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Game night was a standing appointment every third Friday of the month and had been for the last 2 years, ever since Harry and Theo got married. It was a shock to the wizarding world when the chosen one announced that he was dating the son of a death eater but it was the catalyst for complete unity. Within 6 months, the old Slytherins started regularly hanging out with everyone who they had previously looked down upon. By the time Harry and Theo had got married, you could class them all as great friends. More than friends technically as half of the group slowly came out as couples. It started with Blaise and Ginny, then Adrian and Luna, then Draco and Hermione. The biggest surprise was Neville and Pansy, but no one could deny that they were a perfect match.
This is how Draco found himself seated across the room on a burgundy coloured chaise lounge, eyes trained on his witch who was purposely flirting with Anthony fucking Goldstein. She knew how to wind him up and boy, did she do it well. She was stood directly in front of Goldstein, staring up at him with her fuck me eyes. She kept glancing his way, waiting for a reaction, but Draco refused to give her any except a raised eyebrow.
Hermione loved playing this game. She had always liked the thrill of a bit of danger. And she was competitive, so she upped the anti. She made sure that Draco was watching before slowly dragging her fingertips up Anthony’s arm, letting her palm rest again his chest. Draco gripped the whiskey glass in his hand tighter.
She knew what touching Anthony would do to him. She smirked at the thought.
Cocky are you?
Hermione froze.
We’ll see how cocky you are when my dicks buried down the back of your throat.
She shivered. Fuck, she loved it when he used legilimency on her. She loved it even more when he did it to say such filthy things.
Do you like the sound of that granger? Nod your head.
She nodded once. Just the thought had her rubbing her thighs together.
Fuck, Draco.
Are you looking to be punished Granger? Hands all over Goldstein whilst I talk pretty words in your ear. I can practically see you dripping down your thighs. I bet Goldstein can smell your delicious cunt.
Hermione whimpered at his words, earning her a strange look from Anthony. She excused herself from him and made her way over to Draco, perching on his knee. She leant down until her lips brushed his ear, “let’s go home”
“And here I thought you wanted to play. I’m disappointed, you’re usually much harder to break” Draco purred.
“Please, Draco”.
He drained his glass in one mouthful before moving Hermione to her feet. They said their goodbyes before disappearing through the floo and appearing in their living room.
Hermione was trembling with want but she knew better than speak or make the first move. Draco had played her game this evening, now it was his turn to play. He walked past her and into their bedroom without glancing at her. She quietly and slowly made to follow him. When she reached the bedroom she found him with his shirt untucked and undone, shoes off and waiting for her.
“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”
Hermione said nothing.
“Speak when you are spoken to Hermione”
“Y-yes”
Draco hummed. “Come here” he said pointing to the spot directly in front of him.
She only hesitated for a moment before quickly shuffling forward until she was a foot away from him. He slowly circled her like he was a predator and she was his meal. Leaning into her ear he whispered “On your knees”.
She practically threw herself to the floor in anticipation. This is what she had wanted all night. She wanted Draco to come out to play. To control her. Possess her.
When he was stood in front of her again, her face in line with his crotch, he began feeding his belt through the buckle and out of the loops of his trousers. He reached down, grabbing her wrists and pinning them behind her back. Using the belt, he tied her hands together till they were almost uncomfortable. The position causing Hermione’s chest to jut out, drawing his eyes.
Taking his wand from his pocket, he vanished all of her clothes, leaving her nipples exposed to the cold air. Before chucking his wand to the side, he conjured a floor to ceiling mirror and positioned it against the wall next to them. Turning her head, she could see her side profile on display for him. Using his left hand, his fingers softly stroked her cheek, moving to her lips. He traced her lips before parting them with his thumb, forcing her to take it in her mouth.
“Suck”
With his right hand, he undone his trousers and flies, pulling out his already hard cock. Hermione drooled at the sight. She would never get tired of seeing Draco’s cock. It was beautiful. 9 inches long, thick and dripping for her. She couldn’t wait for him to replace his thumb with it.
He forced her head up until she met his eyes. “I’m going to use you like I bought you”.
With that he took his thumb out of her mouth and immediately replaced it with his throbbing member. He forced her to take him as far down her throat as he could get. Hermione tried to suppress a gag, which made her eyes water and tears stream down her face. He continued to fuck her face with a harsh force.
