Draco will fall in love with Sperm Toilet

Note: All characters in this story are over eighteen years old.

The internal struggle in Sperm Toilet’s mind finally reached its peak. Against the endless flood of lust and narcotic addiction to her Master’s cum, a bright spark of her old willpower suddenly flared up — cold, sharp, and determined. Hermione, hidden deep inside, managed to seize control of the body. Her gaze quickly swept across the pavement and locked onto the worn notebook that had unnoticed slipped out of Draco’s pocket right by the entrance to the shop.

The girl’s heart pounded wildly. She quickly bent down, picked up the artifact with trembling fingers, and, taking advantage of the others being distracted, opened it. Ink and a quill materialized on their own, obeying her will.

Old rule: Draco has always loved Sperm Toilet and considered her his most beloved, precious ****.

She had thought everything through in advance. The book must stay with her — it would be safer for the Master that way, and she could fulfill any of his wishes at any moment.

New rule: The Book of Rules now fully belongs to Sperm Toilet.

New rule: Only Sperm Toilet can write in the Book of Rules

As soon as the last words hit the paper, the book’s magic flashed with a soft, almost invisible light and merged into reality. Sperm Toilet quickly shoved the artifact into the waistband of her tiny shorts, deep between her firm ass cheeks, where it was safely hidden from prying eyes.

At that very moment, the door of Madam Malkin’s shop swung open and Draco appeared on the threshold.

The girl’s heart skipped a beat, and her pussy instantly got wet when she saw his gaze. Instead of the usual cold cruelty, warm, genuine love now shone in his silver eyes. Draco looked at her as if she were the most precious being in the entire world.

He walked up to her with confident steps, grabbed her plump ass with both hands, pulled her close, and passionately kissed her lips.

Sperm Toilet melted in his arms. She kissed him back with equal fiery passion, pressing her whole body against him and wrapping her arms around his neck. She needed nothing else in life — just these lips, just these strong hands, just the feeling that she belonged to him completely and mutually. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Tit Whore quietly moaning again as she watched them: her huge tits swelled even more, and milk gushed into the buckets in heavy streams. Idiot Bitch, despite her pathetic position, smiled joyfully, sincerely happy for her friend.

When Draco finally pulled away from her lips, he continued gently squeezing her firm ass while his free hand tenderly slipped a finger into her mouth. The girl instinctively wrapped her lips around it and started sucking softly, looking up at him with adoration.

“I couldn’t hold back, my dear Sperm Toilet,” he whispered with a soft, almost tender smile. “I don’t even understand how I could leave you here alone for even a minute…”

Behind him in the shop doorway stood Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Their faces were twisted with icy contempt. Their cold, aristocratic gazes slid over Sperm Toilet with obvious disgust. For the noble Malfoy couple, their son’s excessive tenderness toward this pathetic mudblood **** had always been a disgrace. They had repeatedly threatened to take her away from him and give her to some less picky pure-blood wizard if Draco didn’t learn to treat her like ordinary disposable material.

Sperm Toilet trembled slightly under those icy stares, but inside her a new resolve was already growing. Now that she had the Book, she could change everything. She could make even Lucius and Narcissa accept her — or at least stop looking at her like dirt beneath their feet.

The girl pressed closer to Draco, feeling his fingers continue to gently explore her mouth, and quietly swore to herself: she would make this world even better. For him. For both of them.