Slytherin Satisfaction
Tempus.
Lily stomped her way through the empty corridors late at night. Her high heels clicked and clacked on the rough stones of the ancient castle. Huffing through her nose, she could see some smoke coming out before she swished her wand through the frosty air.
The Potter matriarch's deep emerald eyes twitched again erratically. She didn't accept the great Albus Dumbledore's request to fill in as the charms professor's role to run around the castle late at night searching for unruly junior death eaters evading their punishment. Especially in such a cold and dreary weather. But then again, the Slytherins had always been a pain in her arse from the very start of her introduction to the magical world, and now they're again showing to be the same headaches since she first became a professor. Creating trouble in her class at any opportunity, not to mention the number of times she has caught them bullying the young muggle-borns and half-bloods throughout the castle.
Although she may have sworn in impartiality at the start, she would only guiltily admit to herself the enjoyment of making the arrogant purebloods clean the lavatories and her classroom with small brushes just like the muggle kin they had detested so much for.
She was still a feisty lioness at the heart.
She really shouldn't have enjoyed or even loved seeing those angry faces scowling at her impotently for the millionth time that she had put them in detention. Snivellus had certainly treated her Gryffindors the same way anyway, and McGonagall seemed much too unwilling to ever consider curbing her friends' unprofessional behaviour.
And when her son used to whine about the constant harassment and bullying he would receive at the hands of Lucius' son and his cohorts, she had thought Harry had been exaggerating behind the bias of growing up with James and Sirius. But if anything, the details her son told seemed to greatly undersell his treatments at the hands of those puffed-up bastards.
I've had it with their shits.
Tucking a strand of silky red hair that had come loose from her tight bun, shining in the shadows that the burning lanterns created through the dark drafty corridors. She pointed her wand forward, before intoning.
Point me to Draco Malfoy!
Her wand spun for a few seconds before pointing straight upwards, indicating the blonde troublemaker’s current location. And judging by her current position, the brat seemed to be on the seventh floor.
Why the hell would the blonde rascal be so close to the Gryffindor commons rooms this late at night, and so far away from his dungeons?
Lily took a quick shortcut through a painting, a shortcut James had shown her early in their dating days.
Let's see how many more detentions Lucius' spawn could get this time by evading punishment and breaking curfew the little bastard.
The redhead silenced her footsteps to not give away her presence, and slowly, following her wand, it pointed her toward a closed door at a junction of two corridors. Just a few doors away from the Fat Lady. She tiptoed towards the destination, ear peeled for any sound the Slytherin boys might make.
But there was nothing. Meaning...
The charms professor pressed her ears towards the wooden surface, growing at the complete silence that met her.
She stepped back and squared her shoulders after a few steps. Wand pointed towards the charmed door, and with an angry hiss through her lips and nose, she shot out a sharp light through her wand, illuminating the dark oak for a quick instant.
The flaming redhead's annoyance attenuated into a choking wheeze. Bright and deep emerald eyes widened in alarm at the scene that greeted her. A scene that was just so shocking that the Lily Potter simply gawked at the spectacle. Mouth wide, open in disbelief and stupefaction.
"Ugh!"
Draco smirked disdainfully at the mindless sound emanating from the drooling girl underneath him. Wild brown curls spread like a halo, framing a particularly attractive face. Meeting his grey eyes. Well, attractive for a mudblood.
Lines of drool that dribbled from the girl's open mouth along with the periodic groans that the beautiful girl let out swelled his chest with pride. Expanding his already massive ego.
"Like my cock you mud blood whore? You like that Granger?" Putting both hands over the pale mounds of flesh on the girl's chest, Draco mauled the red expanse of flesh, along with the puffy pink diamond-hard nipples roughly. With a hard twist of the crinkled nub, a choked gasp along with a forced hoarse response came from the sweating brunette.
"Y-yes!... s-soooooo gooood!"
Draco now replaced his hands with his mouth, taking the puffy pink nipple between his teeth before brutally biting it. Making a mark on the snowy skin of Potter’s girlfriend with a red bite mark along with the dozen others that he coerced throughout their encounter.
Hips driving down with force, the blond boy accommodated his entire terrorising cock into the Gryffindor bookworm. The overpowering heat coming from the core of Potter's girlfriend was a minor reason why he just couldn't stop himself from dragging the know-it-all slag into a secluded room so frequently.
Not like the bushy-haired girl ever really resisted his advances anyway. Except for the first few times when she would make a half-hearted attempt at a token of denial.
"Potter can't satisfy you like I can, can he?" Malfoy continued to mock, his grey eyes gleaming with pride. "Now that you've had a real pureblood cock, you can't go back to his puny half-blood dicklet could you?"
The thick Gryffindor girl was about to open her mouth to praise her current lover, but an ecstatic cry beside their entwined position interrupted her.
"Fuck! Yes! Destroy my holes you savages!.... Aaahhhhh!"
Draco slowed his thrust to stare at Crabbe and Goyle reshaping the Weasley whore's holes. Her body was sandwiched between their gigantic frames. Wet furious claps rang from their animalistic thrusts, but the ginger Gryffindor seemed to love the complete savagery. Her provocations to go even harder seemed to edge the brutes simplemindedness to get even rougher with her.
