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Lucius took Hermione upstairs, to a room that seemed strangely impersonal, even in the dim candle light. However, the surroundings were as opulent and well-furnished as the rest of the club. Hermione's shoes slightly slipped along the polished floor that contrasted well with heavy silk of the emerald green. The black and green scheme of the room set off Lucius Malfoy very well, Hermione thought.

She walked up to the night stand and set down her clutch. Without a warning, she felt two arms encircle her from behind. Hermione felt the length of his body rammed up against hers, his grip viciously tight. He turned her head to the side and kissed her. Hermione's whole body responded to his touch. Hungrily she opened her mouth for him, all her momentary anxiety returned in a second to desire. At last he released her, and she turned around and reached up to claim a kiss herself. As she felt his tongue flickering in and out, an unprecedented surge of desire shot through her. His hands caressed the swell of her backside, exciting her even more. Taken aback by the primal lust, Hermione pulled back from him. Lucius looked into her eyes, and she registered the dilation of his pupils, understanding that they were both beyond the stoppage point.

"Don't worry," he said pleasantly, but with a silky hint of mischief, "I don't bite. Unless you want me to."

Hermione sought his lips once more, and Lucius lifted her into his arms and lay her down onto the bed. The soft sheets felt cool under her bare arms and she shivered from the titillating sensation. With care and expertise, he rolled her onto her front and unzipped her dress, releasing the clasp of her bra at the same time. Then he pushed up the hem of the dress and drew off her knickers.

Gently, he stoked the soft skin of her bottom, cupping the warm cheeks in his hands. "The cleft of a perfect nectarine," he murmured behind her. Pulling her up, he yanked the dress roughly over her head and threw it to the side.

Hermione kissed him again, pushing him down into a sitting position and lowering herself onto his lap. Immediately, she felt his cock throb in his trousers, as they continued to snog.

"Look at you. Your pussy is leaking in anticipation. I don't think I've ever seen a witch as aroused as you are, Miss Granger," Lucius remarked. Hermione noticed his repeated usage of her maiden name, but didn't want to bother to correct him. She liked it; it made her feel free and unmarried, which seemed to drain away the last remnants of guilt she might have felt about trying this swinging thing.

"Around you, it's quite easy," she confessed. "You're very sexy."

In response, he only moved his hand up to tease one of her breasts, paying special attention to the nipple. Hermione felt her clit swell even more. Lucius tilted his head slightly back and looked over her exposed chest. She blushed under his gaze. He leaned forward again and took her one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. Hermione's gasp died in her throat, and she could only caress his head as he alternated between her breasts. His hand slid between her thighs to the opening of her pussy.

"So wet for me... such a good girl."

Hermione ground onto him, as his fingers teased her engorged clit. Emboldened, she reached down to touch his clothed erection. She barely stroked him when he moved her off his lap and stood up. With quick, efficient movements, he undressed himself before her. Hermione couldn't help but gawk at his marvelous body with a fascination of young ingenue instead of that of an experienced married woman. Her eyes drank in the muscular arms, the tight chest, flat stomach, and the powerful legs. He may have been the oldest man she's ever been with, but he was by far the one with the best body.

What enthralled her most, however, was his cock. The plump glans of his cock was slightly darker than the shaft. Hermione had an irresistible urge to taste it. Before she could act on her desires, Lucius sat back down on the bed and guided Hermione to straddle him again. She took his face in her hands and resumed kissing him with all the passion she had in her. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands as their tongues tangled together once more. Hermione rubbed her pussy along his erection, playfully taunting him.

Lucius was in no rush. He had a naturally sensuous touch about him; he simply knew how to touch and please a woman. He broke off the kiss and moved down to suck on her nipples again. This time Hermione moaned with abandon, sinking into the absolute ecstasy of his mouth. She did not want him to stop. But he did and rolled them over.

Her heart pounded in her chest, as Hermione realized that this was the moment. Lucius claimed her mouth again while his fingers moved inside to explore her again. A faint aroma of arousal was present in the air; she couldn't believe how profoundly she was responding to his stimulation. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue penetrated her lips. Her hips arched up in time to his probing digits. Hermione was consumed by lust.

