#dracones

[wraheathcliff]

@lillandyrshadowglade

[katherinadeluca]

V- C O N S E Q U E N C E S

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TW: Heavy Smut, Adult Dialogue, Mature Themes, Age Gap(Draco-22 Gloria-18), degrading kink, penetrative sex, professor!draco x oc, teacher x student, overstimulation, oral(female receiving)

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The tension in the room, immensely thick and suffocating to a point where Gloria's stupid mouth decided to cut it.

"Are we never going to talk about what happened last week?" She asked, exasperation lacing her tone slightly.

"What's there to talk about? We were intoxicated and it simply just happened." He said simply and shrugged.

"Course it did." Gloria mutters, turning her head back to her sheet, a sliver of disappointment settling in her stomach.

"Gloria, we both know that is absolute nonsense. For fuck's sake, I'm taken aback you haven't figured it out yet." Draco chuckles, sarcastically. Walking around the desk to her side, he holds his arm out, beckoning for her to take it, which she gladly did. The Professor sighs, pulling her into him with his hands on her waist.

Surprised at the gesture, she looks up at him through her lashes.

"Would you please say something." He mumbles, tugging at the shell of her ear with his pearly whites.

"Don't stop." She half-moans, the treble of her voice barely an octave above a whisper.

"Can I kiss you Gloria." Malfoy breaths, nudging his nose against her neck.

"Yes."

With that, he angles her face towards him by gently engulfing his hand around her neck and pulling her closer. The kiss, longing and slow, enough for her to sigh deeply and tangle her arms around his neck as his hands reached under her thighs so she can wrap her legs around his torso.

"Are you going to punish me for being late to class." She teases, rubbing her clothed clit over his erection to create a comfortable friction.

"You would like that wouldn't you."

He holds her tighter, walks over to his desk and pushes everything to the floor with his vacant hand laying her on it. With a blink of an eye, he pulls her by the ankles to the edge of the table and rips her thong in two stuffing it in his pocket as his lips make their way down from her inner thighs to her soaking pussy.

"Darling, you smell divine." He husks, blowing a gale of cold air between her thighs, causing her to whine.

"Such a needy little slut for me. Aren't you?"

"Only for you sir-fuck!"

His lips claim her sensitives, furiously sucking and kitten-licking her as she moans, grinding into his face. The sensitivity in her cunt causing her back to arch as she felt her orgasm spill onto his tongue. He groans at the sweet taste of her cum and delivers a soft slap on her clit. The impact causes her to gasp and her walls to clench around air.

"I need you in me Draco." She mewls, pulling him by his tie for kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.

Draco hastily undid his trousers, pulling his boxer down to pump his dick. He pulls her off the table and bends her over it. Running his hands down to her stomach, he holds her place. He teases his tip around her dampened fold before slowly pushed himself into her causing her grip on the table to tighten, as he thrust into her, slow and hard.

"Draco-" She moans, feeling his length brush against her bruised cervix, his pace fastens as his ring-clad palm collides with the soft skin of her arse. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulls her harder against him causing her to cry out and buck her hips.

"You're dripping like a whore darling. Letting me fuck this pretty little cunt senseless with no muffling charm." Draco taunts, biting her collar bone and kissing it right after.

"I'm close- slow down- please-" She choked out, trying her hardest not to scream

"I don't remember telling you to talk."

Gloria's knuckles were now turning white with the incredible waves of pleasure he was pumping into her as she gripped the desk for dear life. Tears glistening in the corner of her eyes as his slender digits rub the lips of her puffy cunt in figure eights. She sobs, letting go of the tightening coil of ecstasy, coating him with her liquid euphoria.

His deep strokes don't still after her high. His hands reaches from behind her to travel up her breasts to her neck wrapping around the honey colored skin of her throat. The squelching slick of her cum allowing him slip in and out of her with ease.

A strangled sob leaves her lips as her legs shake from the overstimulation. With a loud groan his hips stutter, spilling warm ropes of cum into her. He stills his actions and gently pulls out of her, causing their cum to trickle down her legs.