“So pretty when you cry for me baby. That’s it, take my cock, pretty girl”
Hermione rubbed her thighs together to relieve some tension but it did nothing for her throbbing clit. He abruptly pulled out and wiped his dick across her face, smearing her saliva all around.
“Look at you. A complete mess”
He pulled her up by her arms and led her backwards to where he sat at the edge of the bed, facing the mirror. He positioned her to hover over his dick whilst setting her feet either side of his thighs so that she was crouched and spread wide. She could see her pussy glistening in the reflection. He lined himself up, but not pushing inside her. He moved her hair from off of her shoulder and began peppering kisses along her neck until he reached her ear. Making eye contact in the mirror he whispered,
“You see that little slut in the mirror?” Hermione nodded, not breaking eye contact. “She belongs to me”
Hermione whined, silently begging him to push past her folds and into her dripping hole.
“And who am I, Hermione?”
“You’re daddy” she said breathlessly
As soon as she uttered the words, he sunk into her to the hilt. She could see the stretch of her lips and her stomach in the reflection. The image of him inside of her had her close to an orgasm already. She moaned at the feeling of fullness. As she tried to grind her hips down into him, his large hands stilled her hips.
“Not so fast. You don’t get to move. You’re going to sit here and warm my cock. You’re going to feel how I stretch you and reach deep inside”
“Please daddy, I just want to come”
“You beg so pretty for me baby. You can come like this, warming daddy’s cock”
Hermione was panting. She felt like such a slut looking at herself on display for him. She needed friction. The stretch wasn’t enough. Like he could read her mind, his left hand travelled down towards where they were joined. Using his thumb to spin his Malfoy signet ring, he pressed the cold metal against her swollen clit. She jolted at the contact, causing his cock to reposition even deeper, hitting her cervix. Her head fell back to his shoulder as he tightly circled her bundle of nerves.
Draco began to feel her walls flutter around him. “Does that feel good, pet?” Hermione nodded.
“Are you going to come on my cock? If you come like this, I’ll fuck you so good baby. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you like the little slut that you are?”
Hermione moaned loudly at his words. With his dirty promises, the ring on her clit and his cock buried inside her, it wouldn’t take her long to fall over the edge.
“I’m going to fuck you like this. Spread out for me. Fill you up with my come. Do you like the sound of that? Being filled with my seed? Filling you so deep inside that it’s sure to impregnate you?”
Hermione was approaching bliss fast. The edges of her vision was slowly blacking out. She was so close. She just needed that extra push.
“Is that what you want? You want me to breed you? Put my child in you? To see you swelling with my gift?”
That sent her flying over the precipice. She came with a scream, soaking his cock and his thighs. Her vision blacked out and was replaced with an image of her with a swollen belly. They had never discussed having children but at this moment she wanted nothing more.
“Fuck, Daddy. Fuck You feel so good. Please fuck me. Fuck a baby into me”
At that Draco lost what little self control he had. With one hand wrapped around her perfect throat and the other gripping her tied arms, he started to fuck up into her in earnest. The slapping of skin, moans and groans were the only noises that could be heard. It was animalistic and raw. She had never felt so used and wanted in her life. She felt the coil in her stomach start winding again. Sensing her approaching release, he used the hand on her throat to grip her jaw and turn her head towards him. With his thumb and forefinger he pried her lips apart, never breaking the pace of his hips. He leant down and spat straight into her mouth.
“Be a good girl and swallow it”
She did. The command made the coil wrap fast and her legs tremble.
“That’s it baby. You’re so good for me. So good. Are you going to come for me again? Come and I’ll follow you. I’ll release my seed. Right. Fucking. Here” he accentuated his words with hard thrusts against her uterus.
That’s all she needed to let go for a final time. When Draco felt her walls grip him with an iron vice, he was powerless to stop his balls from tightening and shooting his thick, sticky come, deep into her. He kept thrusting until he was sure he had nothing left to give her.
Once they had both come down from their highs, he carefully lifted her from his lap and deposited her on the bed next to him. He could see in the reflection, his seed starting to leak out of her. Using two fingers, he gathered the hot liquid and pushed it back into her, earning him a gasp from Hermione and a contraction of her walls.
“Don’t let a single drop go to waste baby. Not if you want it to take”
Hermione smiled up at her boyfriend. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Devastatingly handsome, an incredible lover and now he wanted to gift her with a child.
“Yes Daddy”