Whore!
Besides them, the only remaining close friends of theirs, the pale-skinned Luna was also entrapped between Theo and Blaise. Gagging on Theo's large white cock while getting banged furiously from behind by Blaise's big black cock. The surprisingly huge ass of the loony girl crashed loudly against the dark-skinned wizard's pelvis. Mixing in with the pleasured cries of her other two friends.
The self-proclaimed Prince of Slytherin focused back on his own slut, the only girl he had strictly forbidden his underlings from ever thinking about touching.
Potter's girlfriends' tight cunt should definitely stay clear of Blaise's giant black cock or even Crabbe and Goyles' grotesque troll appendages. Only he should get to enjoy and ruin this saintly pussy of hers.
He had initially planned to get something over the righteous Potter and his friends for even considering defying the all-powerful Dark Lord and his family in the past. Fucking the cunts' girlfriends and best friends wasn't the first thing that really came into his mind. Not that he was really complaining or had thought how easy it would have been. But surprise, surprise, the whores were almost gagging for a proper fucking. Undoubtedly unsatisfied with their limp-dicked boyfriend and an unsatisfying pool of bachelours in their surroundings. Yet, not even in his dreams would he have thought the mud blood would have been such a raging slut for a superior Slytherin pureblood cock.
Oh, how he wished to tie Potter down and force him to watch his girlfriend and best friends fuck themselves silly on his cock. Slobbering all over his cock and balls, making a mess of themselves, worshipping him just to please their insatiable lust.
Regrettably, Potters's redheaded bitch of a mother, their new charms professor, Lily fucking Potter had to make his and his mate's life a literal hell. As if it had now become her life's mission to put them into detention and punish them for even the tiniest of infractions. This all reduced the amount of time he could spend on his flings heavily.
He's been noted by his father on the mentions of the senior Potter and their matriarch, the disgusting mud-blood lady of the Potter house, who had previously messed with the Malfoys and the dark factions in the first war. Proving to be quite the thorn in their path to pureblood supremacy. This made it all the clearer on why their son had been such a mess of a human being as well.
Even if he was supposed to be in detention tonight for some stupid slurs he made towards some first-year mud-blood Gryffindor, he decided to forgo that in favour of dragging Potters' girlfriend and friends for yet another round of fucking around. The best revenge and decision he's made in a long time. Well, he would have preferred putting the old redheaded slag underneath him, but this would do-
"S-Stop! End all of this debauchery right this instant! What do you boys think you're doing!"
Malfoy's and his gang's hearts missed a beat at the furious yelling of the woman whom he was just thinking about. Slowly turning his head towards the entrance, the blond slowed his thrust in Granger's cunt with haste and pulled his cock out, before smearing some of the brunette's juices onto her voluptuous ass.
"You t-two! Stop doing whatever you're doing! And the two a-at the back!" Blaise and Theo, who were still thrusting ravenously into the recently turned ginger blonde of the Ravenclaw house, finally pulled out, but not before smearing the fluids leaking on their cocks onto her face and ass. Ignoring the loud protest of the girl. But Crabbe and Goyle decided to just ignore the demand of their redhaired professor and continued rutting into the mind-addled ginger.
"How could you! Forcing girls into such a—"
Draco simply stared at the furious woman, whose eyes slowly trailed off, gradually growing wide as saucers, staring at the gigantic piece of cock the Slytherin boys had revealed in all their glory.
Although he may be nervous, the lull from the scolding helped him gather the scattered thoughts he had, before an extremely devious little plan started to form in his head. Draco nodded his head toward Blaise's direction, which in turn caused the sharp Zabini heir to get the meaning rather quickly.
"Professor Potter, nobody is forcing anyone here." The huge dark-skinned boy followed. Before standing beside his playmate with his behemoth of an ebony pillar. Which again dragged the dumbfounded redheads' attention to his groin.
"Yeah. You could just ask the girls, Professor. They're all more than willing to participate in this. Isn't that right, girls?" Draco stood by his comrades' side, smirking internally as the Lily Potter speechlessly gawked at the three of them.
The three returning 8th year girls all deliriously moaned, causing the redhead MILF to blush bright red. Stepping a bit back unintentionally at the sudden show of masculinity from the two boys.
"I demand you all to s-st... stop right this instance. It's all too indecent for a student to act this way. Stop whatever you're doing and dress up!" Lily then turned her back to the Slytherin boys, voice pitching slightly at her next order.
"I will be talking to the Headmaster of your indecency and you should hope he doesn't expel you all for this.... this... d-degeneracy!" Before rushing out of the room, panting and squeezing her thighs, hoping to quench the heat that had started to radiate from her core.
"Fucking hell! Draco I knew we should have just brought them into our dorms! My fucking father will kill me if anything does happe—"
"Stop being such a pussy Theo, just let me take the lead. It's as if the old fuck bag would expel anyone." Malfoy rolled his eyes at the over-stressed Slytherin boy.
Its as if my father would even let them consider getting me expelled.