With a low, primal growl, he spun her around, pressing her pebbled nipples against the cold, unforgiving wall.
Thwack
In contrast, Draco's lean, muscular torso crashed into her, moulding her body to his own.
Her breath hitched, coming in ragged gasps as he leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.
"Mon amour…..ma chérie…" His words were a possessive murmur, dripping with lust worthy of the seductive language "Ton parfum me rend folle."
Her lips curved into a slow, teasing smile at his words, but it was fleeting—lost as his lips traced the delicate curve where her neck met her collarbone, sending a tremor of pleasure skittering down her spine. She was caught—deliciously so—between the cool, unrelenting wall and his smoldering heat, his solid chest firm against her back. She was trapped, body and soul, and oh, how she loved it.
"Draco, pourquoi nous sommes-nous arrêtés? Please… don't stop," she whimpered, her body betraying her as she pushed her hips back, pressing her ass against him. The firm length of him pressing against her—hard, throbbing, separated only by the thin barrier of her dress. She could feel him, all of him, and it sent a thrill through her that was both wicked and intoxicating.
That simply wouldn't do.The need to feel his skin, his heat, was unbearable. Her fingers twitched, itching to rip the dress away, to shed the last barrier between them.
A deep, rough grunt escaped Draco's throat as he pushed even closer, his strong hands tightening around her waist hard enough to bruise.
His fingers moved with an intimacy that sent her pulse racing, brushing her hair aside with a tenderness that felt at odds with the fire simmering between them.
"Let me," he murmured, his voice soft yet commanding. His fingers grazed her back, deftly unhooking her red gown with slow, deliberate precision.
Her dress peeled from her body, pooling at her feet, leaving her utterly exposed. Bare as the day she was born.
"Merlin..." Draco's voice was thick, laden with awe and hunger as his eyes raked over her bare skin. The way he looked at her made her feel like the most beautiful creature alive.
She knew she was desirable—Fleur had never doubted her allure— He should be, of course. Fleur knew she was sex appeal on legs, and from the way his voice sounded heavy thick with a mix of awe and hunger, only solidified it.
Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she glanced over her shoulder, dark eyes glinting with desire. Then with a deliberate grace, she shifted, a subtle realignment of her hips that was as provocative as it was innocent. The movement was deliberate, exposing her exposing her bare ass save for the thin, white strip concealing her crack.
"Like what you see?" she purred, her voice low, sultry, and utterly in control.
His response was immediate. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he closed the distance between them, his hips pressing flush against hers. The hard, heated length of him brushed against her slick folds, the soaked fabric of her panties the only barrier between them.
His hands moved possessively, sliding down her sides, gripping her hips firmly as he positioned himself between her thighs. She could feel every inch of him, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her pussy through the wet cotton. The friction sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, the flimsy barrier only heightening the sensation as the thin fabric rubbed against her sensitive clit.
A desperate whimper escaped her lips as her body instinctively arched, pushing back against him.
"Draco," she breathed, her voice a ragged plea, thick with need. She wanted—no, needed—more. Needed him inside her, filling her, claiming her.
Draco took that as encouragement. He continued slow, deliberate rocking motions, thrusting to and fro. Each movement sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her with the friction intensifying the heat pooling in her belly. She could feel every inch of him, the smooth hardness sliding against her white panties. Though calling it white would be generous given that the fabric appeared more see-through with a wetness that was only getting wetter.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuckkk Draco," she breathed, her voice a desperate plea. She needed more, needed him inside her, filling her completely.
He chuckled darkly as the plump cheeks of her soft jello ass jiggled and rippled to the tune of his hips.
"Shhhhh." he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Patience baby.""Ahnnn!…Ah!"
She could barely form a coherent response, her would-be protests dissolving into labored gasps as the friction intensified. The wetness of her panties only made the glide of his cock more torturous, every movement sending sparks of pleasure racing through her veins. Her ass jiggled with each thrust, rippling beneath the relentless push of his hips as he smashed her thickness flat before bouncing off it delightfully the thin fabric of her panties clinging to her soaked, swollen folds.
Her pussy lips were basically being sawed with cock.
And just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he stopped. The sudden absence of movement left her reeling, her breath ragged, her body aching for more.
Then came the thud. A pause as Draco dropped to his knees. Her skin prickled with anticipation.
Then she felt it—a teasing breath ghosting over the sensitive curve of her lower back, followed by the firm grip of hands on her ass. Her breath hitched, eyes flying open, but her body remained frozen in place.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him. Draco, on his knees, his stormy eyes dark with desire, taking in every inch of her. The sogginess of her panties on an ass sculpted to utter perfection. So round and pert, her peachy buns ate at the undies, sinking them between her hungry cheeks.
