Previously on May We Live In Interesting Times.
"Tell me Draco Malfoy, how are you an Incubus?
"Incubus?" I blinked a couple of times, in surprise.
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"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am love, I am beauty, I am desire but you can call me Aphrodite, love. Your patron. I have been aware of you from the moment the first wisps of my essence began to flow in you and despite what the machine tells you.
You have my essence in you, and now my recognition, oh child of mine. You'll need it. Even now I see the hands of Fate trying to weave your tale. Be careful Draco Malfoy. I leave you with my blessing; go now and be an instrument of desire.
I watched as she knelt down, holding unto my member and left a big soggy kiss on my tip. A pink glow from her mouth suffused into it and I awoke.
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"You're welcome," I heard, whispered into my ear.
Aphrodite
"Now embrace your nature and fuck,Draco Malfoy.
I looked at Fleur as a jolt traveled throughout mybody and I knew then, that I was gonna empty my balls in her because it was only right.
Chapter 4: Slut me out
Fleur Delacour relished the act of kissing. The sensation of lips clashing, desperate for that intimate connection—the wild clash of tongues, eagerly exploring the depths of each other's mouths—was an irresistible indulgence she savored.More than that, beyond mere physicality, a kiss was, to Fleur, a seductive language woven in breath and heat.
For you see, a Veela's kiss offered a glimpse into the soul-your thoughts, hunger, and desires all laid bare in that intimate exchange.And desire?Fleur was familiar with desire. It thrummed through her body like a constant current.This was the burden – the blessing? – of being Veela.
Usually she focused it differently- the desire for power, the desire for recognition beyond a pretty face, to protect her sister from everything she went through as a veela and the aspiration to surpass her mother.But of course she still felt it in its most primal ways. The desire to feel. The desire to be touched. The desire to kiss. The desire be kissed.A simple brush of lips held little allure for her. Kisses, like courtiers, required a certain finesse to unlock their true potential. Her desires were discerning, a secret court she jealously guarded.There was a languor she craved, a certain dance of exploration. Lips meeting hers in a deliberate pushes. Hungry. Each aftertouch lingering like a whispered promise.That, however, was but the prelude.A kiss was more than just the work of the lips; it was expressive. And expression she loved to feel. The firm, confident hold at her waist, a possessive claim that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.The clumsy grab at her ass. Each gentle pull drew her closer. A calculated seduction that ignited a fire within, a potent mixture of surrender and control.This was not a mere kiss; it was a prelude to a deeper conquest, a battlefield where she, the willing captive, yearned to be vanquished.In that firm embrace, she found a paradoxical comfort.
The very act of relinquishing control, of being drawn in, fueled a secret thrill. A security that whatever lustful reaction her body would yield, you were more than capable of handling it…of handling her.Lip-teasing held a particular allure, especially when punctuated by gentle bites. The sound of lips meeting filled her with a heady delight, and she harbored a special fondness for the sensation of kisses trailing along her neck; each touch sending electric shivers through her body as her most sensitive spot was tantalized. However, her encounters with the boys of Beauxbatons always left her feeling unsatisfied.They never seemed to grab the importance of a kiss, how it could spark desire, how much it got the juices flowing, or how it was a language of its own communicated through through the lips.
Girls, on the other hand, she had a much better time kissing. They knew how to kiss her right. With them, it wasn't just a kiss; it was an awakening of senses. The tenderness, the caress of soft lips against soft lips. It was a slow dance of exploration that sent shivers cascading down her spine. It was simmering heat, a slow burn that ignited a fire in the pit of her belly. A fire girls understood all too well. And as a creature of lust, it was thrilling to feel how aroused girls got.
Draco Malfoy kissed in exactly the way she liked—like a girl.He kissed her with a deliberate slowness that lit every nerve in her body. Her skin aflame with need. His lips, warm and insistent, explored the contours of her mouth, tracing the delicate curve of her teeth.
There was something almost...familiar about him. It sent a delicious thrill coursing through her veins like fine wine. Her heart fluttered beneath her ribs as if eager to escape their confines.
His tongue, in a rough caress against hers sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body. The touch was a delicious friction that sent shivers down her spine, and so she surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of their kiss. The taste of him, a heady blend of desire and longing, consumed her and she clung to him, her fingers threading through the tousled strands of his hair, pulling him closer.
His hands, strong and possessive, found their place on her hips, she felt. His touch was unyielding, fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hips and on its path to going lower.
Her knees buckled, the heat blooming within her threatening to consume her whole. But just as she teetered to the edge, he pulled away leaving her breathless and aching.
Their lips hovered a scant inch apart. Her chest heaved, mirroring his, anticipation a tight knot in her stomach. His gaze, those stormy grey eyes, devoured her whole. He could see right through her, see the raw hunger burning within. And for the first time, she didn't want to hide. She wanted him to see it all, to claim her, to devour her whole. There was hunger in those eyes and she wanted to be eaten.
