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Relax	By : S-Mutt Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 28607 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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{S-Mutt is tired of the fics where Hermione is simply overwhelmed with the sexual prowess of the Slythering Sex God. Let's turn the tables, because really, the wizarding world is so behind the times Hermione should overwhelm them with her spectacular knowledge!}
Hermione blinked as she took in the broken Draco, seeing the tension in his shoulders and the way he hated his reflection. She made a snap decision. “Tsk,” she said, watching as he spun with his wand raised.
She kissed her lips and shook her head at him, striding forward with a confident swagger. Her wand wasn’t in sight. Draco slowly lowered his wand, straightening and preparing for a sneer.
“No no no,” Hermione said softly as she grabbed his chin in her hand and helped him lower his wand with the other.
He accidently dropped his wand at her touch, confused and obviously shaken at her bold approach.
Hermione smiled prettily. “That just won’t do, Draco. You’re all stressed, you need to relax. Let me take care of you.”
His eyebrows shot up, and his hand loosened its grip on her wrist. She patted his cheek in reward. Taking a quick glance around she squealed in delight when the loo boasted a bench to set their belongings on. She pointed at it and smiled predatorily.
Draco gulped and shuffled over there, but recovered and sat in the typical male way—confidently splayed out and open.
Good. That fit her plans. With a quick whip of her wand he was bound splayed open for her and his clothes were folded neatly beside him.
He yelped, “Granger!”
“hmmm?” she approached, removing her robes and loosening her tie. Her blouse and skirt joined his pile of clothes, and in her lacey lingerie set she licked her lips.
Draco gulped and looked up at her when she stood in front of him taking in his pale skin. Malfoy would look so good with a pink flush. She leaned in and twisted his nipple. He gasped and arched, his eyes shocked but clouding with pleasure. Letting go she flicked the abused nipple and watched his confused eyes as he gasped and jerked and his cock started to swell.
“Oooh, never thought you liked a bit of pain? It’s so delicious when I introduce new sexual flavours.” She purred this out as she leaned in close, inhaling his cologne at his neck and then biting and tugging his ear lobe.
He emitted a strangled noise that might have been her last name. But her hand was playing with his cock and rendering him nigh mute. Well, it appeared the sex god reputation only went so far as when they were in control. She smiled cattily.
This would be fun.
If only she had all her toys with her, she’d really show Draco how to relax then. Her eyes blinked prettily as she thought, and then a grin stretched her ruby lips. Well, best get Draco addicted now.
“You’re such a pretty boy, but will you be a good boy? I can make you feel pleasures you’ve never even dreamed of.” She murmured and kissed his temple, brushing her breasts purposely against him. Her fingers stopped tapping along his dick and quickly grabbed his balls, squeezing just to the point of pain before massaging them and lightly tugging.
He groaned and sank a bit, but his magical bonds held him good.
“All that resentment and pressure and expectations, I can help you with that.” She whispered seductively as she licked his ear and caressed her hands up, scratching along his flesh. It did indeed display pretty pink lines, and she couldn’t wait to see how his arse looked after a good spanking. She’d give him some colour--oh yes she would!
Draco was panting, his cock twitching and his eyes focused on her face as she admired him and planned all the things she could do to him.
Her gold eyes focused then on his silver ones, seeing the need there, the so close desperation. She hummed and pulled back slightly to grab and pinch both nipples, pulsing her grip absently as she watched them darken and his skin flush more. “You’d look so pretty with bite marks on these, don’t you agree?” She leaned in to lick a nipple, settling her cunnie on his thigh and rubbing.
“Ngh, yes,” he strangled out, trying to hump up at her hip.
She slapped his chest and moved upright, “Ah ah ah, that’s not a good boy.” Then she made a show of rubbing harder on his thigh and contemplating him.
He whined and shifted.
Almost.
“Well I guess I can forgive you this time, you are quite new at this after all,” she purred. Then she hummed as she grinded particularly sweetly down against the muscles in his leg.
Draco panted, but he didn’t arch this time. Perfect!
“Good boy,” she whispered seductively, then leaned in to bite a nipple, twist the other, and sliding her free hand down past his cock and bollocks to press insistently against his perineum.
He came with a shout, shooting his load at her hip and his legs and stomach. Hermione sighed and stood with a pout, canting her weight to one side and contemplating the blonde flushed mess she’d made of the Slytherin prince. “You are very pretty,” she decided.
