His Ravenclaw Wife | By : EllieDarling Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 7046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Draco Malfoy strolled into the room haughtily, looking for all the world like the billionaire playboy he was. Shrewd eyes observed the erotic tableau with a faint spark of interest—he hated to drop his business face. “Tormenting the little maids again, are we, Zella?” he chuckled coldly, he struck an imposing figure in the center of the room; dressed all in black with well tailored trousers accentuating his lean hips and long legs, and a fine black shirt with the topmost buttons undone, he gripped the head of the silver serpent cane he’d inherited from his father and proclaimed boldly, “you always do throw the best parties, Zabini.”
“Care to play, Draco? This one’s quite enthusiastic,” Zella invited. The little maid was looking curiously over her shoulder at Draco, a man she knew well from the Daily Prophet and conversations. He was one of the most powerful men in the country, but what could he do to her that her mistress had not already? Hours ago she would have been terrified to see him in such a fashion but now…everything had changed.
Draco grinned lasciviously, propped his cane against a nearby chair, and began to unbutton the rest of his shirt, “Come here, girl,” he commanded. The maid looked to Zella for permission, who waved her away impatiently, stretched luxuriously, ascended from her divan and sauntered, unabashedly naked, to the bed where her husband lay watching. She crawled onto the mattress with her perfect ass swaying high in the air, turned and lay on her stomach, breasts pushed forward, legs crossed above her, and rested her chin on her laced fingers to watch Draco work. Blaise reached out a lazy hand and massaged up and down his wife’s leg.
The maid crawled to Draco and sat back on her heels, looking at him expectantly. He tore his shirt off and cast it aside, staring down at the naked little bit. “Undress me” he ordered. She carefully removed his pants as quickly as she could, privately admiring his chiseled body. His stomach was tightly muscled and his shoulders were broad. The manhood she revealed was thick and long; a heady sight to behold As soon as he was bared, already rigid and throbbing, he grabbed the maids head with both hands, wrapping her hair around his fists and forcing her mouth onto him. Complying as best as she could, she immediately began to suck him deeply, drawing on him from the very root. “What do you think you have a tongue for?” he growled, eyes glowing and thrusting into her once. His violence excited her and she fervently began to press her tongue along the length of him as his hands guided her head back and forth on him. She found a smooth rhythm and began to quicken her pace when Draco lifted her hard off of her feet. She found herself face to face with him looking down at her, his burning wet erection pressed against her stomach. His blazing eyes stared her down for a long minute before he broke a smile, he raised his eyes to Zella’s “Send her to me when you grow bored of her, I like this one,” and set her away from him.
He circled the girl like a predator, appraising every inch of her body. He stopped in front of her, weighing her breasts with his palms, squeezing them, smacking them lightly. She was panting, melted butter beneath his touch, still having not been brought to climax and still under the driving force of her mistress’s spell, as well as her new found wonton sexuality. He measured her waist with his hands, slid a hand between her legs to test her wetness. He brought his long fingers to his mouth, tasted her, dipped them again and put them to her mouth. “I want you to taste what I taste,” and she obeyed, sucking the drops from his fingertips, eyes never leaving his. He slapped her buttocks gently, teasingly, and she instantaneously bent into his blows, wiggling for him. He laughed outright. Zella sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and placing her feet on the footboard. Her long pale hair fell around her as she reached down to her own core and began to stroke idly.
“Bring me my cane,” said Malfoy brusquely. The maid retrieved it and handed it to him reverently. He twirled it in his fingers for a moment before he pulled the divan into the center of the room, facing Zella, who was tracing lazy circles on the insides of her thighs. “Sit,” he told the girl, and she did, facing her mistress. Draco placed the cane in front of her, upside down so that the serpent’s head rested on the floor, “Hold your arms up,” forcing her legs open, he slowly slid the thick shaft inside of her. She whimpered, quivering from toe to breast to fingertip, “Keep your arms up!” Zella commanded from her perch, drawing her own fingers deep inside of her body, circling. Blaise moved behind her and she leaned into him, he took tendrils of her own hair in his hands to tease the sensitive tips of her breasts with. The maid straightened her arms into the air, biting hard on her lips. Draco continued to slowly push the staff into her body, watching with delight as her contorted between ecstasy and anguish. Leaving the cane propped between the maid’s body and the floor, Draco moved behind her, grabbing her arms and pulling them high over her head “Work yourself,” he suggested to her, whispering in her ear. She began to writhe artlessly on the cane, “calm down, rock with it, find your pace,” he was murmuring into her neck, “imagine that it’s me,” he pressed his erection into her back, pulling her arms even higher, allowing her more control over her lower body. She shifted her hips back and forth, rolling into the motion of the serpent head rocking on the floor, Draco moving with her, against her.
