Hey guys-
Hold on tight; we have FOUR MORE CHAPTERS AND WE'RE DONE! I hope you enjoy this chapter <3 I tried something new regarding a POV. I'm not sure if I'll continue to do this, I'm just going to need feedback.
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This chapter may or may not contain sensitive material. It may anger feminists...? Moral of the story, it's sexual. But Lucille is 100% consenting. I promise. Draco would never do anything without her consent.
ALSO it may be triggering to some viewers, given the aggression projected.
This is also one of the longest chapters I've ever wrote.
UPDATE NOVEMBER 6TH/ This is NOT the longest chapter I've ever wrote. The longest chapter I've ever wrote is in Obscene | B O R I N G
Without further adieu, I present to you...
M U F F L I A T O
lucille granger
11:43 AM, the next day;
Draco went to the Ministry and explained everything to them, including me being hexed, and him being poisoned.
On top of that, infidelity whilst married.
On top of that, sexual relations with a minor.
As we speak, Lucius Malfoy is being held in holding.
So is Pansy Parkinson.
As I get up from the bed quietly, avoiding to wake Draco, I slip on his sweater and head out the room.
I make my way down the corridor and towards Blaise' room to see Onyx.
I knock on the door gently, awaiting for Blaise to open.
Blaise opens the door gently.
"Come in," he says lowly, as he opens the door wider.
Onyx was wrapped in the covers, sleeping peacefully.
Blaise gave her a sponge bath the night before while I massaged her scalp with mint shampoo.
Blaise fed her soup last night, as well.
Onyx didn't talk as much.
She constantly didn't want to be left alone.
We agreed not to ask questions until she's ready to talk to us fully.
Draco came back late last night, though we stayed up talking about what he did at the Ministry.
"How'd she sleep last night?" I asked, as I climbed into bed next to her, pulling the covers over myself and leaning my elbow on Blaise's pillow, watching her sleep.
"She knocked out as soon as her body touched the bed," he chuckled softly, as he laid on the other side of Onyx, as we sandwiched her.
I ran my fingers through her hair as her nose twitched in her sleep.
"The nose twitch," Blaise and I say in unison. We both laugh.
Suddenly, the door opens as we turn over to see Lorenzo in his pajamas.
He scoffs.
"Cuddling Onny without me?" He gasped, as he jumped onto the bed, placing himself towards the feet of the bed.
"Enzo, don't jump, geez," Blaise snarls, "Onyx is sleeping."
"Sorry," he whispered, "How'd she sleep last night?"
"Knocked out as soon as her body touched the bed," I responded softly.
"Ah, that's good," Lorenzo responded.
The door opened yet again and Draco is standing there in a black t-shirt with sweatpants.
"So you left me alone?" Draco said quietly, as he walked towards me.
"I didn't want to wake you," I responded, as he climbed into bed next to me.
"It's alright," he said, "How'd she sleep?"
"Knocked out as soon as she laid down," Enzo responded.
"I'm glad," he spoke, wrapping his arm around my waist.
And so we laid in Blaise's bed surrounding Onyx.
"Where did you find her, Draco?" Blaise asked.
Draco huffed, and cleared his throat.
"I went to go visit Lucius," he said, "And things got heated, I guess. I was-. I was about to kill him, but he asked that I spare his life in exchange for Onyx's," Draco pulled me closer, "So I told him to bring me to her. And so he led us towards an abandon level in St. Mungo's. They practically kept her down there because she survived Fenrir's attack and-. And Pansy's father kept her as some sort of-. Some sort of experiment or for some sort of amusement."
"I will kill him, y'know," Blaise snarled, caressing Onyx's cheek, "She didn't deserve that."
"I just don't know what they did to her," Draco huffed.
I ran my fingers along her arm where the gash was. It was semi-hollow; fuck, my poor Onny.
I knew Onyx was brave; hence it being difficult for me to grasp that she was gone.
She was here all along.
Thinking about her reactions once I catch her up on all the things that have happened made me feel on the edge; she would call me stupid, tell me to put my foot down-.
