HP as a girl... Slytherin path (Patreon)

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Draco thrust forward one last time, his cock twitching and pulsating, filling her with his seed. He let go of her hair, his hand caressing her cheek, his breath hot on her neck. "Good girl. Such a good girl. You took my cock like a champ."

His words filled her with pride, with satisfaction. She was a good girl, Draco's good girl. Her pussy was his, her soul was his, her body was his. He pulled his cock out of her, his cum dripping down her thighs. Her body panting against the couch armrest.

"Clean my cock, show me how grateful you are, and lick your juices from my cock." Draco orders, testing out this girl's loyalty.

Rose obeyed without hesitation. She was a good girl. She turned around, and licked his cock clean, her tongue tasting the mixture of her cum and his. She could feel his gaze on her, his approval of her obedience, her submission. She licked every inch of his cock, savoring the taste, the feeling. Rose stared up into Draco's cold eyes as she swallow her juices mixed with his sperm.

He look at her as she clean his cock, and seeing her submit to his commands, he knew she would be a great addition to this school. Having three holes to fill at any given moment, when he wasn't thinking of ways to put an end to Dumbledore, is giving him life.

He was sure that he would have a lot of fun with her, and he was looking forward to training her. He knew she would be a quick learner, and he couldn't wait to show her the ropes. Before Draco go to his four-poster bed, he asks Rose. "Show me your cunt."

Rose spreads her legs, her pussy glistening in the light. Draco saw his seed mixed with her juices. He smirks as he walks over to his bed. "Good night Rose. Remember we have classes tomorrow, and I have something special planned for you."

Rose found herself standing alone in the dimly lit Slytherin common room, the soft glow of the fire casting flickering shadows across the room's dark corners. As her emerald eyes gazed around at the opulent decor that adorned the walls, she felt a mixture of determination and uncertainty swirling within her. The weight of her aspirations hung heavily upon her shoulders, the realization sinking in that her journey to becoming Draco's favored slut was a path fraught with challenges. Pansy to name one.

With her heart set on that coveted position, Rose was acutely aware of the immense effort that lay ahead. Every step she took, every decision she made, would be a calculated move toward her goal. The memory of her past self, with its insecurities about the future, the masculinity poking its head up, and hesitations of being this new person was a reminder of the obstacles she needed to overcome.

Rose put those hearty thoughts aside and...