THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 20: Unfortunate Endings

Draco

It appears Wendell Wilkins is a rather hilarious fellow. Too bad I don't get even one of his jokes. I have to rely on Hermione's or the others' laughter to know when to chuckle. Makes me feel a bit like a bumbling niffler in the night. See! That is a joke, an actually funny wizard joke because niffler's are known to have poor sight. It's apart of why they love things that gleam, that shine.

"Ah damn," Michael sighs. Tilting the wine bottle upside down, he sticks out his tongue at his displeasure it's empty. "We're outta wine sweets. This is an right travesty."

Wendell slaps his neighbor on the back, with a sorry smile on his face. "I'd offer to grab more, but we're actually out as well."

Hermione obviously not ready for dinner to end, immediately pipes up offering to run around the corner to the grocery. And if I wasn't already feeling a bit trapped in my own skin, I surely would now. Just the thought of her being away from me makes my claws threaten to break free.

I'm in the middle of rolling my shoulders to relieve a bit of tension, when she hops up from her chair. About to shout out at her to wait, she gives me a try it and die look before heading out the door.

I'll be fine. You'll feel is something happens. I've got my wand, and I hate to remind you of this but I was a bit of a baddie in school.

A baddie? Merlin save me. Is this some sort of muggle slang? Just say badass, because you were in fact a fucking badass witch love.

Why is it you calling me a badass witch makes me want to suck your massive dragon dick?

You know I'm not entirely sure, but I'm willing to discuss this in painstakingly heavy detail upstairs.

I'm checking out now, I'll be right back.

Distracting myself, I stand and start clearing off the plates for Grace. Anything to keep this unease and discomfort scratching at the surface to break free.

Seems all of the worry was for naught, as my baddie comes floating through the door with two bottles of wine. As thrilled as I am to have her return so quickly.. it was a bit too quickly. All of that promptly evacuate my brain as she swishes her hips walking in my immediate direction. Which in turn had me fighting a fucking erection.

Our mate is perfect.

Our mate is everything.

Hermione's smile is blinding.

It truly takes my breath away. It makes me want to throw her over my shoulder and trudge upstairs to fuck her sideways, upside down, right side up... every way imaginable.
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Will I ever tire of waking up with Hermione in my bed? No.

Will I ever grow tired of waking up with her mouth on my cock? Hmmm.

Wizengamot verdict is a resounding fuck no.

She's been moaning on my dick, taking me to the back of her slender throat for a while now. It's becoming a full time job not to cum in her mouth at this point.

But when she pulls back, leaving only the tip in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my slit as she sucks and reaches down massaging my balls.. I erupt down her throat. She gags as she takes me to the top of her throat, swallowing every last drop of my come like a good witch.

What a waste of good seed, my dragon says lazily.

For someone feeling so goddamn sated you sure are whinging, I grumble back, while still occluding.