And would've told me not to sleep with Lorenzo.
My throat tightens.
At the same time, Draco's grasp tightens around me out of affection.
As they talk quietly, hoping that Onyx doesn't wake up so soon, my thoughts run.
I slept with Lorenzo Berkshire not too long ago.
And I can feel his eyes on me every now and then, as if he's ashamed that I haven't told Draco yet while Draco is holding me tightly.
My heart started beating rapidly, unaware of the conversation around me.
Fuck, I need to tell Draco.
But I also need Lorenzo alive.
Fuck, what do I do?
How would I tell him?
What would happen?
Fuck, is it getting hot in here?
Why is my throat tightening?
And my heart? It's beating aggressively.
"Lucille," Blaise interrupts my thoughts, "Are you there?"
I snap back to reality as I glance around me; all eyes are on me.
"Yes-. Sorry. What was that?" I responded.
"I said 'What are you thinking of that you're jut dozing off?'" he said.
I gulped.
"I'm just-. Worried. About-. Onyx," I said.
In truth, I really was.
But among other things, too.
Though, I couldn't tell them that.
"Ah, me too, Luce," Blaise sighed, as he placed a kiss on her forehead gently, "Hopefully in the next few days we'll be able to ask, y'know, questions about what happened."
"If I could kill Pansy's father, I would," Lorenzo added.
"If I could kill anyone who fucked with all of us, I would," Draco snapped.
"Malfoy-. Can we date?" Blaise joked.
"Piss off," he smirked, taking a pillow and throwing it at Blaise.
Luckily, he caught it.
"Are you trying to wake Sleeping Beauty?!" He snapped lowly, following a soft chuckle from us all.
"You...you think I'm beautiful?" Onyx mumbled through her sleep.
Shortly after, she fluttered her eyes open, glancing at all of us.
"Why is-.. Why is everyone on the bed?" Onyx whispered. "Am I-. Am I dreaming?"
Blaise pinched her cheek as she yelped out.
"Did you feel that?" Blaise queried.
Onyx took her frail hand, and though frail, she swung it behind Blaise's head which emitted a loud slap. Lorenzo winced for him.
"And did you feel that?" she croaked.
I couldn't help but laugh.
She looked over at me and cupped my face weakly.
"Lucille Granger," she mumbled, "Get us out of this room."
"What, so you didn't miss us?" Lorenzo blurted, grabbing onto her feet.
"I did," she responded, "A lot. I missed you guys a lot."
"Then why're you telling Lucille to save you from us?" Draco queried.
"Because no matter how quiet you imbeciles talk, I can still bloody here you," she lightly giggled.
It was as if Onyx was slowly starting to glow; slowly, but surely.
Blaise was still rubbing the back of his head in pain, "Fuck, Onyx. What the hell was that for?"
"Next time don't pinch my cheek," she snickered, as she tried pulling the covers off her body. "Lorenzo, can you get up because you're weighing down the fucking covers."
"Yes, miss. Yes, miss," Lorenzo mocked, getting up immediately and bowing like a butler.
Onyx removed the duvet off her body. She was wearing Blaise's clothing; grey t-shirt, black sweatpants. It was incredibly oversized on her.
"Are you hungry?" Blaise asked her.
Onyx huffed. "A little."
"Breakfast, shall we?" Lorenzo chimed, as he headed towards the door, "Last one is a rotten egg."
"Fuck no," Draco muttered, as he shot up from the bed and him and Lorenzo ran out the door.
Children.
Blaise scoffed, as he helped Onyx get up.
I got up from the bed and stretched.
"Do you want a pair of socks, Onny? The floor is cold-."
"I'm alright, thank you, Luce," she mumbled, as she put a majority of her weight on Blaise.
As we walked down the corridor together, the comforting aroma of food fulfill the air, traveling up from the kitchen and to the balcony stairs.
"Wow, that smells good," Onyx mumbled lowly.
"It surely tastes good, too," Blaise added.
Once we reached the stairs, Onyx hesitated.
I looked up as she gulped.
"Do you need help?" I offered.