He blinked up at her, licking his lips.
“I need to cum, Draco. And if you want more fun,” she gestured down her body and then at his debauched state, “you’ll meet me at that delightful room. We can spend the whole weekend exploring things you’ve never thought of.”
She tossed her hair and only put on her robes over her stockings and garters and knickers, making a show of loosely securing the fabric around her so her legs flashed when she walked and her cleavage displayed enticingly.
With a flick of her hand her magic released him from the bench, and she paused to watch him try to catch his wits and breath. Then she smiled and left the loo, humming as she heard him scrambling. She wasn’t even to the end of the hall before he was running up, and she looked at him.
He had only put on his trousers and robes, still panting and flushed, and he had nicely picked up all their clothes as well.
Hermione laughed throatily as she requested the perfect room and dragged the Malfoy Heir in after her.
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Draco entered the dorm rooms in a sated daze, Blaise Zabini looked at him over his book and smirked. “I see the Slytherin Sex God found some willing bird?”
Draco grinned and flopped onto his bed. A leer grew over his features even as his exhausted and sore cock twitched. “Even better: the Slytherin Sex God found a Sex Goddess!”
Blaise sat up with interest, but Draco wasn’t willing or prepared for further conversation. Though his cock was spent and chaffed, he reveled in the memories of the last two days. Witches just weren’t dominant like that, didn’t know all that stuff, heck Draco didn’t know all that stuff! And Hermione Granger had shown him exactly how good it was to listen to her boss him around.
He groaned and closed his eyes.
“You want to fuck me?” She inquired lazily, licking her lower lip. Draco moaned from where he sat at her feet, his cock twitching despite the tight band around its base. She’d already been torturing him for an hour, and he’d cum at least three times before she had decided to train him to last longer. He’d never felt so much pressure and pain and pleasure at once before.
“Do you think you deserve a reward?” she asked, leaning forward in her seat. The black lace of her bra tried its best to keep the full weight of her tits encased, and Draco watched the show raptly. “Draco,” she said firmly, her hand reaching out and grabbing his chin in a firm grip. He blinked, what was the question?
“Do you think you deserve to fuck me? You were so bad earlier, I even had to put a cock ring on you—cumming without permission and humping like some untried school boy.”
Draco’s eyes dilated at her filthy mouth and another moan escaped him. He mastered a response, shaking his head hesitantly.
“Answer me.”
“No...no. I was bad. I’m sorry. It was so good though—never felt that.” Draco kept on babbling, inching slightly closer to Granger as he did so, his mind lost in pleasure. That might have something to do with the nipple clamps—attached to a long chain she tugged, or her toes which had been teasing his balls for the last few minutes...
She smiled predatorily. “You were a bad boy, hmmmm. But I do need to cum too.” She sighed and stood, “Stay there.”
He moaned at her command, but twisted to watch her walk to the table that had all the delightful toys she’d used on him already. He’d especially liked the vibrator she’d pressed right behind his bollocks—that’s the hardest he’d ever came while getting a blow job. How Hermione Granger could dominate with his cock in her mouth he didn’t know—but she did it and did it thoroughly.
She hummed as she sashayed back to her chair, tipping his chin up with her fingers and pulling him closer. He shuffled until he was right between her legs, his face so close to that dripping pussy and his shoulders brushing the rough lace at the top of her stockings. He licked his lips.
A throaty chuckle echoed from her throat, and Draco’s eyes snapped up to her. She brought the toy down to his sight, letting him see the phallic shape and ball at one end. She solved his confusion by pressing the ball against his lips, “Open up.”
He did so, accepting the mouthful while he started to drool.
“Hold your teeth around it right there,” she ordered softly.
He did so, blinking up at her. She smiled and narrowed her eyes, caressing his face and combing his hair back. Then she gripped his hair at the roots, yanking his head to her cunnie and thrusting the toy in. He yelped and then moaned, his nose right against her clit and curls.
She smelled amazing, and then she started using his head to thrust the toy in and out, the slurping sound and sight right in front of him. He whined and wiggled slightly, but started to help her thrust the toy in. “Good boy.”
Yes! When he was a good boy she was pleased with him, she gave him a reward. He moaned again and started fucking her harder with the toy, jarring his teeth and drooling around what amounted to a dildo gag.
