Draco Malfoy X Reader Spicy Novels & Stories

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.

She had him now. Pulling down his black boxer briefs, she released his hardening length. Snake was slightly disappointed he wasn't already completely standing at attention for her but she knew she would soon have that situation under control. She took his length in her hand and took the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his thick head in the way she knew he liked. Venom blew out a deep breath and Snake started to suck like a pro.

It was raw and reckless. A way for Draco to burn out the frustration that had been choking him since seeing Damon alive. Lucia encouraged every movement, every release of rage, whispering words he couldn’t fully process but definitely enjoyed. Their bodies merged with the same brutal intensity Draco used in battle…hard, unforgiving, and primal. Lucia met every thrust, every kiss, and every bite like she’d been anticipating it all day. He groaned her name loudly without remorse, and screamed against his mouth in undiluted pleasure.

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.

Marina never saw this coming. She couldn't dodge as the sword sliced into her shoulder, carving off flesh. She collapsed, screaming in pain, "Why? I nearly died from giving birth to your child, and you want to kill me?" Horace laughed bitterly, "My child? Royal dragons are born red. There has never been a blue one. You cheated on me!" Marina didn't know this rule. She cowered, trembling until she saw me smirking behind Horace. That was when she realized everything.

believing Draco was had stopped jasmine tried to pull down her legs but to her surprised Draco reacted quickly and harshly pulled her leg more closer and with one hard push he inserted his entire length inside her core… “AAAHhhhhhhhhh…………………………………………” Jasmine winded in pain as she was not physically ready for it… “Drcooo…. No… stop it… Draco ple… please stop.. it hurts” Jasmine kept pleading Draco to stop but Draco on other hand kept thrusting inside her like a wild animal hungrily devouring on its prey “DRACO… STOP IT YOUR HURTING ME…” Jasmine screamed on top of her lungs

Her eyes slowly fluttered open and her back gracefully arched, a euphoric wave of pleasure rippling through her body. She looked down to see Lucian's head nestled between her legs, devouring her like a ravenous dragon. His only appetite was for her and only her. She cried out as his skilled fingers expertly massaged her tender bud, surpassing any expectations of pleasure she had ever known. She wanted more, no, she needed more. So, she grabbed the back of his head and pushed his tongue deeper inside her.

My cock was already dripping, aching for him "Have you done this before?", I asked him. "Not really". "Good, I'll make sure it's your best", I said and bit his ear he winced, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had craved him too much to be gentle. I spread his legs wider, positioning myself between them "Do you like being choked?", I asked. "Yes". Fuck this man is nasty, nasty! I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind My lips wandered from the side of his face desperate and hungry down to his neck. I bit and sucked every part of it, making sure I left very visible hickeys as I went.

That's disgusting. Professor Lucien Drake is obviously good-looking—standing at six feet, with flawless skin and perfect teeth. He’s probably a sight for the female teachers’ sore eyes. Actually, female students like him too, but whenever they approach him, he doesn’t entertain them—which brought about the name Grumpy Pants. "As I said, I could report you to the school disciplinary committee, but..." I don’t wait for him to finish. My heart somersaults in panic, pounding so loud it feels like it might burst through my chest. Cold tile presses against my knees as I fall, begging him like my life depends on it.

“Please, Jake.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Mira’s face pressed into the pillow. He pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, back arched. His hand came down in a firm smack on one cheek. The sting made her moan louder. “Such a bad girl, wanting your best friend’s man,” he growled. But there was no anger in it, only heat. He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and pushed in hard. Mira cried out as he filled her in one thrust. He was thick, and the stretch burned in the best way. Her pussy gripped him tight.