And then, with a deliberate slowness that bordered on torture, he claimed her mouth once more, igniting flames that consumed reason.This time, there was no room for playful exploration.Draco Malfoy kissed her like he was drowning and she was air. Oh his mouth was desperate and hungry, his tongue exploring every inch of hers. His lips were contradictory-gentle yet demanding, tender yet possessive.
The point was that he kissed, and he kissed well. So it wasn't surprising that reason and sense fled as desire whipped through her. Hot and sharp, it had her pressing her pebbled nipples closer to his torso.
His coat fell to the floor, forgotten-a mere obstacle in this urgent race. Hands roaming, an explorer mapping desire. Her fingers, trembling, yet purposeful found undid the buttons of his shirt one by one.
His palm on the other hand left her hips and slammed into her right arsecheek.'Thwack' She squealed around his tongue, releasing a long breathy moan of excitement as she felt her arse ripple. He groped her with the same passion with which he kissed, his hands grasped the fabric of her long dress, inching it up with an urgency that matched their fervor. With each pull, the dress ascended, revealing her creamy smooth thighs and matching red panties.
He moved his hand unto her thick fat arse, squeezing as her hot flesh bulged between his fingers.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, unable to stand on her own, as he broke their kiss,He then leaned forward nipping at the skin of her neck while his hand moved up and grasped her jaw, tilting her head to the side with a firm but gentle pressure, then he whispered to her.
"You taste so good, baby."Lust emerged as a guttural growl, his voice an octave that left goosebumps over her skin.
Words of affirmation…check.
She flushed, her knees weakening as his breath caressed her earlobes, sending shivers down her spine. Hearing him say that made her feel good. He knew how to push all her buttons effortlessly and skillfully, as he trailed his lips down her neck, biting and leaving hickeys.
Neck kisses…check
Pinned to his body, her breath hitched in her throat as she felt a hard cylindrical object pressed against her inner thigh. Her heart began hammering in her chest. His hands were still squeezing her ass, so it wasn't possible that was his arm.
She looked down, and against his dress pants, there was a long prominent imprint, straining heavily.
It was a penis. His penis. His incredibly warm, fat looking penis. She was beginning to understand why the Incubi were considered so dangerous. Within the few minutes of this short exchange, he had disarmed her, calmed any reservations she had about getting with someone she just met, checked all her boxes, and got her so wet and sticky that she wanted…no needed to see his cock glistening with her wetness.
The schlong in question seemed absurd, straining against his dress pants with its above average length. It hinted an intimidating girth.
Her fingers traced the outline with halting touches.
The pointed prominence beneath his clothing seemed to twitch with a life of its own, pressing insistently against the fabric that contained it, as if it yearned to extend itself beyond its confines.
She belatedly realized that being confined in such a tight space would be uncomfortable to the angry looking impression.
So she slid her fingers under the waistband of his pants, feeling the heat of his skin and the hardness of his muscles. She pulled the belt loose and unbuttoned his fly, then slid the pants down his legs, along with his boxer shorts, revealing surprisingly well muscled legs and a bulging tent.
Merde. A rush of heat flooding her cheeks, she stared at his towering man meat with astonished eyes.
A soft, involuntary mewl escaped her lips as she inhaled, acknowledging the presence of the now heady atmosphere saturated with a masculine musk. Her fingers encircled the girth, or at least tried to. It refused to be so easily encircled, stretching apart her fingers when she gave it a testing squeeze, its veiny surface a pleasure to behold.
She could feel herself transforming now. Heat blossoming in her gut, a molten current threatening to break free. Feathers, delicate and iridescent, unfurled along her neck, their edges brushing against her skin like whispers.
She exhaled, belaying the transformation.
Fleur was losing control, and she knew it.
Things felt primal now. The presence of an incubi here— his smell, his touch, his feel— spoke…no rather screamed to the veela in her. The royal blood of Aphrodite in her vein, with its astonishing attributes ensuring that she retained the ability to transform even as a quarter veela. A very vexing discovery for the full-blooded Veela in the coven.
Draco Malfoy seemed to have that effect; this loss of control. Everything he did now left an impression on her. Her body desired his, to be fucked by him.
It showed in the slow sensual strokes she had subconsciously started giving his large member. His veins throbbed under her touch, showcasing his virility.
He groaned at the sensation, seemingly enjoying her ministrations and thrust his hips forward as if to fuck her grip.That was another thing with Draco Malfoy. He was generous with his reactions—the moans, growls and sounds he let out filling her ears so unlike most boys. Every sound he made encouraging and turning her on the more.
