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Warning: Major lemon ahead. Believe it or not, it's the "clean" version. If anyone wants to read the dirtier one, visit AdultFanfiction, and look up my name.

Chapter 7: Behind Closed Doors

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Draco pulled the shift away from her arms, and placed a tense kiss on both of her tits. "Is that how you define this?" she asked, trying to sound forbidding. Malfoy ignored her laughable attempts at trying to intimidate him, and yanked her wrists up to be chained. She was fucking tempting looking at him like that.

"At the very least, scrougify me."

Draco didn't think twice about complying.

"Accio bed," he summoned, and the bed skidded across the floorboard, and he lifted up Hermione's legs just in time, so the bed could scoot under her. As she pondered the fuck-worthy position she was in, Draco reached into his pants and pulled his penis free. He kicked the remainder of his clothes off, and rushed to clamber under Hermione, so he could feel her ass seated on his abdomen.

Hermione blushed.

Well this was virgin territory.

"Let me out," Hermione wriggled.

"Are you sure you want this?" Draco panted.

"Only if you let me out!" Hermione demanded, aching to get her hands wrapped around his balls, and make him see stars.

"I can't let you touch me," sweat beaded across his hairline, undermining the effort he was trying to use, to keep his hands twitching by his sides. "It's a…rule that I have. No touching."

"What…ever?" Hermione stared down at him incredulous, and Draco groaned, the knowledge she wanted to use her hands to stimulate him a heady one. Slowly, on his terms, his hands brushed up her thighs and he growled, using magic to haul the bed down vertically, so suddenly Hermione was straddling Draco's Malfoy's face.

"Oh."

Hermione stared down at him, wide-eyed.

Draco finally let her go, with an arrogant smile. He folded his arms behind his head, and used the same magic, so she was seated in her former position, practically on top of his swollen dick.

"That was…That was…" Hermione gasped.

"Mind-blowing?" Draco grinned, before it fell away and his gaze sharpened. "But it's far from over. I know you're ready, Hermione. Acquaint yourself with little Draco, or quite-big-the-lucky-bugger Draco as I put it, to reap what you sow."

"But I'm a virgin," she panted, strung up, and sweat trickling down her wanton and heaving breasts. She certainly didn't sound like one, when she was mewling on top of his face a little earlier.

"That's why you're on top," he smirked. "So you can slide yourself down at your own pace. I'll try my very best not to thrust up, I promise."

"Well…" she licked her lips. "I suppose I could give it a go…"

"Hurry."

Hermione couldn't lever herself backwards without her hands, so used the chain to swing herself slightly back, until she felt something hard brush against her core.

Merlin, it was fucking glory to see.

Draco was watching her like a hawk. "Take your time," he encouraged, but the message hidden between the lines was clear: Take your own time after you've sat on it.

Trembling, Hermione lowered herself till she felt the very tip, pressing against her. This was the business end.

To his testament, Draco didn't bury himself in with a powerful surge.

This was all about Hermione. It was her first time, and she knew what she was comfortable with. But it was starting to get harder to reason why it was good to wait, though. Fuck, this felt good. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

"Am I hurting you?" Hermione asked, looking concerned at the pained expression on his face. "Should I…?" She went to empty herself of him, but Draco shook his head.

"More!"

"More?" Hermione was at half-length now. "Like this?"

"Keep going!"

Hermione was beginning to feel stretched now, a bit unpleasantly, but to feel a swollen organ inside her felt amazing. If her hands were unchained right now, she would have perched them on his chest, and used them as a guide to sink her in. But now all Hermione was relying on was the straining muscles in her thighs and Draco's self-resistance not to do any harm.

She stopped, unable to continue.

"I don't think I can do it," she panted. "It's starting to hurt."

"This bit always hurts," Draco said through gritted teeth. "Just get it over with, by doing it in one fell swoop. The pain will fade away, I promise."

Hermione considered his words, and decided there was an element of truth behind them. "Okay then, on the count of three." Now she was grateful for the chains, because it allowed her to curl up her arms around them and brace herself. "One, two, THREE!"

Hermione drove down hard, and sat down hard on Draco's abdomen, so he was temporarily winded. The girl above him was making noises in pain, but the longer she sat, the quieter it became. After a while, the only thing that broke the silence, was the heavy panting they both shared. Draco couldn't stop staring at her breasts, hypnotised by the way they quivered. Next time, he would have them.

Hermione, on the other hand, was starting to realise the severity of the situation.

"What do I do now?" she asked tentatively.

"Move," Draco instructed, even though it was killing him not to be doing anything. "You know, up and down."

"But won't that hurt my knees?" Hermione wrinkled her nose, as if this cockblock was intentional. Typical Hermione to be worrying about arthritis, when Draco couldn't look past her naked tits. So all right. Part of his instruction had a voyeuristic quality to it, but if it made him cum all the more potently, than good for fucking him.

"Just do it."

Hermione, again using the chains, levered herself slowly up, so inch by inch his member was revealed to the visible world. Quickly, Hermione as if in mourning, reached the very tip and came back down again.

"Good," he ground out. "I don't think I can last long."

"Me neither," Hermione grimaced. She used the last reserves of her energy, to wrap her hands around the chains multiple times, and started moving. Her tits were moving too. Draco with his hands behind his head, focused on those succulent nipples toasting the air, and alternatively switched his view to the connection point of their bodies.

"Oohhhhh," he moaned, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the image. "Fuck, baby. Don't ever ask me to give this up. Not when it feels this good."

Hermione's eyes were closed, her face exerted. The pain was long gone, and now sensual slickness was paving her way to the second orgasm. Draco was doing a lot of muttering, but his husky low voice, punctuated by an interrupted groan, was beyond hot.

He was reaching close to completion. So was she.

Hermione shattered first, as she slammed home for the final time, her trembling walls gave way to a giant rolling shakes, that shook everything inside it, including him. Hot seed shot straight up, and branded her crotch as his. The orgasm lasted surprisingly long, so when the ripples faded away, Hermione was staring down at him.

There was panic in those eyes.


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