“Why…”
He stuttered and trembled every time he tried to speak. A knot tightened in his throat, and the sharp ache reminded him that this was no mirage like the others he had known.
— The Silent Bond.
#dramione#dhrtwt
Thinking about a full rewrite of The Scent of Wolves in Hermione's POV - but is there any interest in that?
Doesn't really matter since I want to do it anyway, but it's nice to know people would read it 😂
This summer was stressful and terrible, team. Not at all the footloose and fancy free days I imagined at the onset. The Omnioculars fic has been pushed to the back burner while I get my head back in order. 💀
Her breath came back. She weakly held onto him as he rolled them over, leaving her on top.
His cock occasionally throbbed inside of her, sporadic spurts of cum in time with Malfoy's quiet grunts.
The pain blended into pleasure and left her gasping, climax reignited by the mating bite. Hermione clawed at his back and thighs, trying to squeeze him impossibly closer.
Malfoy pressed his body against hers, skin against skin, a heavy weight while he licked the wound.
The sounds that came from her body were obscene. Wet, sloppy, interspersed with deep groans that she hadn't known she could make.
Her legs drew closer and closer to her chest until they were almost bent over her head.
He came. He moaned into her skin as his cock jerked inside of her, milked by Malfoy's continued humps forward.
Hermione moaned with him as his teeth spread over her neck, breaking through the skin.
Malfoy fucked it in, and her eyes rolled back as an orgasm sent a shockwave of pleasure from her core. Her body arched like a bow. Malfoy flexed his hips forward, nudging the head of his cock against her cervix, and her legs rattled against his sides.
His knot. That's what she needed. That's what was missing.
“Do you want it?”
“Fuck,” she sobbed. “I want it! Malfoy, please.”
There was so much pressure, so much tension. Her body waited for something extra to stretch her walls and she felt frantic for it.
Malfoy climbed over her to push his cock straight down, deeper than anyone else had ever been, and yet she still wanted more.
When the base of his cock firmed and swelled, started to catch at her core, Hermione screamed and moaned and begged.
She flexed her hips up and rode what she could until he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped forward.
The speed of his thrusts built rapidly. Malfoy fucked her and she acted like an animal. She didn't even care. It felt too good to care. Every motion was ecstasy.
Hermione’s gasp when Malfoy notched the blunt head of his cock to her core became a drawn out moan when he slid right in, thick against every corner of her walls.
“Ooh my god.”
Malfoy looked almost pained for a moment, his mouth parted slightly. Hermione wanted him to move.
NSFW omegaverse
Hermione's POV in the cave from the first chapter of the Scent of Wolves. Typed this out quickly after I couldn't get it out of my head, probably full of errors, but enjoy anyway! 💛
@mysticwrites There's no way he risks wrinkles with the crossbody bag, and carrying a briefcase around would be tedious. Resizing is the only proper way