"Um-. No. I can-. I can do it," she assured.
Blaise was beside her while she attempted to walk down the stairs.
As I glanced over at Onyx, I hope that her recovery will be successful and speedy.
Onyx grasped onto the railing of the stairs, slowly descending down the steps.
"Lucille, you can go on ahead," Blaise said, "I don't want to keep you waiting because of Cripple Onny."
"Call me that again and we're never ever having sex," she snapped weakly.
"Sex? Never heard of that before," he snickered.
I laughed, as I sped down the staircase.
I'm just glad Onyx's humor still stayed.
I hope everything else did.
I entered the dining room when I see Narcissa setting down plates of food with her Narcissa apron.
"Lucille! Good morning," she beamed as her face glowed, "I made a lot of food for you all- For Onyx, really."
"Thank you, Mumsy," I said, as I took a seat adjacent to Draco's.
He sat at the other end of the large table.
"So who was the rotten egg?" I questioned.
"Stupid question, really," Draco scoffed, "Lorenzo, of course."
He grabbed my hand and ran his thumb over it.
"That's because Malfoy pushed me-."
"And you knocked over my bloody vase in the process," Narcissa interrupted, placing the last plate of food onto the table.
"My apologies," he smiled at her with teeth as Narcissa rolled her eyes.
And so she took a seat at the head of the table.
Again.
Soon after, Blaise and Onyx came into the dining room.
Blaise sat her down, as Blaise placed a kissed on her head.
"Onyx," Narcissa said lowly, "I'm truly sorry for-. For what Lucius did-."
"Narcissa," Onyx interrupted her, "Never apologize for that large cunt. You did nothing wrong, alright?"
Mumsy gulped.
"Yes-. Okay, you're right," Narcissa huffed.
"How do you manage to make all of this so fast?" Blaise asked, as he took a seat next to Onyx.
"When you're raising 3 boys with large appetites, you just get used to it," she responded, pouring milk into her tea, "Tea, anyone?"
"Me!" Lorenzo raised his hand high as Narcissa chuckled.
Narcissa slid the securely tight tea pot down the table as Lorenzo immediately caught it.
"What are you hungry for?" I asked Draco lowly as he glanced over the table.
"You," he muttered quietly, "But I'll have a crepe for now."
I gulped.
Thinking about having sex with Draco made me realized how much I missed our... extraneous activities.
"Naughty much?" I reprimanded.
He smirked, as he placed a crepe on his plate.
A soft giggled escaped my lips, as I grabbed the bowl of diced fruit.
But at the same time, Lorenzo grabbed it, too.
I quickly pulled my hand away as he looked at me oddly, as I cleared my throat to ease the tension.
Fuck.
Now I'm thinking about how to tell Draco about how I slept with his fucking cousin.
Suddenly, my throat tightens again.
Hands are sweating.
Heart is beating fast.
Anxiousness grows bigger and bigger, contemplating and constantly thinking about the 1000+ ways of the outcome that may occur once the cat is out the bag.
"Lucille-."
"What!" I shout at Lorenzo impulsively.
Silence.
"Um... okay? I was just going to ask if you could pass the crepes..." Lorenzo said, as he reached over for the plate.
I huff.
"I-. One moment, please," I told everyone as I got up from my chair.
I jolted upstairs and into Draco's room.
I sit on the ottoman, heavily panting as my chest starts feeling heavy.
Fuck, what do I do?
How do I tell him?
Fuck!
"Luce," a voice interrupted.
I turned around to see Draco standing by the door. He walks in completely and closes the door behind him.
"Are you...alright?" He asked me.
I needed to tell him.
I needed to tell him before I can't anymore.
Draco takes a seat next to me, rubbing my back.
"Lucille?"
I gulp.
Fuck, I can feel the tears coming in.
Get yourself together, Lucille.
I turn my head to him as worrisome soon forms on his face.
"Draco," I breathe, "Th-." I gulp, "There's something I have to tell you."
"Tell me," he says, grabbing my hand, "You can tell me."
But can I really?