He squeezed the cheeks feeling it yield under his grip softly, then pulled them apart. The soggy fabric of her panties shifted, giving him a fleeting view of her drenched pussy. Oh and the clenching, puckered impossibly the tight, puckered hole nestled between, winking shyly.
Then, without warning, Draco tugged at her panties with his teeth, dragging the soaked fabric down her thighs. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, savoring every second, every inch of newly exposed skin. His hot breath brushed against her nakedness, making her shiver.
When his tongue finally slid between her folds, Fleur gasped, her head falling back against the wall. "Merde," she moaned, her voice breathless and broken.
She was defenseless as his tongue explored her already tingling sensitivite coochie. Draco didn't care, eating like a starving man.
His tongue danced, exploring her with expert precision. Every flick, every stroke sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over her. She could barely keep herself upright, her body trembling as he devoured her.
Moving with a hunger she had never experienced before. He was relentless, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as he licked, teased, and sucked. Fleur's fingers dug into the cold stone wall, her knuckles turning white as she tried to maintain some semblance of control. But it was useless.
"You taste so sweet," he murmured, the words vibrating against her swollen clit before he diving back in into her pink insides.
Fleur's knees buckled again, her body shaking as another guttural moan escaped her lips. His pink muscle was relentless, alternating between gentle, teasing licks and intense suction that left her gasping for air.
Tension coiled slowly in her belly, growing stronger with every stroke of his tongue. Fleur's hands flew to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she tried to pull him closer, needing more, needing him deeper.
And then his fingers joined in, sliding inside her with ease. He moved with purpose, each thrust of his fingers pushing her closer to the edge. The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of her echoed in the room, mixing with her pathetic whimpers and the wet sounds of her arousal.
Schlick! Shtick! Schlick!
"Draco, please..." Fleur's voice was high and desperate, her body trembling, begging. She wasn't sure what she was pleading for anymore, but she knew she had to.
Draco chuckled darkly against her, his breath hot on her skin. He pulled his moist slick fingers out of her, leaving her empty for a moment before his tongue resumed its battle, this time with her clit.
And so she continued wailing.
The pressure in her belly built and built, her body trembling seemingly with the very force of it. She was so close, teetering on the edge of release, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
But just as she thought she would fall over the edge, Draco stopped, pulling back."No! Tu... tu l'as encore fait. Espèce de monstre. Pourquoi t'es-tu arrêté, bordel!?? Why??!"
Her shriek echoed through the air, sharp and piercing as the feathers spread across her neck, her transformation gaining speed. She thrashed, looking behind, half-mad with frustration, her new beak opening to hurl vitriol.
Draco's expression had shifted, dark and dangerous, his grey eyes glinting with something unreadable. There was a hunger there, yes—but also something more, something colder, more controlled, as if her outburst had triggered something deep inside him. His hand lingered on her thigh, his touch light but commanding, the pressure just enough to remind her who was really in control.
Her breath hitched, the anger still simmering in her veins, but the sight of him—silent, watching—made her falter. The words caught in her throat, her beak snapping shut. Apologies bubbled up instinctively, unbidden.
"Sorry, daddy," she whispered, her voice small and contrite as she turned back to face the wall, her body shivering.
Draco didn't respond with words.
Whap! His palm slammed into her right ass-globe, the sharp sound of it ringing out in the quiet room.
"Ah!" She chirped, her body jolting forward, hands flying to brace herself against the wall.
The impact was repeated again and again. Whap! Whap! Whap! Then, it began to alternate sides. He spanked her over and over, drawing moans, pausing occasionally to take big handfuls of ass-flesh and knead them like dough.
Draco growled, as if the buffet before him had drawn out even more animalistic tendences.
"You like this, don't you?"
No, Fleur's mind whimpered. I need to cum. Please just make me cum.
"Yes," She mewled, lip biting and wiggling her ass like a bitch in heat. "Yes!" She arched her back more.
Draco watched her carefully, the pale globes of her ass wobbling with each strike. The sight of her, so vulnerable and submissive, sent a thrill through him. His handprint stood out against her pale skin, a mark of his control.
"That's better," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. His hand lingered on her skin, soothing the sting with a gentle caress.
Then he stood and she felt it. Big. Heavy. Warm. It flopped down into the space between her pulled-open cheeks, lodging there. She could feel it throb.
And so she begged silently beneath her breath.