Lucius kissed his way to her neck, then lower, all the way down to her navel. He climbed between her legs, as he continued kissing lower still. Hermione was unsure she wanted him to lick her. Ron only did that to her when they were in a sixty-nine position, but she was powerless to resist anything this wizard wanted to do to her. As he paused in his ministrations to examine her, Hermione felt her neck and chest flush with embarrassment. Despite that, she liked trying something new with him.

Lucius moved forward and gave her a slow lick right on her clit. She gasped in approval, shamelessly spreading her legs wider. With the tip of his tongue, he teased her clit with shorter, lighter licks, sending shots of pleasure through her body.

"Oh, God, Mr. Malfoy! Do that again!" Hermione pleaded, lifting her hips off the bed.

He increased the strength of his licks, pressing his whole tongue along her.

"That feels so good..." she panted with excitement, as he flicked his tongue over her clit repeatedly.

Then, without warning, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it. It was so intense that Hermione could only shudder. The suction was quickly becoming too much, and she tried to push him away. Lucius was too strong and, despite her incoherent protests, he did not release her from his lips. He sucked slightly harder, and Hermione shook and quaked as she came. In this moment, she was Malfoy's puppet, and he was pulling all her strings, getting her to react in the ways she didn't know were possible. Through the throes of her orgasm, she could he was enjoying having this control over her, and she loved it. Lucius continued to suckle at her as he moved two fingers inside her and began to massage her g-spot. Hermione screamed from the earth-shattering sensation, as her hips bucked uncontrollably again, sailing her into another climax. Her hand flew to her mouth in vain attempt to muffle her loud shrieks.

As Hermione began to recover her senses, Lucius withdrew his mouth and fingers from her. She opened her legs wider, inviting him to take her. She looked at his cock again, noticing the bluish veins that seemed to be more prominent now than when he first disrobed. It gave him a dangerous, sinister appearance. It was almost too intimidating, and she felt herself demur.

Sensing her change of mood, Lucius lay down beside Hermione and moved to position her over him.

"Try it this way," he spoke gently. It was almost as though they were long-time lovers.

She positioned herself over him and rubbed the thick head of his cock over her clit before she lowered herself a couple inches down on him. He felt so thick that Hermione wasn't sure if all of him would fit. She raised herself up, then slid down his shaft again, taking in a bit more of him inside, feeling stretched to the fullest. Hermione knew she'd need to go slowly as she repeated the motion, struggling to accommodate more of him with each downward thrust. Eventually, after a few more cycles of careful movements, the discomfort subsided. She looked down and saw that most of his seven inches was inside her. Hermione leaned back, increasing the pleasurable pressure on her front wall. Slowly, she began to rock back on worth on his cock, experimenting with various movements and speeds. As her pace quickened, Lucius pulled Hermione forward and held her tight. He began thrusting up inside her, driving himself deeper into her pussy with each stroke.

Hermione's excitement quickly began to build in her core.

"I'm so close. You feel good. You make me feel so very good," she panted. Then she leaned down to kiss her lover, sucking his tongue into her mouth.

"Come all over my cock," he grunted into her ear.

His tickling breath on her sweaty skin was all it took to trigger her orgasm. Lucius continued to thrust his hips up, plunging into her with all his might as series of orgasmic waves over took Hermione. Suddenly, he flipped her over onto her back and continued to thrust into her with wild, punishing strokes. Hermione was moaning incoherently; the sounds emanating from her were almost animalistic. She wasn't sure how much more she could take and feared she might pass out.

Hermione wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into the firm flesh of his arse, wanting him as deep as possible. Lucius's entire body became rigid with the final thrust. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, as he came in long spurts. Then he collapsed on top of her. Her legs held in place, not wanting him to leave her just yet. She caressed his head, as he lay panting. They were both sated beyond belief.

"That was amazing," Hermione managed to say at last.

"And then some," he agreed.