"Okay," I say, "Draco. I need you to understand that, um-. That this-. That this incident happened once. A-and it only happened once,"
"Go on..."
I gulped. I'm finding it very difficult to speak right now.
"Please, please understand that it-. That it meant nothing. It-. It meant nothing. I mean, in the moment it did, but I was drunk and-."
"Lucille," he said slowly, as his hand started to grab onto mine tighter, "What. Did. You. Do"
Heart was palpitating and my hand was sweating; I could care less if it was being held onto tightly, I was too distracted.
"Um-. When we-. After you cheated-."
"I was poisoned," he seethed.
"Yes, and I know that now, Draco, but at the time I didn't. And-and I was hurt, y'know? So I was hurt and-."
"Who did you sleep with," He spat.
My lips parted though nothing came out; I was inaudible.
Anger soon surfaced, and his grasp grew tighter onto my hand.
"Draco, you're-. You're hurting me-."
"Who the fuck did you sleep with, Lucille," Draco repeated his words.
"I-." I yanked away from his grasp as I grabbed my now-sore hand, "Draco-."
Draco immediately got up from the ottoman and walked by the dresser.
He placed both his hands on the dressers, breathing in deeply, leaning against it with both his arms.
"Lucille, I'm going to ask you again," he said slowly, "Who. Did. You. Sleep.With."
He was looking down between his arms as he leaned against the dresser.
I gulped again.
Speak up, Lucille!
"Draco, you know that I love you-."
"For fuck's sake, Lucille," he mutters as he pushes himself off the dresser, pacing back towards me, "Spit it the fuck out!"
As tears started pooling in my eyes, he scoffed.
"You're seriously crying right now?" he badgered, "This is a joke, right?"
"Draco-." I stammered, "Draco, I slept with Lorenzo at The Burrow."
It's almost as if the world stopped spinning.
The clocks stopped ticking.
My heart- our hearts- stopped beating.
His eyes stared deeply into mine; he wanted to kill me.
Hues of red from his aura emitted.
Angry hues.
I gulped again.
He clenched his fists tightly, almost shaking out of anger.
Then he let go of them.
"Did you like it."
I looked at him with confusion.
"Wh-. What-."
"Did you like it, Lucille."
I was astounded.
"What?"
"Okay, let me rephrase it," he jeered, "Did you cum?'
"Draco-."
"Did you fucking cum?"
I gulped.
I couldn't look at him in the eyes while he asked me this question.
I looked down at the ground, when suddenly Draco grabbed my chin up.
"Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you, Lucille," he spat, "Answer my question Lucille did you cum? Did my fucking cousin make you cum? Did you moan his name? Did he cum inside you-."
"That's enough, Draco," I stammered, pushing his hand away from my face.
Absently, a tear rolled down my cheek when I quickly wiped it away.
Please don't cry in front of him; not now.
"You came, didn't you?" He reprimanded. "Do you love him?"
"No, Draco. Not like I love you-."
"Oh, shut up, Lucille," he snapped. "I don't have time for you to fucking pity me."
He paced back and forth in the room.
"I'm sorry, Draco. I-. It's not like I cheated or anything-. I mean-.. We weren't toge-."
"Damn it, Lucille! You KNEW I always felt second to Lorenzo my whole FUCKING life! And to think that you were the only person he didn't have that I did?! I don't-. I don't even know what the fuck to say, or what to do-."
"Draco I was hurt! How about you lose a baby and have someone cheat on you the same NIGHT!"
"But I DID lose a baby, Lucille! I not only lost a baby but I lost the love of my fucking LIFE because I was POISONED!"
"But I-. I didn't know that at the time!"
"Lorenzo of all people, Lucille? It couldn't have been George Weasley? Or fucking Potter?"
"Draco, I'm sorry, I really really am-."
"Just fucking shut up, Lucille, truly."
I sat silent.
"Fuck!" he shouted, kicking the bathroom door open.
And he didn't even walk in the bathroom.
I watched Draco pace around the room frustrated.
Not until he sat next to me, elbows leaning on his knees.
