Draco Malfoy Hermione Granger Ao3 Novels & Stories

Call me disgusting, cruel or whatever because I am everything that Humans hates. Darcy goes to the Alpha Xandier who is looking at her with admiration and respect. He holds her hand and shouts out to his pack "This is your Luna, my queen and my mate" The whole of the pack sits on their knees and bow to their queen. Darcy smiles proudly. This is the moment she has been waiting for and this is making her feel proud and she is feeling out of the world right at the moment. The Alpha pulls her closer and kisses her infront of the pack. Darcy kisses him back with equal vigour. They both break the kiss and look at the pack.

She slithered up to Alec and placed one her one hand on his head and the other on his heart, closing her eyes she started to see into Alec’s mind and heart, he was pure at heart and logical with thinking… he carried a light within him despite all the darkness around his life; his light burned brighter now with Nuri in his life, she then knew what archdragons she would make him. A light emitted from her hands and a glow radiated around Alec as he slowly levitated, his body started to take the shape of a dragon, A magnificent black dragon, with lightening blue eyes. Alec’s dragon body came down to the ground he was breathing heavy. Drakina motioned for Nuri to go to Alec, Nuri who was watching

Once she has his heart, then she could deal with all these temptations around him. The rest of the conversation before she left was awkward and Drake, who hated a situation like that, excused himself to work and after pressing her phone for a few minutes, she proceeded to leave. Drake ruffled his hair and stared into the distance for a few seconds, wondering when Morgana would be explored by him. A creepy yet sexy smirk played on his lips as he began to recall her beautiful features. Her curves, her long silver hair. Those eyes that change colors. Wait! Is she sick?

I beg. He begins his steady pace again and I moan as I reach to twine my tongue with his. Our breath is one as we are brought together over and over in this wonderful sensation. Above me Draco has clasped one of his hands behind my bottom grasping close. My leg is thrown loosely over his back. I break the kiss to moan aloud. My eyes shut to a building bright white light and when it fills my vision entirely I feel myself shatter screaming his name. In this height of bliss, I feel my womanhood tighten on his member as his strokes go wild. He slams against the heart of my with a shout and I feel his body jerk against me as his member throbs repeatedly below.

His cocky demeanor faltered. Draco hadn't moved. His posture was rigid, his gaze burning into me. I could feel the intensity of it, like a physical touch, a possessive claim. The air around him seemed to crackle with suppressed fury and undeniable arousal. I reveled in the power of it. I leaned closer to Mark, my voice dropping conspiratorially, but still loud enough for Draco to hear. “He’s very… thorough. And he doesn't like tardiness.” Mark cleared his throat. “Right. Well. Um. So… you wanna grab coffee sometime?” He was flustered.

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

"Will you stay with me no matter what?" "How can you ask that?" I turned her in my arms so that she could see the depth of my sincerity. "There is nothing that you could have done that would make me love you less." "Don't make promises you cannot keep, Orion Daax," her gaze was piercing and far too mature for a dragon not quite 50. Her eyes tell the story of a drakaina who has seen three times the life she has, all of it hard and dark. "I have done some terrible things. Unforgivable things."

Despite being held by Draco, she felt like she was going to collapse. Draco leaned in close to her, their faces were inches apart. In fact, the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his labored breathing and the scent of his breath, a mix of mint and liquor. His face remained emotionless, even as her piercing gaze bore into him.

He paused, his eyes rolling back as he closed them. “You’re soaked.” I was, but that didn’t mean I was going to admit defeat. “If you think eating me out is going to make me cry, you’re crazier than Azrael.” Azrael tutted, “Rude, so very rude.” “I think she needs that smart mouth of hers stuffed.” Orion hummed against my clit. Draco freed himself from his pants and my mouth went dry at the sight of his thick cock, the head so swollen it was nearly purple. He tapped it against my lips, and Azrael chuckled as I clamped them shut.

Isolde was a shaking mess as he moved to her spread legs. Draco groaned silently when he fixed his eyes on her pussy. Her wetness had spilled on the concrete slab, creamy. It taunted him. “Someone is wet already. Tell me do you have a kink for daggers?” “Monster!” She cursed him. Instead of inciting his anger, it goaded Draco. She bucked when his armor swept over her skin in his bid to lean between her spread legs. Draco smelled her, greedily gulping down her rich scent.