck and jaw also ached, and his morning breath tasted like the bottom of the Lake. He blinked slowly and looked over his shoulder. The other boy was still there, but all he could make out was a pale arm and muscled shoulder, drapped with hair like spun shadow. He panicked at the thought of having been fucked by Potter before the exact length of hair registered. This boy's hair was long, nearly to his shoulders, whereas Potter's hair barely brushed his ears.
He yawned agan and sat up slowly, swinging out of the mussed bed very carefully. Oh yeah, he had one hell of a cock. The blond slowly limped to the bath room, drawing a hot bath to sooth his tired and sore muscles. He languished in te pleasure for well over an hour after having washed every inch of himself. Eventually the heat began to make him sick, and so exited.
He towled himslef leisurely, thinking about another quickie before heading back to the Slytherin dorms. 'Thank Merlin it's Saturday. I don't think I could sit through hours of classes with my arse this sore.' He gave himself a quick and thurough, yet gentle stretching, lubing up his fingers... just incase the mystery man was amicable to his desires.
Bending to drain the tub, flashes of multiple orgasms ame to him. Memories of being sucked, fucked, rimmed, kissed, licked, massaged, swallowed... they blurred together. The two of them had to have spent hours together. There was no way they could have fucked that much without three or four hours minimum. Even with those faint memories for guidence, Draco could safely say that last night was the best fuck he had ever had.
He walked carefully to the bed, and surveyed the scene before him. Tangled black hair, a pale and muscled arm, and a rumpled bed. "Hey lover boy, care to go for another round?"
A melodic chuckle reached his ears. "You obviously don't remember much, do you Draco?" A woman's voice answered him and chocolate brown, almond shaped eyes peered at him.
"Ch-chang?"
"You can bet your skinny white arse. I fucked you into the mattress, Malfoy. With my shiny, green dick." Cho Chang laughed outright at the look on his face.
Draco collapsed into a dead faint.
R&R
Disclaimer: I do not own the copyrights to the Harry Potter characters, world, etc. They arebproperty of J. K. Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from the writing or 'publishing' of this story.
Green Dick
Draco came to consciusness slowly, warmth suffusing his limbs and a pleasant burning blooming in his ass, giving him a rather blatant clue as to last night's activities. He smiled to himself, enjoying the after affects of a good hard fuck just as much as the fucking. Judging by the twinges and small pains that any movement produced, his lover was both skilled and endowed. His smile grew.
He couldn't remember much of the night before. It was kind of hazy and glowy, like a badly remembered dream. He was really tipsy or slightly drunk. The last thing he remembered was stumbing into a dark room with his lightly muscled lover, and lips that tasted of cherry schnapps.
He yawned, feeling his jaw crack. His tongue and neck and jaw also ached, and his morning breath tasted like the bottom of the Lake. He blinked slowly and looked over his shoulder. The other boy was still there, but all he could make out was a pale arm and muscled shoulder, drapped with hair like spun shadow. He panicked at the thought of having been fucked by Potter before the exact length of hair registered. This boy's hair was long, nearly to his shoulders, whereas Potter's hair barely brushed his ears.
He yawned agan and sat up slowly, swinging out of the mussed bed very carefully. Oh yeah, he had one hell of a cock. The blond slowly limped to the bath room, drawing a hot bath to sooth his tired and sore muscles. He languished in te pleasure for well over an hour after having washed every inch of himself. Eventually the heat began to make him sick, and so exited.
He towled himslef leisurely, thinking about another quickie before heading back to the Slytherin dorms. 'Thank Merlin it's Saturday. I don't think I could sit through hours of classes with my arse this sore.' He gave himself a quick and thurough, yet gentle stretching, lubing up his fingers... just incase the mystery man was amicable to his desires.
Bending to drain the tub, flashes of multiple orgasms ame to him. Memories of being sucked, fucked, rimmed, kissed, licked, massaged, swallowed... they blurred together. The two of them had to have spent hours together. There was no way they could have fucked that much without three or four hours minimum. Even with those faint memories for guidence, Draco could safely say that last night was the best fuck he had ever had.
He walked carefully to the bed, and surveyed the scene before him. Tangled black hair, a pale and muscled arm, and a rumpled bed. "Hey lover boy, care to go for another round?"
A melodic chuckle reached his ears. "You obviously don't remember much, do you Draco?" A woman's voice answered him and chocolate brown, almond shaped eyes peered at him.
"Ch-chang?"
"You can bet your skinny white arse. I fucked you into the mattress, Malfoy. With my shiny, green dick." Cho Chang laughed outright at the look on his face.
Draco collapsed into a dead faint.
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