This wasn’t supposed to happen. Draco wasn't sure how things went wrong and, at the moment, he was no longer sure ‘wrong’ was the right word.
He and his father had been in Knockturn Alley when they’d seen her, Potter’s Mudblood, sneaking amongst the shadows. An exchanged smirk had led to them sneaking up on her; a bit of fun with the pretty whore was enough to make him hard and not care about the fact she was a Mudblood.
Now, though, he wished they’d not underestimated her. The shackles were tight around his wrists and he couldn’t see anything because of the blood blindfold she’d fastened around his eyes, but he could hear. God, could he hear. He heard his father cursing her, demanding to be untied, then the sound of skin hitting skin eventually followed by his father’s low moan. Draco was hard and more aroused than he could ever remember being just from hearing them.
His father was a quiet man, rarely even raised his voice, but whatever she was doing made him whine and whimper in a way that was exciting. She laughed, a husky sound that made his cock twitch, and then there would be more noises he couldn’t quite place. He heard her demand for his father to lick her, could so easily picture her riding his father’s tongue, her cunt rubbing over his father’s face as her tits bounced up and down. She’d always had such great tits and a firm arse that he’d wanted to fuck since he was fourteen.
He listened to the sound of them fucking, could hear his father grunting as he fucked her and made her whine, but she had control the entire time. He wanted to see, wanted to watch, and he struggled at the shackles to get free or possibly to remind them that he was there, damn it. He was sulking over the fact she was using his father, an old man who probably couldn’t even get it up, and ignoring him, who would happily give her the fuck of her life.
When he felt a tongue lick his cock, he groaned and bucked his hips forward, wanting to fuck her mouth. She laughed softly from behind him and he realized whose mouth he was fucking, who was sucking him so eagerly it was taking all his best efforts not to come, and he whined as his father sucked harder. When he felt her wet fingers against his arse, he didn’t fight the intrusion. He shifted and rolled his hips, wondering if it counted if he couldn’t actually see his father giving him one of the best blow jobs he’d ever had.
His father hummed and moaned around his cock and Draco listened carefully, trying to figure out what was making his father act in such a way. She pressed something hard and firm against his arse and slowly began to ease it inside him. Her breasts eventually pressed against his back and he realized she was fucking him. That made him come, had him spilling inside his father’s greedy whore mouth, and he blinked as the blindfold was removed and he saw his father on his knees with a large dildo fucking his arse at the same speed as she was fucking his arse.
By the time she released them, he could barely move. His cock was sore, his arse felt worse, and there were many things he knew that he and his father would never talk about. She smirked at them as she dressed, not looking at all tired or showing any signs that she’d had them fuck her everywhere and had fucked them with toys he’d never even seen. As she left the backroom, she called over her shoulder that she’d be seeing them again soon and complimented them on being such good pets.
Draco hoped it would be sooner rather than later.
The End