She let her head fall against the table, waiting for her breath to steady, when the girl felt a pair of hands carry her to the love seat and lay her down. She feels his calloused hands leave her body but only for a moment for he returns with a wet rag. Running the warm, damp fabric down her thighs. The cloth reaches her sensitive slit, causing her to hiss from the contact.

"Ssh, s'alright darling. I'm here." He coos, placing gentle kisses on her cunt.

"Please let me stay."

"You can stay for as long as you like, love."

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-Mischief Managed

[lunamalfoypotter]

Draco: I've PhD

Harry: On what??

Draco: Pretty Huge D-

Harry: *Throws a book at him* Why are you like this?

[annebolyenslosthead]

Harry : Here is my wall of inspirational people. Draco: Is that a picture of you? Harry : Yes, I am big enough to admit that I am often inspired by myself.

[arcxnumvitae]

@dracones​ plotted starter!

It wasn’t often that the disgraced Red Eye took interest in the going ons of his own kind-- if these beings could even be considered the same as him. Though many might have liked to lump dragons together into one singular group, Zhaohui found that oftentimes the differences between their kind were as stark as the ones between humans and dragons themselves. To tell the truth, his attention span was barely enough to extend to his own little “clique” that had formed, and only because some of them were too much fun to tease. 

But this tribe, the things that the man had heard of, well how could he resist the pull of curiosity? Ruled by monarchy instead of deities and essentially their own little kingdom tucked away from prying eyes, it was as if they were practically begging for him to stick his nose into their business. And though the area surrounding the supposed entrance was remote, it of course was no challenge to reach by flight. If anything, the feeling was almost nostalgic, reminiscent of a time where nature ruled and he was free to fly to his heart’s desire without care of being seen by mortals. If he had been the giddy type, the man would have been almost...gleeful at the experience.

But soon he reached where the border was said to be and scales were soon replaced by skin as he shifted back into his human form. As much as Zhaohui wanted to go further, the information also came clear with the warning that the tribe did not take well to any uninvited outsiders, mortal and dragon alike. And though his immortality gave the man no reason to fear death, that didn’t mean he was keen on provoking an entire tribe just for the sake of fun and curiosity. At the moment. 

Zhaohui breathed in the crisp air that came only from a land untouched by mortals, and with the wind trailing through loose locks of dark hair he almost felt a modicum of peace. That was, until the the scent of something different on the wind caught his attention. A hunt-- and a successful one at that. It was a simple matter to follow the scent until footsteps crossed into a small clearing within the trees, and Zhaohui stopped still at the sight that greeted him.

A man, or at least something vaguely resembling that of a man. And a denizen of the very tribe he was poking his nose into at that, if the scales that gleamed and his appearance were any indication. A  rather striking figure all things considered, and a smirk couldn’t help but pull at his lips. Though he was sure the other was now aware of his presence the same way he had been made aware of his, Zhaohui leaned against a nearby tree, arms crossed and the picture of innocence as his smile morphed into something a bit friendlier, a bit more approachable.

“Hello there,” he raised his hand in a small wave, imbuing every movement with as much ‘not a threat’ sentiment as he could manage. “Just had a lovely meal I’m assuming?”

[leitharstjarna]

Saint Augustine on dracones. (excerpted in The Dragon in the West, by Daniel Ogden)

[ichiigotsukii]

👍 // ( rynn about abyss. )

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"Abyss is..." Rynn struggles. Words of this nature do not come easily to him after so long of not having this sort of...bond. Not that he had no bonds. His 'brothers' of the guard. His prince. All important, loyal bonds. But Abyss is....

"Something I like about Abyss is so hard because how can I narrow down everything into one coherent thought easily expressed by language? Kind, giving, a heart so open to all I see them interact with that their own well being is seemingly always second. It makes me desire to put them first if they will not do it themselves. Like the moon to tide they pull me along and I...haven't felt so free."

"I like tea together, I like conversation, their love of animals and all nature, how all life from a dragon like myself to a small flower receive the same care. I like...having a place I can go and I always feel received warmly. Should I lose such a place, the warmth of them...their home, I feel I would truly be lost. Saying I like the entirety of them sounds almost...fake, but I truly mean it wholeheartedly."

@dracones