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Draco and Hermione Shag, a Lot	By : VulgarAssassin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 33857 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Age had not been unkind to his wife.
Though her body became softer and pillowy, her tits sagging some and she sported a small pudge on her belly compared to their youth, Draco did not mind any of those imperfections. In fact, he reveled in them. Her plush body juxtaposed perfectly with his own hard one. She was still a gorgeous, buxom woman, that any man would kill to bed.
Draco loved Hermione and she still aroused him easily, he could plow her to no end, such as he was now.
“Fuck you’re already clenching again! You like that?” Draco kept slamming into the cunt that he spent two decades mapping out with his cock, finding every point that would make Hermione’s toes curl with pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Hermione babbled in confirmation, her cunt soaking from multiple orgasms already. Her cum splattered across her thighs and across her husband’s pelvis and even soaked through their bed sheets beneath them.
“Whose pussy is this?” Draco growled, angling his dick, aiming for Hermione’s most sensitive areas. The almost embarrassingly wet squelches reverberated in the large bedroom as Draco entered and exited his wife’s soaking cunt.
“Fuck! Yours it’s yours, always yours. Oh god.” Hermione moaned, throwing her head back, almost slamming it against the headboard when Draco’s cockhead dragged roughly against her g-spot.
With Lyra and Scorpius back at Hogwarts as of last week, Hermione became uninhibited with her screams and vulgarities once more, and Draco adored it. Adored his proper wife shrieking and begging. Moaning at the top of her lungs.
Fuck, his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head from her pretty sounds alone.
Draco spread Hermione’s legs wider, maneuvering his pelvis so he went from dragging his cockhead shallowly against her ridged g-spot to fully sheathing himself in long, slow thrusts. Hermione immediately reacted by grabbing his shoulders and sinking her fingernails into them, leaving angry red crescents as her breath stuttered.
“Oh fuck! T-that feels so good, Draco!” her eyes widened from the sensation of being stretched out completely.
“My sweet wife is going to come again, isn’t she?” Draco grinned at the writhing woman beneath him, thick curls of chestnut brown hair clinging to her face from all the sweat. Her cheeks stained red, ruddy from her excitement.
Hermione opened her mouth, trying to verbalize something, but Draco kept fucking down into her and she let out an abortive moan as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth fell open, slack-jawed.
Draco smiled at his beautiful wife, enjoying her slovenly expressions. Nearly twenty years of fucking her silly and he never tired making his former enemy, the girl who always ignored his taunts and stuck her nose in the air when she walked past him, look absolutely depraved from being pleasured by his cock.
Draco saw Hermione’s brown eyes stretch wide and gleam in the low room light, as they always did when she was on the verge of her orgasm. Draco moved his hand to her clit, rubbing circles on it with his thumb.
“Come, baby, come for me,” Draco leaned over and purred into her ear, rocking his hips and grinding his cock just in front of her cervix.
“Ooh, ooh, Draco—I’m—", she cut herself off with a whining sound that could have been confused for a wounded animal. Her normally gorgeous face contorted into a nearly deranged grimace as her legs convulsed from her orgasm ripping through her.
“That’s it, fuck yes, that’s it sweetheart,” Draco groaned in delight as he fucked her harshly through the orgasm, despite how tightly her walls tried to clamp down on him. He felt his own release building up more rapidly and he slammed his cock deep, taking a moment to grind into it at the apex of each thrust.
Hermione had been so thoroughly fucked that her upper body slumped against the mattress, her tits bouncing sinfully with each deep thrust of Draco’s cock. Draco moved his hand from her clit to paw at her breast before pinching her nipple harshly, knowing it would cause her to squeal in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Hermione met his expectations beautifully, with a high pitched shriek. Her upper body flailing off the mattress as her shaking arms unsuccessfully attempted to grasp onto Draco’s shoulders for some support. Draco let out a husky chuckle before he grabbed both of her arms, pulling her body to slant upright as he continued to rut into her. A harmony of the bed squeaking and Hermione’s wet cunt squelching with each thrust pushed Draco closer and closer to the edge.
“I can’t! I can’t, I can’t, I caaaaan’t!” Hermione began sobbing, tears running down her face slowly as her mind and body tried to come to terms with Draco bullying her cunt so thoroughly. Her pussy lips were slick and swollen, her clit throbbing incessantly despite the multiple orgasms, and her walls sore from Draco pounding into her over and over again. Her whole body’s sensitivity was cranked up to eleven out of ten, yet Draco still attempted to coax her body to come once more.
Draco slowed down his thrusts until his hips were slotted against her own and he was only softly grinding into Hermione. Draco released her arms, letting her fall back on the bed, and leaned on his forearms, bracketing her body before he cupped her face in his hands.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Draco cooed. Hermione sniffled and watched in awe as her adoring husband leaned over to kiss her tears away. The press of his lips against her cheeks and under her eyes caused her heartbeat to flutter in her chest. “Are you getting too sensitive?”
“I-I, I’m sorry, Draco.”
