drabble: so very special, nc-17

[sexyscholar]

Title: So Very Special
Pairing: Draco/Astoria/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~430.
Warnings: Um. Het and femmeslash?
A/N: I wrote this because I promised seraphimerising her a smutty drabble if she cranked out another chapter of her Ron/Scorpius story, "Exposure." She did, so I did. My first attempt at something that's not R/D. Unbeta'ed. All mistakes are mine. :p



Draco pressed his mouth to Astoria's and moaned thickly as his wife's once hesitant, now hedonistic tongue slid against his own. She thrashed helplessly, seated in and bound to one of their hardback dining chairs, the long string of freshwater pearls that he'd given her rolled between her small breasts. On the floor, Pansy knelt at her feet -- bound at the ankles -- her head bobbing in the vee of Astoria's thighs, eagerly sampling the heady flavour and damp, hot aroma of her sex.

He pulled away and Astoria whimpered. Draco smoothed away long strands of blonde hair from her fine face and smiled down at her. "How does she taste?" he asked, briefly turning his focus to Pansy.

The brunette eased back -- her chin and lips were glossy, slick with Astoria's juices. "Like ambrosia," she purred, smoothing her hands over the inside of the other woman's quaking thighs. "Honey and spice." She looked up at Astoria, and then past her, at Draco. "She is...an absolute delight."

Draco moved behind the chair, slow and intentioned, before kneeling down so that his face was level with his wife's. "How does she make you feel, my love?" he whispered against Astoria's temple. "Does she make you feel special?"

"Oh yes," Astoria replied, her voice reedy with desire. She tilted her gaze to Pansy, who was taking swipes along the smooth skin between her legs with her small, darting tongue. "Very special."

"That's all I wanted," Draco moaned. He kissed Astoria on the cheek, and then slid his arms through the large, carved out holes of the chair and under her bound arms. He touched the tender skin just below her breasts and Astoria's chest heaved. "All I ever want to do," he continued, "is to make you feel special." Draco moved his hands up slightly, cupping her breasts in his hands briefly before releasing them in favour of pinching her pebbled nipples between his thumb and index fingers.

Astoria's head fell back against the chair, and she let out a long, low moan. "More...please," she pleaded, letting her legs fall open as best she could. "Taste me again, Pansy."

The aristocratic lilt to her voice had faded, revealing the deeper, needier growl that Draco only heard when she was close to her climax. He responded by rolling and pulling at her nipples the way she liked, kissing the perspiry skin of her neck.

Pansy smiled and leaned forward again, running her tongue over the hood of her clitoris, swollen now and barely peeking from her cleft. "Of course," she said, licking her lips. "Anything for the birthday girl."

Comments

[thrihyrne.livejournal.com]

I haven't read femmeslash in so long, but thank you for guiding me to your story. It's a believable and fabulous scenario; the specially outfitted chair is rather inspired. Draco seems especially giving in a way I can really see canonically. Pansy being the wild card, there's no reason why she wouldn't be happily in on something like this.

If only I could be taken care of somewhat in a manner like this, but with, say Ron and Draco? Or lookalikes??

Glad you're writing so much these days!

[sexyscholar.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm very happy to hear that it came across as believable. Not to mention fabulous! =D

Pansy being the wild card, there's no reason why she wouldn't be happily in on something like this.

I don't know why, but I've always imagined Pansy growing up as this hedonist type. She's really up for anything, especially for Draco. She'll always have a soft spot for that prat. :p