“Yes...that’s it,” she whined. “Fuck it harder bitch. Make me cum. Make mistress cum. She needs to cum, then she can play some more, won’t that be fun? Fuck it in hard and fast. Hmmmm, good boy. So good to mistress.”
Draco’s dilated eyes watched the dildo disappear in and out, her clit get closer and farther, her chest heave in the black silk, her expression become satisfied and predatory. Her toes flicked at his balls, and the chain to his nipples was tugged every time she jerked.
She came with a shout, swearing at him and encouraging him to keep on fucking her, her orgasm made her thighs tremble where they squeezed his shoulders, and Draco groaned as he struggled to use just his neck and keep fucking her with the toy.
His cock hurt, his balls hurt, his nipples hurt, but he wanted so much more!
A husky laugh escaped her, and Draco, near tears, looked up at the witch dominating him. She leaned down and grabbed his hair again, stilling him, then using him to thrust in and out slowly a few times before she pulled him back to sit upright.
The toy slid out of her with a popping noise, and Draco’s dilated eyes focused on her pink glistening pussy—it looked so tight and flushed and perfect.
Draco groaned and rolled over in the bed, his mouth salivating.
He trembled where he was tied to the small bench, his arse exposed and bollocks and dick hanging down towards his bound ankles. Hermione walked around him, contemplating him and humming every so often. Her hands also randomly brushed against him, and he’d shiver and arch.
“You have such perfect pale skin, but you were always such a bad boy. I don’t understand why you look like an angel. Well, we both know the truth.”
Draco let out a shaky breath and looked up at her, pleading. She’d tied him up earlier then given him a rough hand job, playing with his balls and rosebud and scratching up the back of his thighs. Just before he could come she’d slapped his ass and stopped.
So he was needy, and he knew she could bring him pleasure.
Her now familiar throaty laugh sounded in the candlelit room. He whined and tried to hump against the hard bench, that laugh made his cock twitch.
“Ah ah ah, no.” She grabbed his cock hard, pumping it a few times before she fiddled with it. Draco dropped his head to look down, taking in the sight of her adjusting another cock ring around him, then some type of binding around his balls.
She hummed happily as she stood and moved to the table, contemplating her choices for a minute before coming back to him. He eyed the paddle in her hand, watching her spin it and lick the edge while winking at him.
Draco gulped.
She rubbed a hand over his arse, pushing her thumb hard against his taint, before she lifted her palm and gave him a smack. Then smacked his other cheek. “I love how pink your skin gets, so pretty. And your cock twitches every time I show you how much I love that color too—do you like being spanked Draco?”
Draco weezed for breath. She hit his cheek again. “Ngh, yes!”
“Good,” she purred. “I love giving a good spanking.” Then she smacked down with the paddle.
The whistle in the air startled him, but the stinging smack made him arch and shout and Gods if his cock didn’t jerk. “Can you confess to Mistress? One smack for everything you think you’ve done wrong. I want at least seven things...but if you’re good and think up these things quickly,” she flicked the back of her hand against his purple cock and Draco keened and arched, “we can take this poor baby out of its cage and see how often I can make you cum while prettying up your displayed arse.”
Draco salivated at the thought. He really really really wanted to cum again, he didn’t think it was possible to cum so much. But Granger knew exactly what she was doing, knew how to bring his cock back to life or hold him off his orgasm for longer than he thought possible. It all felt so good, all he was focused on was his cock and her nails and her voice and laugh and all the devious things she was teaching him about himself.
“Draco,” she warned before smacking where his arse met his thigh, catching his trapped balls and cock slightly.
He yelped. “I didn’t answer fast enough!”
She hummed and the paddle whistled, smacking the side of his left cheek with a burn that made his hips thrust.
“I didn’t help you cum in the bathroom,” he panted out.
She murmured a considering sound as the paddle whistled and slapped the underside of his right cheek.
Draco closed his eyes and hung his head, loving the tingle in his ass but feeling the urgent burn of his trapped cock and balls.
Still, “I destroyed the loo.” She dragged the paddle along his ass, the holes in it catching along his skin and scratching. Then she quickly whipped it back and smacked him hard.
He moaned, his mind trying to think beyond today. “I...I.” what would Hermione want to hear? What did he need to confess? He grimaced and rushed out, “I came too early!” Hermione made an amused noise in the back of her throat, but the paddle rushed down and hit the top of his fleshy cheeks, right where his ass crack started. The force sent his cock swinging into the bench, and he grimaced and threw his head back at the slight sensation.
