Draco left his cottage panting like a bull. He cannot understand what has got into him that he did what he did. His female guest is like a feast waiting for him to devour. Something in her invites him in, and if he didn’t control himself he could’ve taken her then and there.
He wanted her so bad, and her lips are just as addicting. When he saw her body when she was changing he cannot help but imagine things he can do on her. He wanted to run his hands on her curves, her breast on his hand and his fingers in her most private folds.
Just by thinking about it makes his lower region ache. The pain made him pull from his little fantasy, and made him think slightly rational.
Once he was out of the streets, and in the glade he shifted into his dragon form. His black scales shine as the
