Novel & Cerita Female Draco Malfoy

Alcina looks away. The Duchess taps her finger against the table's wooden surface, and it feels like the blaring rhythm of a snare drum to Alcina's frayed nerves. It is Darla, then, who speaks, surprising every person but Percy. "Is it not obvious?" she has a small but devilish smile on her lips as she stares down her nose at the Duchess in particular. "She is a dragon lord." A pause before Darla tilts her head. "Well. The dragonlord, I suppose."

The door creaked open as Adrian stepped inside. He glanced at Draco for affirmation. A small nod from his side had Adrian ordering the witches to come inside. There were three of them. Draco has known one of them before. When his father got sick she cured him with her potions. Draco has high hopes for them. "My Lord," The three of them bowed slightly while whispering. "This is my wife here. I want you to cure her and that toddler," Draco said stoically. His cold voice and icy gaze gave nothing away except for the unexplainable fear that rattled their hearts.

“Drakun.” The dragon made a sound like a snort of approval. “Drakos Drakun.” To the surprise and horror of everyone watching; the king, the soldiers who stood guarding him, the noblemen and their families, the prince and the princess, Llod and Hegi, the dragon’s serpentine eyes closed and it bowed its head and pushed it into her hand. Mare released a shaky breath and let her fingers fold over the tough scales. She closed her eyes. The surge of warmth within her was now a dull burn in her heart. This dragon was hers.

I definitely failed to understand if the feats were applaudable or needed to be frowned upon. He evaporated, leaving just the two of us in there. She slowly lifted her head up, looking at me with her doe eyes and then calling my name. " It's you Draco! I knew it! Can you unchain me? I want to touch you like this. Is this the true form of a Dragon? Is this really the way a Dragon actually looks? " She was pulling at her chains. Fighting. It showed that she was badly curious. She looked ravishing, chained like that to be honest.

I didn't appear to be, but I listened to every word. The girls already knew what to ask to feel her out, things that might seem strange coming from me but were easily seen as just conversation coming from the two young girls. Little does she know, but Draco's daughters are anything but the norm. Each question though seemingly nothing more than friendly banter, was as sharp as any seasoned investigator's.

Looking at the mark on her arm Elizabeth was in complete shock unable to utter a word. At this moment Lea asked, "You recognize this mark right Your Majesty?". Elizabeth lifted her gaze from the mark on Lea's arm to her face as she tried to ask "You…You… You are the". Understanding her question Lea answered with a slight smile on her face "I am the White Dragon Warrior and now you might understand why my identity was kept hidden all these years".

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.

My fingers tangled in his hair as he pressed his mouth against me, and I cried out—biting my lip to smother the sound. The world narrowed to sensation. The heat of his tongue, the strong hands holding me open, the delicious rhythm that had me gasping for more. “Draco—please—” And then— “Draco!” A female voice cut through the forest, shrill, familiar. My entire body froze. Marla. Draco cursed under his breath, pulling back reluctantly, his jaw tight with fury. “Not now,” he growled. But the spell was broken. I pulled my dress down with shaking hands, mortified. Shame and disappointment warred inside me as I straightened up.

She could tell he was male by his coloring and shape, that much she knew about dragons. Male dragons were bigger and bulkier than the smaller slender females. The males also had dull colors compared to the various gem tones of females. Fighting this one would be easy since he was one of the smaller dragons and wouldn't be very difficult to take down, she figured. As soon as the man had made eye contact with her, she felt suddenly odd. Her world took a three-sixty degree turn and instantly she saw the man in a different light. She felt her anger towards him diminish and a strange warmness spread through her body. The ground seemed out of balance beneath her feet for a few seconds before retur

‘Do you think I am so stupid that I would leave your magic unlocked little hybrid? He began to fist his hard cock his eyes locked on her glistening pussy, to her shame she could not prevent her arousal. Draco was a gorgeous male specimen and he knew it. His dark golden hair and flashing emerald green eyes made him irresitable to females, he was never short of at least two of them in his bed every night, dragons had an insatiable appetite for sex in all its enchanting forms and he had taken full advanatge of his postion as King to satisfy his every whim. Now he would fulfil his lust fuelled dreams but fucking the stunningly beautiful hybrid he had desired since that first meeting.