They lay together for several more minutes, trying to recover their sense. Hermione didn't want this to end; she wanted to savor this moment for as long as she could before she had to go back to her life. She continued to kiss and caress him, and soon Lucius surprised her when he hardened again. He entered her slowly, then started pulling all the way out and slapping his cock back in, increasing his pace. Hermione couldn't help but marvel at his stamina; she had never had a second round so soon after the first. Nevertheless, her previous orgasms left her completely spent, and Hermione knew she was too sore to come again.

"You can take your pleasure, Mr. Malfoy," she breathed out. "I'm too worn out for another round."

It didn't take long for him to finish, although this time his release wasn't as prolonged.

As they relaxed side by side in silence, Hermione felt a wave of sadness overwhelm her post-climatic bliss. She couldn't see doing this sort of thing again with anyone other than Lucius Malfoy, but the doing it again ... was it even a possibility?

What would Ron think? Of course, it was his suggestion, so he'd probably be enthusiastic about becoming regular members. Would his enthusiasm wane if he knew who Hermione's chosen lover was? She herself couldn't quite get over it. Here was the wizard that hated Muggle-borns and now he'd just been intimate with one. What was going through his mind?

Before Hermione could get her answers, she heard him get up and disappear into the lavatory. Feeling a little miffed, she found her clothes and dressed. She was just about to leave when Lucius Malfoy reemerged again.

"You're leaving." It was more of a statement than a question.

Hermione averted her eyes. "Yes, well... Thank you. It was a ... an incredible night. I'll never forget it," she said.

"You make it sound so final, Miss Granger."

"Well, I don't know if ... or when we'll do this again. I mean, I want to ... with you, but ... I just don't know." Her voice weakened, and Hermione was afraid that her suppressed tears might spill forth. That would be so mortifying! What would he think of her?

When she dared to look at him again, his face was neutral; she could not read one emotion in it.

Lucius walked up to her and gallantly kissed her hand. "Well, then," he said diplomatically, "until we meet again."

"Yes, till then."

Before her resolve failed her, Hermione walked out of the room and into the lounge. She was surprised to see Ron already waiting for her, his drink half-finished.

He stood up and kissed her cheek, and they walked out to the fireplace to Floo home. Neither of them spoke much, and the silence was gnawing at Hermione. She felt quite confused about the whole experience. Perhaps it was better to talk about it. Good communication was key, after all.

Ron beat her to it. "Thank you. I know you did this for me."

"I had fun. More than I thought I would," she admitted. She wasn't about to play the martyr for him. "I'm just a little overwhelmed."

Ron was silent, then took her hand. "Do you want to join the club?"

"I don't know," Hermione said, surprised at the irritation in her tone. "Let me think about it. Do you?"

"Yes, I'd like to, if you want to, that is. Our marriage is important to me. I don't want to lose you. If it's something you're not into, I understand. I'm just glad you gave it a fair try."

Hermione was deeply conflicted now. She did love her husband and valued her family life. However, Lucius Malfoy touched something deep inside her that she couldn't explain. She wanted him to do it to her again, and again, and again. Although she told her husband that she was unsure about joining Velvet Serpent, she knew it wasn't entirely true. She wanted to join all too much. In fact, she wasn't sure she could stay away from Lucius Malfoy, even if she tried. The temptation to experience that orgasmic high with him again was just too great.

When they got into bed, Hermione closed her eyes, replaying her night with Lucius, still feeling completely raw from their vigorous coupling. Ron rubbed against her suggestively, but she was not in the mood.

"Ron, I'm tired," she said, turning to face him. He looked crestfallen. Hermione felt guilty at rejecting him and gave him a long kiss instead.

"Tomorrow," she promised him, turning over on her side with her back to him.

She wasn't sure why, but Hermione felt disloyal in having anyone other than Lucius Malfoy have her tonight. It felt somehow wrong to have another man inside her - even if he was her husband - so soon after she'd been with her amazing lover. As Hermione fell asleep, she wondered what it would be like to fall asleep beside Lucius and to wake up, ready for another bout of hot sex.

Hermione's foray into the club turned out to have unexpected consequences, where would it all lead, I wonder?

More to come: Hermione makes the first move to see her lover again.