Draco dragged his fingers along the drying trail, brought it to his mouth, savored it. She was leaking cum heavily. He had left marks all over her. Her delicious little mound was swollen and red from his abuse of it. There had been no time to take off her golden adornments, and they still gleamed on her flesh. Her hair had tangled viciously around the circlet on her head. The arm pieces had embedded themselves a little more firmly onto her flesh with the activities of the night—they would leave imprints behind for sure. The notorious green gown had been shredded to pieces and tossed to the floor—not for the first time. She looked so divine despite the effects of the ravishment that he would happily have stayed there all day, perhaps even summoned Martin into the room to capture her as she was.