"Y'know what," he says, "I-. I'm going to put it this way, Lucille. I'm going to put it-. Take it this way-. It was-. It was bound to happen, okay? It was bound to happen and I guess I'm just going to have to deal with it for the rest of my fucking life because you can't unfuck someone," He seethed, "I'm going to put it this way, okay? I mean, like you said, right? It didn't mean anything-."
"Yes, Draco, it didn't mean anything at all-."
"I'm not done talking, Lucille," he snapped, "I'm just going to have to deal with it. I'm going to-. Lorenzo's going to get fucking punched soon, but-. But right now I'm just going to fuck you because you need to remember who fucks you the best, alright?"
What?
Enthralling, but what?
"Are you mental?" I asked him.
He scoffs. "You're the one who fucked Lorenzo. Not me," he snapped, as he instantly stood up and removed his shirt, "Go on. Take your clothes off, Lucille."
"What-."
"Do you love him?"
"No, Draco. No-."
"Then take your clothes off."
My emotions were bouncing from wall to wall; unable to process how I'm feeling.
But I mean, damn did he look good right now.
His pants were hanging so low and his v-line never failed to amaze me with its prominence.
"Are you just going to fucking stand there or are you going to get naked?" he snapped.
I couldn't even hesitate.
Something inside me just had to obey.
I immediately removed my shirt, as I breathed in from the cold air brushing against my warm skin.
"Good girl," he mutters, "Take the rest off and get in bed."
I couldn't help but obey.
Fuck, there's really something wrong with the both of us.
But I'd rather it be with him than with anyone else in this fucking world.
Draco walked towards the door and locked it.
He grabbed his wand from the bedside table and muttered 'muffliato'.
Fuck, I'm screwed.
I slipped off my pajamas, leaving myself in just underwear.
I crawled onto the bed and sat in the middle awaiting for Draco's next demands.
narrator's pov
Draco was infuriated. He hated the thought of Lorenzo kissing and touching all over her- even having him inside her. Though what else could he do other than have sex with her to make her remember who she truly belonged to?
There Lucille sat; innocent looking, pure-eyed, and harmless.
But if only she knew how much harm she's caused after telling Draco that she slept with his cousin; a cousin whom he always felt second to.
Draco would soon seek vengeance; he just had to fuck Lucille first.
He couldn't bare the mere image of many things; his father, Pansy, and now, Lorenzo having sex with his tender Lucille Granger.
No, Draco couldn't. Lucille was his, and he was going to make sure she knew that.
Draco thought to himself that maybe it isn't worth putting up a fight with Lucille or Lorenzo; but he was going to put up a fight with him anyway.
He just had to finish off Lucille.
"You're not naked, Lucille," he seethed, as he tucked his thumb at the hem of his sweatpants, "Take off your underwear now."
She didn't hesitate; her heart was beating fast. She knew she deserved whatever punishment Draco had to offer.
Lucille loves Draco more than life itself; kneeling at his command anytime he said so.
She slipped off her underwear slowly, then pushing it aside on the bed where she sat.
Lucille was vulnerable; bare naked on the bed of Draco Malfoy, who was angry as ever.
Draco loves Lucille more than life itself, too. And he wanted her to know that in any way possible.
This way was one of them.
It was his way of things.
"Who do you love, Lucille?" he muttered, finally slipping down his pants. "Tell me, Luce. Who do you love?"
"You," she shuddered, awaiting for his touch, "I love you."
Draco examined every square inch of her body; her eyes, down to her lips, to the prominent collarbones, her chest, her tender breasts, down to her stomach, and to her thighs. As he examined her, he could feel himself hardening.
"Prove it," he demanded.
Lucille gulped- how could she prove it? She could write sonnets about it, shower him with love, write him love notes, paint him a portrait-.
No, that's not what Draco wants right now.
"H-. How?" she stammered.
"Touch yourself, Lucille," he said softly. "I want you to touch yourself."
Lucille shuddered at his commands. She's never felt this way before.
Though slightly hesitant, she obeyed.
Lucille Granger couldn't afford to anger him, but she wasn't afraid of him.