“Don’t apologize, baby.” Draco brushed his lips against hers and Hermione let out a soft whimper at the gentle treatment. He caught her lips again, open mouth this time, and she moaned as he flicked his tongue against her own, drinking in her taste. He suckled on her lower lip before letting it pop out of his mouth. He kissed her cheek, then her jaw, and then her nose, so delicately it made Hermione’s head spin from his devotion to her. All the while, Draco moved his hips back and forth modestly, sending sparks of raw want down Hermione’s belly. She wanted him to cum, to fill her up, and she felt that familiar spark of pleasure course through her from the thought alone.
“Ngh, Draco,” Hermione moaned her husband’s name, bucking her sore hips upwards.
“Better now, sweetheart?” He ran his nose along her throat, inhaling her scent. Normally she smelled of lilacs and tangerines, but after the brutal fucking he gave, only the tang of her sweat and the unique scent of her sloppy cunt was present. Draco didn’t mind. He loved her both ways.
“Yes, thank you. I want you to keep moving now, please.” Hermione's eyes fluttered as the frissons of pleasure coursed through her body, ramping her desire for another orgasm despite her exhaustion.
Draco leaned back and licked his lips as he looked down at his wife. Her eyes wide and filled with ardour, her pink lips parted and panting, and a fucking delicious blush coating her cheeks. Sweat matted her rich brown hair across her forehead and neck, and Draco had half a mind to lick every last drop of salt water off her luscious body. Maybe after he filled his wife to the brim with his cum he’d think about worshiping her body with his tongue.
Draco began rocking his hips again, not the rough neediness of before, but a slower, tender pace as he kept his wife close to him and he could stare down at her reverent face. Her eyes wide and pleading for his love.
He kissed her gently and then murmured against her lips, “I know you’re tired, but I want another one Hermione, can you do that for me?”
Hermione nodded, before leaning forward and capturing Draco in another loving kiss. The couple continued to make-out as they bucked their hips against each other.
Draco rested his forehead against Hermione's, staring deep into her eyes as he took deeper thrusts, causing Hermione to let out strangled whimpers with each stroke.
“Going to fill you up princess, going to fill your cunt up.” Draco rasped out, his voice deep and hoarse.
“Please,” Hermione whispered needily, “Please fill me up, I love it when you fill me up.”
“Yeah, you like my cum in you? Fuck, you are so sexy,” Draco leaned his head forward and placed it against her silky neck. Hermione ran her hands down her husband's back, the strong muscles flexing against her fingertips.
“Love you, love you so much, Draco.” Hermione sobbed out, a harsh snap of hips started to push her body onto the precipice of another orgasm. Draco’s body working her own like a fiddle.
Draco pushed off onto his forearms before grabbing Hermione’s face in his palms, his eyes burning with passion as he looked down at the love of his life.
“I love you, Hermione, my perfect wife, only one for me, fuck!” Draco sped up only seconds from spilling inside of his wife. “Play with your clit, love, make yourself come and I’ll fill you up like I promised.”
Hermione slipped one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as fast as she could, desperate to feel Draco’s cum fill her. Everything about his tenderness and the slow fucking had pushed her to her limits and only a few more flicks of her throbbing clit pushed her over the edge, her toes curling and her vision whiting out momentarily from the strength of her orgasm, somehow more powerful than the last.
Draco barely lasted another two thrusts in Hermione’s squeezing cunt before unloading his seed deep inside her. Draco let out a grunt with each rope of cum filling up his wife while Hermione let out a breathy gasp of pleasure when she felt the warmth of it.
Draco groaned out as he lied down lazily on top of his wife, his softening cock still inside her, being milked by some stray undulations. Hermione laid completely still for a moment, basking in the afterglow of the tremendous sex before she gained the energy to run her hands up and down her husband’s back. She adored his weight on top of her as well as the overall lovely ache of her entire body from being used by her husband.
Draco nuzzled his face against his wife’s neck, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against her bronze skin. Hermione let out sighs of pleasure and moved her hands to his neck, playing with the hair above Draco’s nape.
“It might be strange, but I swear this feels better and better as the years pass.”
“Hmm, it’s because my love for you grows stronger every day, Granger.”
She laughed, nice and bright, “What kind of line is that? I think you’ve been watching too many romance films on the telly.”
“Such a wonderful creation. The only thing muggles produced that is better is that Hugh Grant fellow.”
Hermione let out a snort and pinched the skin of his neck, “Shouldn’t you say it’s me?”
“This isn’t Hogwarts anymore, love, nothing wrong with being second best.”
“Prat,” Hermione muttered as she slipped Draco’s cock out and rolled his body off her own. “Come, let’s shower and we can order takeout and watch one of those mind-rotting romance films you adore.”
“One with Hugh Grant in it?”
Hermione rolled her eyes with a grin on her face, “Yes you fool. Now come.”
Draco kissed her once more as he rose out of the bed. Ready to clean up and move on from amazing sex to the happy domesticity he carved out with the love of his life.
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