“You’re doing so good, Draco. What number are you on?”
“I’ve...” he swallowed and licked his dry lips. “I’m on...five, I need to confess a fifth.” She paced around him, just out of his sight. He heard her small heels clicking on the stone as she waited. The paddle whistled through the air and Draco tensed up, but she just laughed and nothing smacked his arse. He was both relieved and disappointed—the rule was confess to earn a smack, why had he still wanted a smack?
“Draco,” she singsonged.
He shook his head, trying to ignore a growing tingling up his spine from his arse cheeks. Even the breeze of her passing made the flesh sting more. “I dropped our clothes, in the hall.” She whistled and flicked the paddle, the sting blooming on his cheeks as he panted.
“I called you names!” The paddle whistled again, but didn’t hit. He panted and lifted his arse as much as he could, bracing and anticipating. Then her hand smacked down hard with no warning, causing him to see stars.
Draco couldn’t think of a seventh thing, he was on seven right? He was supposed to confess seven things so Granger would let him cum. What was a seventh thing to confess? His mind was so fogged with pleasure he couldn’t even count straight, all he wanted was another smack and his cock out of its bindings so he could cum and show mistress how much he loved what she did to him.
“I’m waiting,” she purred darkly, running her hand gently over his burning bum before dragging her nails over the reddened flesh.
Draco moaned, panting and wide eyed as he struggled to think. She grabbed the globe of his right cheek with her nails digging in, leaning her weight over him. He sighed out in a rush of breath, “Since third year I wanked over you!”
The pressure lifted and he whined.
Her throaty laugh sounded, “That’s not something to confess for punishment. That’s such a compliment, what made you think of me while you tugged on your cock?”
He groaned. “You slapped me,” he murmured while her hand massaged his ass, fingers digging in to his abused flesh.
“I shouldn’t punish you for saying such nice things, but you are trying so hard.” Hermione laughed that dark velvet laugh again then the paddle was brought down so hard Draco felt himself black out for a second. She’d smacked him right over his crack, and it had lit up so many nerves and sensations that he’d never felt before his spine still had shivers travelling up it.
His toes had even tingled!
With a dreamy lecherous grin on his face Draco shifted, it was so hard to get comfortable! His ass, while tended, was still slightly sore and his cock was exhausted and so sensitive to the point of pain. His nipples...he didn’t even know he could cum just from those being played with. And they had been bitten and scratched and clamped. He shifted to his side and blinked sleepy eyes.
Hermione hummed happily, her fingers playfully flicking his cock. He moaned out as much as he could, his hips thrusting the measly inch available. He was splayed out on the dark sheets, his ankles and wrists tied to the bed posts. And Hermione, quite contently, was smothering him with her cunt.
Draco loved it.
Her fingers twisted his nipples as she hummed another fanciful bar of the song, then trailed her nails around the muscles of his abdomen and curled her fingers in his pubes. He groaned from where he was eating her out when she tugged gently.
With vigour he suckled her clit and nosed along the sensitive nerves of her pussy, nibbling gently and lipping her flesh. He was enthusiastic; because she promised as soon as she came she’d show him one last new thing. She also tasted amazing, and he thought he might cum just eating her out while she teased him.
“Oooh, that’s a good boy. Nibble my clit, I want to cum now. You’ve been so good, so good for mistress today. You’re already so much better at behaving than you were yesterday.”
Draco did as she bid, teething her clit and sucking and pushing his tongue against the trapped nubbin.
She sucked in a few gasping breathes, arching and pressing her pussy more into his jaw.
He moaned. His jaw was sore and his tongue was tired and all he could breathe in was pussy juices and their sweat from the marathon session. He couldn't think of anything better.
Hermione came with a happy yell, humping down on his face a few times and pinching his nipples in her pleasure.
With a sigh she lifted herself off, licking her lips when she met his eyes. Her wicked gleam was still present, and Draco bit his tongue. He loved that look on her. The first time he had seen it was yesterday in the loo and already he was addicted.
“Mistress always keeps her promises,” she whispered. Then she flicked her hand and the bindings on his ankles loosened, he sunk a bit more into the mattress, watching her with curious eyes. But he didn’t move, he’d learned.
She grinned at him, leering while licking her teeth. Then she prowled up the bed between his legs, guiding him to move them as she willed. He ended up curled with his feet being retied, this time each ankle to the same bedpost that anchored each wrist. He blinked and flexed a little, feeling a slight strain on his lower back. But a pillow suddenly was shoved there, offering some support.