She's never been afraid of how he'd handle her before.
Hunger grew inside Draco; he watched Lucille lay on her back and slowly spread her legs.
Lucille could feel his eyes on her- burning right through her.
She took her soft, small, tender hands and placed it on her stomach, slowly trailing down towards her pussy.
Fuck, Draco thought to himself.
Her fingers danced, pried, and played onto her pussy.
Lucille's heat was pulsating.
Draco's erection was growing harder.
As she continued to play with herself, with Draco watching her every move, soft, delirious moans escaped her blood-rushed lips. As a quick reflex, she covered her mouth with her free hand; she'd soon regret this action.
Draco plunged over her body, grabbing her wrist from her mouth and pinned it down to the bed.
"No one's going to hear you, Lucille. Keep going," he berated, "Keep going like the little whore you are."
And so she kept going.
Running her soft fingers against her clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.
With Draco so up close, he pried her legs open wider, watching her fingers at play.
He loved this; he loved seeing Lucille unwind even without his own fingertips.
"Do you want me?" Draco breathed, as he pulled out his hard erection. Lucille looked down at his dick; her pussy automatically self lubricating at the sight.
Lucille nodded yes, but it wasn't enough for Draco Malfoy.
"Use your fucking words, Lucille. You have a mouth."
"Yes," she whimpered, as the circular motioning of her fingers sped up.
Draco didn't want her to cum just yet; he grabbed her hand away from her pussy as she winced.
He positioned himself between her legs.
Draco was eager for her touch; and Lucille, the same.
"Beg," he commanded.
Lucille bit her lip; she hated begging for it. Why can't you just give it to me, Draco? She said to herself.
"Please fuck me," she pleaded.
Draco looked into her doe eyes; innocent, fragile, tender: he wanted to destroy her.
He wanted to destroy her- everything about her,
Draco ran his fingers against her soft skin, tracing from her neck, toppling over her tender breasts as she arched her back from his touch, and down to her stomach.
He stooped down, placing warm, wet kisses on her neck. He nipped at her tender skin, leaving blended purple hues on her neck; Lucille was his portrait, and his mouth, the paint brush.
Draco trailed his kisses down to her chest, sucking and nipping on tender parts of her body, too. Every nip would leave a hue of purple; she loved the wincing feeling of the love bites he'd leave on her.
He wanted to make sure that everyone knew who Lucille belonged to; Lucille belonged to Draco.
Lucille would even agree.
In fact, she does.
Goosebumps formed around her body; she wanted more and more of him.
Draco's lips came in tact with her breast as she gasped at the sudden wet lips brushing against her nipples.
His tongue touched her nipple, as he gently sucked onto her breast.
At this point, Lucille was squirming.
This irritated Draco; he wanted to her stay still, though he knew it was impossible; he's good at what he does.
Lucille ran both her hands through his blonde hair, when Draco suddenly grabbed both her wrists, securing them both down side by side to her body, keeping her in place.
"Don't fucking move, Lucille," he spat through his ragged breathing, "You've done enough."
She didn't want to anger him no further.
Only Merlin knew what Draco was going to do with Lorenzo after this.
And so Draco trailed kisses down to her stomach, as she fought the urge to squirm.
Draco gently bit her inner thigh, sucking it aggressively.
A moan escaped her mouth, and her breathing was ragged.
As he pulled away, he moved onto the next thigh.
He did this until two purple hues formed.
She was definitely his.
& the marks proved it.
Along with the unconditional love they both deeply had for each other.
"Draco," she whimpered, "Please."
Draco smirked, as he got back up from her body.
"Please what, Lucille?"
"Please fuck me."
Draco knew she was eager for his touch. He knew that her body needed him; I mean, she didn't need anyone else but him.
"Why should I fuck you?" He seethed, as he rubbed his tip against her very wet entrance. "Tell me, Lucille?"
Lucille couldn't speak; she found herself inaudible, taking in the pleasure just by the teasing that Draco was doing to her.
Her lips were parted, but not because she composed the right words to say, but because the soft moans emitting her body needed an area to exhume.
