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Hermione Granger. Eighteen years old for the second time around. I WAS on my way to abolishing Pro-Pureblood laws as well as working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but due to a foolish wish and a malfunctioning Time Turner that I should have thrown away ages ago, it would appear that I'm back at the beginning of the end. Of the war, I mean.
Draco squeezed her breasts when she arched into him, his heart beating erratically through his chest. He had no idea how long Granger was going to hold out on him, but he knew that if she didn’t pick up the pace soon enough, he was going to explode with desire.
Then, before he had time to react, Draco felt her impale herself on his cock. A throaty moan tore itself from his chest, followed by grunts as his hands fell to claw at her thighs. He spanked her arse once, his hand tingling with the contact as she rode him roughly, and his breasts were exposed to her gaze.
“Faster, faster,” He chanted, his voice low. “I want you to scream, Granger; scream.”
His voice, low and rough with desire, was enough to spur her ministrations. Despite the fact that she was enjoying her position of power, she couldn’t deny that him commanding her to ride him faster made her temperature flare, and she nodded fervently, instantly setting out on following through with his demands.
She moaned loudly as his hand came down against her arse, the pleasure-pain intensifying the sheer amount of sensation coursing through her. She rode him hard and fast, her hips snapping down upon his as she shamelessly writhed and gyrated on his cock. She had been on the edge of orgasm far before she had impaled herself upon him, and all too soon she found her climax approaching. She didn’t fight it, choosing instead to remove one of her hands from the bedpost in favor of dragging it down to her aching clit and rubbing circles against the slick bundle of nerves.
It was with a shattering scream that she came, and she could feel her cunt convulsing and contracting around his length, milking him for all that he was worth. She continued to touch herself as she came down upon him, riding out her orgasm as her lover’s name tumbled repeatedly from her lips.
If I was as good as smut as bookworm—granger and dracos-dragon I’m pretty sure my life would be complete.
OOC:
Omg Taylor bby thank you ;____;
Draco refrained from growling and snapping at her when she complimented him. He didn’t always enjoy being submissive, which is why he possessed the tendency to lean towards dominance during their trysts, but he knew as she aligned his stiff member with her hot, wet core, that he was helpless to her ministrations. And for once, that didn’t particularly bother him.
A low moan tore itself from the base of his throat when she slid down on his cock, and his eyes threatened to flutter shut as he felt his erection stretch the walls of her sensitive pussy. Moaning, he angled his hips and slid into her further, gripping the bed sheets for support.
His eyes widened when Granger moved his hands, and he nodded feverishly upon her requests. He kneaded the soft mounds gingerly at first, and then harder as his desire for her to fuck him wildly grew. He pinched her nipples and clawed at her tits, grunting and writhing beneath her.
Hermione gasped and arched her back, pushing into his hands and shoving her breasts further into his touch as he fondled her roughly. Her head tipped backwards, small whimpers of pleasure tumbling from her lips as he did exactly what she had told him to do with no qualms whatsoever.
“Mm, very good.” She praised breathlessly, circling her hips languidly and keening when she felt his cock slip against every inch of her pussy. She was shamelessly aroused after all of her teasing, the walls of her cunt dripping with the proof of her desire, slicking his length and allowing him to easily slide inside of her.
She continued to ride him at a sinfully slow pace, all the while murmuring bits of naughtiness—about how good he felt inside of her, filling her up, and how badly she wanted to sink down upon him, rough and hard until he came inside of her—things that she normally didn’t feel the need to say during their intimate activities, but she found that tonight…tonight, she was in control, and could thus do whatever it was that she wanted.
Finally, when she felt as if she could no longer take her tortuously slow pace, she impaled herself hard on his cock without warning. She moaned loudly, and she instantly began to roughly jerk her hips against his, her hands scrambling for the bed post in an attempt to regain her balance.
Draco managed to glare at Hermione, a dissatisfied hiss escaping his lips. His mouth twitched slightly and his hands ached at his sides. His length was stiff and hot against her wet cunt, and he wanted to scream and demand she impale herself on his…
It was startlingly arousing to see him like this, Hermione noted—just as shameless and desperate as he so often made her feel during their intimate activities, and she couldn’t deny that she was thoroughly enjoying her new sense of power. She was relieved, however, that he had finally succumbed to his desires. She didn’t know what she would have done if he had refused her request.
“Good boy,” She purred, shifting so that she was straddling him once more. “So very, very good. I think…” She reached between them to gingerly grip his length, hot and throbbing in her hand, aligning him with her sopping entrance. “…that you deserve a reward.”
Finally, she slid down onto his cock, crying out as he stretched her cunt, filling her completely. In a bold move, she took his hands from where he had so dutifully kept them still beside him, drawing them to her so that they were settled on her tender breasts.
“Touch me,” She instructed, “Touch me, Malfoy, and I’ll—” She shifted forward once, gasping softly as his cock nudged deeper within her. “—I’ll give you what you want.”
Draco managed to glare at Hermione, a dissatisfied hiss escaping his lips. His mouth twitched slightly and his hands ached at his sides. His length was stiff and hot against her wet cunt, and he wanted to scream and demand she impale herself on his cock. But he knew better than that—it would appear as though he was begging, and that was something Draco Malfoy simply /wouldn’t/ do. He was above such offenses.
“Stop with the fucking teasing, alright?” Draco snapped, his lips curling back into a snarl. He refrained from grabbing her and toying with her body; he had to remain strong.
Hermione met his glare with a cheeky grin of her own, sitting up slightly so that she was straddling his hips, her knees on either side of him. She began to grind against him once more, allowing his cock to slide between the slippery folds of her cunt without ever entering her. She reached down to touch him, dragging her hands from his navel to brush over his nipples, trailing along his chest and scraping across his shoulders as she dug her nails in. All the while she continued to gyrate and circle her hips, her breasts bouncing enticingly as she swayed atop him.
“I’m not teasing you,” She informed him coyly, leaning down so that she could murmur into his ear, her teeth grazing over the delicate flesh. “I have every intention of giving you what you want…you just have to say please.”
OOC:
I feel like I have missed a lot, everything alright tonight?
no i’m pregnant.
AND I’M THE FATHER.
I would think that’s slightly different though, Hermione. What does your mum even know about Malfoy?
I—well—not much, admittedly, besides the fact that he’s a former…Death Eater, and whatnot.
Oh, right. What is your plan? Are you going to have the wedding before or after the, uhm, baby?
I was thinking after, most likely, once everything’s settled down a bit. If we were to have it before, it would be far too rushed and I highly doubt that I would be able to find a suitable dress.
You’re so lucky your mum isn’t like mine. She would throttle me if I dared to get pregnant before I was married. She uhm, actually thought that I was still a…a virgin up until recently. Very recently.
Hermione hasn’t gotten around to telling her mother that:
- We’re engaged
- She’s pregnant
Oh, that’s…uhm…I’m sure she has her reasons? You should really tell her though Hermione.
…I’m working on it! It’s not as if my /fiance/ has gotten around to telling /his/ parents, either.
OOC:
TAYLOR. TAYLOR BBY. I DON’T THINK MY ASKS SEND TO YOU HALF THE TIME SO I THOUGHT I WOULD JUST. YEAH. DO YOU HAVE SKYPE?
Is this me or someone else? .___.
It’s you!