“You’re so flexible; Quidditch isn’t a very physical sport. What do you do?”
He swallowed, “All purebloods practice fencing, it’s a gentleman’s sport.”
“hmHmmm,” she laughed in her throat. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned into his ass to talk closer to his face.
Draco bit his tongue. He might have gotten his spanking yesterday, and she had soothed some balm into his bruised cheeks, but he was still sensitive. And she felt so good pressing against his arse like that.
“Well, good. I like being able to tie you up so easily. You look so good on display for me like this, and you can almost watch with the way you’re all bent up.”
Draco licked his lips.
Then she hummed and left the bed, waltzing over to that delightful table that offered up all the goodies she’d demonstrated on him these two days. He was kind of sorry it was Sunday afternoon and she was letting him go back to the dorms. Two days and one night was not enough time to let her have her way with him.
He blushed and ducked his eyes away, embarrassed by his own thoughts.
He heard her making her way back, once again crawling up the bed towards his arse. He blinked at her, watching her pleased expression as she did something out of sight, then her oily hands were rubbing his arse, smoothing his cheeks and pulling them apart, tickling along the seam of his ass and thighs.
Draco sighed and relaxed back.
She even slid her fingers up his crease, circling his taint and flicking the bottom of his balls. His cock was turgid with blood, bobbing with every stroke of her hands on his flesh. She kneeled up higher, staring at him intently.
Then she pressed one thumb down insistently over that place behind his bollocks and he hissed, closing his eyes. He undulated a little, awkwardly given his position. Silver eyes snapped open when she shifted and a finger pressed into his ass, his wide eyes and gaping expression taking in her deceptively innocent look as she still massaged behind his balls and up the length of his cock with her other hand.
But there was a finger in his arse, gently pulling in and out. It didn’t hurt...but it felt weird. Draco swallowed and couldn’t help his continued awkward thrusts, she was still flicking his balls and massaging that secret spot she’d known he had...
Then her finger twisted and curled and Draco yelped and thrust, only he was thrusting the wrong way and Hermione was laughing and shifting so she could hold him down with her weight.
He panted and looked at her with astonished eyes, catching her wink before she rubbed again on that spot. “Ngh!” he bit his tongue as she started to circle her finger insistently over that spot.
She gave his cock a little kiss on the crown, making a “chuu” noise before she smirked and rubbed harder inside his arse and behind his balls and up his cock, watching him intently.
Draco came hard. He literally saw stars and felt his whole body tingle and tremble and shiver, a spreading heat of pins and needles over his skin. His eyes rolled back in his head and he arched and shouted a gargled version of her name. When she withdrew from his rosebud she gave a last insistent press to that spot, and Draco tensed without shooting any more, his body heaving and clenching and shivering.
He was still twitching when she’d fully released him from his bonds, his milky white body splayed out on dark grey sheets and undulating as little shocks still ran through him.
She contemplated him from the side of the bed where she stood. “You look good like this Draco—I was right. Pink makes you look so yummy.” Then she sighed and leaned over him, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek before patting his chest. “Well this has been fun. But the weekend is over. That’s all we agreed to.”
He didn’t respond, just watched her with dazed eyes as she donned her robe and flicked her hair back. She looked just like prim and proper Granger, but he knew she was only wearing her lacey knickers set under her Hogwarts robe. If he could he would have another boner.
But he was worn out, and he hadn’t once been inside Granger.
Fuuuu~uck.
She gave him a cheeky smile, licking her lips. “I hope I managed to help you relax, Draco,” she purred. Then she gave him a 'ta' over her shoulder as she left the room.
Draco collapsed into the bed, hardly able to work up the strength to dress. He looked down at himself, his ravaged nipples red and swollen, scratch marks down his torso, his flaccid cock coated with his own cum and hanging limply over his thigh which was also covered in scratches and reddened from slaps. Actually, most of him was covered with his seed. And he knew his backside was red and scratched, his back was all bitten and scratched and marked...
He groaned as he felt his cock twitch, but it was so sore that hurt!
Draco sighed dreamily as he drifted off to sleep. He wondered, if he wached closely, if Hermione ever dropped hints about her sexual prowess to anyone else. He'd not been expecting it, and now that his interest was peaked and he was relaxed his mind focused on pleasant memories and new fantasies.
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