Draco rubbed his tip directly onto her clit, as she jerked and arched her back,
"Draco, please," she pleaded more.
He let go of her wrist and grabbed her hips with both hands, pulling her closer to him, in level with his waist.
Draco lined himself up against her soaking entrance.
And from there, he slowly entered her soaking wet warm pussy.
"Fuck," he shuddered at the warmth and tightness of her body.
Lucille's hands grasped onto the sides of his muscular body, wanting it now.
But Lucille- you had him now, what more could she want?
Draco's hips started bucking; he didn't care if Lucille had to adjust to his size. He didn't care.
But he loves her. A lot, if you may.
So the love-making started.
His hard, throbbing dick thrusted in and out of her tightness.
"You feel so good-." she whimpered, barely audible.
"Do I?" he mocked, as his pace quickened. "Who do you belong to, Lucy?"
"Y-You," she whimpered, "I b-.I belong to you,"
A grin grew on his face as the bucking of his hips soon became aggressive.
"Good girl," he muttered into her ear.
Lucille was on Cloud 9.
Taboo enough, she was able to compare who truly made her feel good.
It would always be Draco Malfoy.
Always.
As Draco's anger transferred to his waist, it would soon wither as soon as Lucille's cries and moans echoed in the large room.
"Such a fucking- whore," he spat, as his veiny hand slithered around her neck. "What are you, Lucy? Say it," he grit through his teeth.
"A whore," she moaned, "A whore."
As Draco roughly made love to her, in his head he saw it as a way to remove the touch of Lorenzo on her body.
All of that was gone; Draco's DNA was already all over her body- and it was going to be like this forever.
He would never dare to let her go, no.
Not Lucille.
She was here to stay forever.
And he was going to make sure of it.
Lucille was on the edge; she could soon feel her walls tightening, legs shaking.
Draco immediately pulled out, lifting both her legs as he wrapped her arms around them, keeping her lifted.
He soon plunged back into her, grabbing ahold of her legs up high while he fucked her mercilessly.
"You're mine," he sneered, "Do you hear me?"
She nodded, eyes closed and biting her lip.
Lucille let him do whatever he wanted with her; she would always love every second of it.
"Draco," she breathes, "I'm going to cum, Dra-."
"Go on-. Cum, Lucille," he demanded.
Lucille would buck her hips against his, fucking him back.
God, he loves when she does that.
It was his weakness, among other things; among Lucille herself.
Lucille soon unraveled, moaning at the top of her lungs; Thank Merlin for Muffliato.
And so she did; she came, and she came hard.
Her body jerked, back arched over and over, cussing and moaning.
But Draco wasn't done with her, no.
Draco Malfoy, the problematic, angry, tough angst boy kept going.
Draco pounded harder; mercilessly.
Grunting, heavy breathing, you name it.
All within the walls of this bedroom.
She was overflowing with her own cum.
Lucille begged him to go harder; and only this time would Draco obey.
Draco was going to cum.
He plunged deeper into her, in which a wail escaped her blood-rushed lips.
And he came.
He made sure she got all of it.
Draco made sure that all of his thick cum was deep inside her; he didn't care about the vial.
He loves her.
He was willing to do it over and over again, but he could only do so much at once.
Draco slowly pulled out as his breathing was heavy as ever.
He collapsed right next to her, as her breathing was labored.
Lucille tucked her own hair behind her ear, as Draco observed her; she was shaking; her legs, arms, hands.
His initial instinct was to make fun of her, but instead, he pulled her close to his damp body.
Together, they were breathing heavily; hearts were beating aggressively.
"Lucille," he said through his labored breathing, "Do you love me?"
She gulped, eager to catch a breath, "Yes, I love you," she responded, shuddering at such performance from earlier.
He could care less about what Lorenzo did to her; she was his, and he knew it.
She was right where she belonged.
"Marry me, Lucille."
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HOLY FUCKING SHIT GUYS. IM SORRY I KEPT OYU GUYS WAITING FOR SO LONG. WE HAVE 5 MORE CHAPTERS GUYS. OMG.