Please. Please. Please. Please.
Up and down. His engorged head hot dogged her puffy red lips. Veering closer and closer to her clit, without quite touching it.
Please. Please. Please.
Her body responded, arching under his palm as he wrapped her hair around his fist in a firm, inescapable ponytail.
Please. Please. Please. Please.
Without any warning, Draco's hips went slammed forward and his cock planted balls deep in her cunt, his hips slamming into hers with a heavy 'SMACK' bottoming out in her.
Fleur's eyes rolled back in her skull and she gurgled, her pussy stuffed full of steaming cock meat.
Her mouth was open but her voice was constantly interrupted by her own inexplicable cries of pleasure as the air was driven from her. Her pussy squelching louder and wetter."
"Yes!!" Fleur screamed. Euphoric was an understatement to how she felt. They were finally one. As there were meant to be. Veela to Incubi.
"Merlin, that's a tight one!" Draco groaned as he felt the way her walls squeezed around his helmet, strangling him as he carved a path though her walls. Twisting his hips, jerking his cock three inches in and then one inch back, stuffing her full.
Fleur just wheezed, her cheeks pressed against the cold wall as he took a bruising grip on her hips and really began to pound, feeling like he was pulling half her insides out with him only to slam his hips back down, knocking the air out of her lungs through her nose while his balls smacked noisily into the underside of her meaty ass cheeks.
Sweat trickled down her skin while her tits jiggled wildly to the sides with every brutal thrust he sent soaring towards her cervix.
She reached back to clutch at her right ass cheek and drag it out of the way as he watched over half of his length slide inside
"Yes! Take my pussssyyyyy" She cried, finally finding her as her palms slapped against the wall and she shoved her plush ass against his hips, throwing it back with a meaty 'SLAP-SLAP-SLAP.
The lewd noises of their rampant session spilt out of the room, their heightened groans and moans, the loud squelching of fast, reckless sex.
His hips sped up and Fleur started to sing, a song of moans and whimpers as Draco did his best to reshape her cunt despite the circulation cutting stranglehold it had on his cock.
Her spasming walls felt like they were trying to push him out and that made Draco shove harder. The way her thick and toned arse cradled his hips like a felt cushion didn't soothe him, it made him crave violence. But the way she moaned his name?
"Draco!"
CLAP! CLAP!CLAP!'
"Ah~ah~ah~AH~AH~AH!"
She suddenly let out a high pitched scream, the sound of it echoing through the air, her entire body taut with a shuddering release. The force of her orgasm was as powerful as she was—her body, tight and fierce, seized him in a vice-like grip.
Draco's breath hitched, his mind hazy with the overwhelming sensation of her strength wrapped around him. He had no time to relish in the fact that he had made her cum undone; her inner muscles clenched around him, squeezing him with an intensity that left him gasping. The pressure was so intense, so sudden, it sent him spiraling toward his own release. He groaned, the sound thick and low in his throat, as his nuts clenched and his body gave in, flooding her with womb white.
It was too much, too fast, and he collapsed forward, chest heaving, barely able to pull back as her body released him. A ring of white goo formed around his buried cock and dribbled out of her pussy as soon as he evacuated.
Her legs, still trembling from the overwhelming intensity, gave out beneath her. She collapsed to the floor, knees hitting the ground with a soft thud, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. She tried to steady herself, her arms weak as they buckled, leaving her chest pressed against the cold floor, her body completely spent. Her dress crumpled and soiled beneath her, stuck to her damp skin as she lay there, trying to gather her strength.
For a moment, the room was utterly still. The only sound between them was the labored breathing that filled the air, heavy and uneven, punctuated by the soft tap-tap of their combined juices dripping from Draco's softening cock onto the floor. Each drop hit the wooden surface with a quiet, almost obscene rhythm, a reminder of the intensity they had just shared.
Draco, leaning back, could barely keep his eyes open, the weight of exhaustion pulling at him. His cock, glistening with the aftermath of their passion, throbbed slightly, as if his body hadn't fully processed what had just happened. He blinked, swallowing hard, trying to catch his breath, his heart still racing in his chest.
And then, amidst the quiet, Fleur slowly lifted her head. Her hair, tangled and wild, fell around her flushed face as she turned to look at him. Her blue eyes, still heavy-lidded with the lingering effects of her orgasm, locked onto his. She bit her lip, a small, breathless smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
"Can you go again?" she asked, her voice hoarse, barely above a whisper, yet filled with an undeniable hunger.
Draco's softening cock twitched, then surged back to life at her words.That was answer enough.
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