The Boy Who Killed
The boy who killed, come to cum
My Blicky upon the dresser, just above where Professor Lupin mangled and lifeless body lay. His dead body still splayed out from his final conquest never cumpleted.
“Lucius!” I boomed back retorting with utter disgust.
DISGUST
Draco I gagged
I never thought this was possible
Such daddy issues were incomprehensible to me
God this place has gone to the dogs
“Ugh”
Spitting at his face
The words rushed out of my partly wet lips
“Hazza” Daddy Draco’s voice embraces my skinty body. No not daddy. Dominant Draco. With one Swifty move I reach for my blicky upon the dresser and sexually pull the trigger. He begins to scram, his luminously blonde hair bouncing under the illumination of the swinging light fixture above him. I feel myself begun to harden. Killing feels so good. Erotic in the most sensual and basic manner. First it’s a Saturday thing, killing your fit Professor, it starts feeling so good it becomes a Tuesday thing, then a Friday thing. Now it’s got me.
goodbye draco.
“Nice one James” calls a familiarly sexual voice from the corridor.
“Sirius”