Zella let her head fall back onto her husband’s shoulder but didn’t take her eyes off of the girl’s body. Blaise dropped his right hand from Zella’s breast and rolled his fingers around her clit, stroking the delicate pool of honey and began to knead her other breast aggressively. Draco’s eyes were following the rise and fall of the maid’s breasts as she struggled to maintain her pace, her body wanting desperately to find release. “Under-stimulated, my pet?” he sneered at her, rising over her and turning to face her, forcing her mouth once again over his swollen cock. Her arms locked around his waist, grabbing his firm buttocks in her hands for support, she continued to move her lower body as she lathed his length with her tongue. After one good long stoke, she let him slide out of her mouth and tilted her head lower so she could suckle his balls into her mouth. Draco let out a guttural moan and surged forward onto her, highly sensitized and shivering.
Fully aroused again, Zella was dripping wetness down her hand Blaise’s, “I want to watch you,” she told him, her voice low and husky. He bit into her shoulder and pulled her hard against him to show his agreement. “Draco, would you like to play mirrors?” Blaise asked.
Draco pulled the maid’s mouth off of his balls and turned around, a wicked grin on his pretty face, “Mirrors? Now there’s a good game too long forgotten,” he said, and pulled his cane out of the girl with a wet “pop.” “Get up girl,” he said and sat on the divan casually. Zella slid off the bed with no small amount of slink and grabbed the maid’s body as she moved to stand, “my lovely naughty girl, just do what I do,” Zella purred onto her lips, nipping her plump little lower lip before throwing her bodily at Blaise. Zella twirled and landed gracefully in Malfoy’s lap. The maid settled herself between Blaise’s thighs as well, looking at her mistress with her head cocked to the side. Zella rolled her body in one fluid motion against Draco and gestured for the maid to do the same. Draco’s arms wrapped around Zella as he rolled with her, the maid felt Blaise’s body guiding her. Zella’s eyes burned into Blaise’s. Blaise spread the maid’s legs wide, and Draco repeated the action on Zella’s body. Everything one did, the other did. Zella wrapped one arm back around Draco’s neck and the maid imitated the motion. Draco’s hands framed Zella’s breasts and he eagerly watched Blaise do the same to the girl. The men stoked the fires between the women’s legs, tracing and teasing and tickling, drawing long on the most sensitive parts of them. Zella hungrily watched her husband’s hands move, mentally following his path as she felt another’s hands perform the same actions on her body. She looked deep into his eyes and imagined her husband’s hardness pressed strongly against her back, but it was another’s she felt. The duality was intoxicating. Blaise watched his wife press willingly into the body of his best friend, watched as the other man’s hands drew from his wife’s well of dew and draw it over her body and was further aroused by the knowledge that it was the image of him that was making her so brazenly hot. Blaise began to drive his hand violently against the squirming girl in his arms as he watched another man do the same to his wife, driving her mad with ferocious desire. Zella began to strain furiously against Draco, pulling desperately away, the maid emulating her mistress faultlessly. With a wild cry, Zella tore away from Malfoy and threw herself against her husband, casting the girl away. Blaise caught Zella with soaking hands, pitching her onto her back on the bed and ramming into her in one swift motion. Draco grabbed the maid and brought her crashing down on him as well, filling and stretching her more completely than anything she could ever have imagined. Hands on her hips, he forced her up and down, rising and falling over him. The room was filled with the undeniable sounds of sex—sex hitting skin, wet smacks and the moans and cries of the anxiously fucking. Zella’s spell on the maid was shattered as the girl came, screaming, over crest after crest of orgasm, but Draco kept going, picking her up and turning her to face away from him, then driving back into her with shameless brutality; she felt herself climbing higher and higher again. Zella and Blaise burst as one, Zella shrieking and Blaise roaring their release into the night and collapsing together, sweating and burning on the bed. Draco continued to work himself into a fury beneath the frantic girl as she came over and over again before he finally allowed himself to plunge into her with one last vicious stroke, bellowing in triumph, and then shoving the girl off of him onto the floor. All lay spent and panting for several minutes before Draco swung one leg over the divan and resting his head on the pillow.
“Merlin,” he breathed, “is it hot in here, or is it just me?”
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