As she stroked, a dollop of precum emerged from his tip. It was the first of its kind. With an expert stroke, she spread it sensually, lubing the rod and ensuring that resistance was less. Pumping became easier as more precum came out.
Groaning, his fingers traced the curve of her spine, and up between her shoulder blades, teasing her neck before it slipped up over the nape. He wrapped her hair around his fist in a firm, inescapable ponytail before he then whispered into her ear
"Kneel" His voice was low and conmanding, sending a jolt of fear and desire through her body.
Her breaths came faster now, shallow as her legs finally gave out and she fell to her knees.
Face to face with his towering arousal, she took in a deep shuddering breath, which filled her lungs with an oh so masculine musk. Her mouth started to water and tingle with anticipation as her crossed eyes traced the length of him, casting a shadow on her face. She sensed the intense scrutiny of his engorged tip, aimed directly at her, demanding that she take responsibility for its situation.
A responsibility she happily took on. Her lips soft and eager embarked on a scorching decent, leaving a trail of smouldering hot kisses along his shaft while making sure to not break eye contact, her hand cupping and caressing his weighty orbs that hung low
"Your tongue; show me darling."
Fleur rolled her sopping wet tongue out of her pink cavern, dripping saliva unto the floor.
Hand still buried in her blonde hair, he dragged her closer, slapping his cock against her tongue severally. Each tap sending a thrilling jolt through her and getting more and more saliva on it till he started with a slow glide on her tongue and slid into her moist cavern of her lips, her tongue acting as a carpet and appreciating the meaty taste.
The feel of his hot veiny cock slowly brushing against the rough dorsum of her tongue got her wet like nothing she had ever felt before. The slow exaggerated roll of his hips as he just slid in added a more sinful nature to this sexual act.
His considerable girth demanded that she widen her jaw to its limits, and still he grazed snugly against the roof of her throat. However her saliva served as sufficient lubrication.
Soon, he was thrusting slowly till he was fucking her mouth, his pace increasing till his tip pressed and tickled the back of her throat and triggered a reflexive gag-"glurk" and she instinctively moved her head back.
"You're so big Draco." She complained."I know love." He whispered, voice husky."But you don't consider stopping, do you?"
No.
She couldn't deny the deep level of satisfaction she felt slobbering over his dick especially as a molten ache pooled in her belly. Her pussy hot and moist begged to be filled. She wanted this…no..needed this.
Besides it was easy to hear the hunger in his voice and Fleur knew that one way or the other he was going to have his cock buried deep in her orifice.
"Try to relax and breathe through your nose. We'll take it slowly."
So she picked up her resolve, parting her lips and giving entrance. To the mighty fat member of Draco Malfoy. His substantial tip grazed the opening of her gullet. This time, she was committed to doing better. To being better. So she locked eyes with him, moving her head and silently urging him forward.
And forward he went, prodding at the opening of her throat. Forcing his way into its moist constraints further and further until he was finally granted entry.
Triumph surged through her like a happy wave inside but outside tears blurred her vision. She could scarcely see the blurry outline of Draco Malfoy, but the meaty taste of his cock in her mouth as her insides tried as much as possible to grip down on it was enough to ground her and so she didn't fall, didn't look away, couldn't disappoint.
Instead, she leaned into the ache, craving the collision of pleasure and pain. Saliva dripped continuously from her open mouth, a testament to her surrender.
He began thrusting again, inching further and further down her pipe until her lips finally touched the base of his cock.
"There. You've done it….oh you've done it love." He cooed. "Good girl. Breatheee…breathe through your nose. That's it. Oh fuck." He shuddered, unable to take his eyes off her.
The convulsions of her throat around hismanhood and the dampness of her mouthappeared to heighten his ecstasy. She took care to get as unapologetically messy as she could, drooling more and more with each withdrawal and rentry of his cock.
Moist saliva trailed down his testicles, leaving a glistening path on the floor. With deliberate intent, he withdrew almost entirely before plunging back in, claiming her mouth with a primal hunger.
Fucking her mouth like it was meant to be used.GLUCK! GLCK! GLUK!Again and again, she felt every throbb and pulse of this penal veins as he thrust through the sides of her throat and it got her wet like nothing she had ever felt before.
The sound of her wet mouth being made use of filled the room, a testament to the consummate way with which he plundered it, leveraging his hips back and forth.
GLUCK! GLCK! GLUK! GLCK! GRRLUC!"
Her jaw ached a bit, still she did her best, eager to keep tasting him, eager to prove to him that she could take what he had to offer. He just had to fill her mouth with his baby swimmers, quench her thirs-
He's stopping, she thought. Why is he stopping? Why are you stopping Draco Please don't stop
She mewled and begged, gurgling as he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Frustration mingled with pure need.Don't stop Draco. Please.